Ghosts From the Past, Hopes for the Future
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*Written for the MSR Preservation Society's Holiday
gift exchange.*
Title: Ghosts From the Past, Hopes for the Future
Author: Kelly J. Thompson
Rating: PG
Category : MSR. Post ep
Spoilers: All Things
Summary: What happened after she woke up?
Disclaimer: These characters belong to CC, and Fox
Television. I just think it's better that we fan fic
authors keep them exercised, so they can be in good
shape if ever there is to be another movie.
Author's notes: Not my usual holiday fare, but Val
Ames this one's for you. I hope you like it. I tried to
put in a bit on how this ep made me feel personally.
My views on this ep itself doesn't lie with how most
shippers see it, but give it a chance.
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Ghosts From the Past, Hopes for the Future
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Apartment of Fox Mulder
After gently placing the blanket over his partner, Fox
Mulder eases himself carefully off the couch. He takes
another look at the beautiful and familiar face of the
slumbering Dana Scully and wishes that his plans from
days before wouldn't have been thrown off by her odd
attitude
He knows now, though, by listening to her tale that it
may have been a good thing. That thought still
doesn't take away the hurt he felt at the way Scully had
dismissed him after telling her about the crop circles
and the proposed trip to England. He knew they both
had a history of taking one another for granted from
time to time during their long partnership. The
sting he'd felt at her comments, was nothing new, nor
was his counter-dismissal, but the disappointment he'd
felt far transcended any other such incident.
He had been in a good mood that day, looking forward
to the possibility of seeing a fresh crop circle and then
of course taking Scully to his old stomping grounds in
Oxford. He hadn't wanted her to know all of his plans,
afraid that she would back out due to discomfort. He
felt their relationship was at some sort of crossroads,
that it was either time to fish or cut bait, romantically
speaking, of course. He was not willing to lose her as
his partner; she meant too much to him to lose
completely.
He had reservations for two rooms in what the
brochure described as a quaint little inn a few miles
away from the predicted crop circle site. He had hopes
that they would only need one room, but he decided
not to presume anything, especially about the mystery
known as Dana Scully. Then he had planned a trip to
Oxford, where they would've stayed with an old friend
of his.
All of his plans had fallen through at her reaction to
the crop circles. He'd come to expect her disbelief,
but the steadfast refusal she issued was what hurt the
most. He had almost told her about all of the plans he
had made, but his hurt and pride kept him from ever
doing so.
Mulder shakes himself back to the present, giving
Scully one last glance he retrieves their tea cups and
walks to the kitchen. He hears her mumble in her sleep
as he rinses out the dishes. He wonders if she having a
good dream and part of him even hopes she may be
dreaming of him.
He walks back out and decides to indulge in a secret
pass time. He sits on the coffee table directly across
from Scully and watches her slumber. Only a few
moments go by before her slowly open and she
flashes him a sleepy smile.
"Mulder," Scully says, stretching her arms.
"Hi there, sleepy-head," he answers with a smile.
"How long did I sleep?" she asks, sitting straighter.
"Not very long," he responds in a muted tone, once
again pushing her hair behind her ear. "Ten, maybe
fifteen minutes tops."
"Hmm, I should go before it gets too late," she
announces, her eyes locking with Mulder's.
"It's already too late, Scully." holding her gaze.
"You should stay here tonight."
"I'm not sure if that's a good idea," she blurts quickly,
lowering her head embarrassment of how that may
have sounded.
"Hey, hey," he whispers softly, using his fingers to lift
her face to him. "I didn't mean to imply we do anything.
I'm perfectly willing to sleep out here on Old Blackie."
"What if. . . " she murmurs, holding his gaze. "Mulder,
what if that's not what I want?"
"What exactly do you mean?" he inquires, his thumb
gently brushing over her cheek.
"I'm feeling something right now that I'm not sure I
should."
"And, why's that?" he inquires, smiling, his fingers
still caressing her face.
"Because of our jobs," she admits, finally looking
away. "And our friendship."
"But isn't it said that the best romances are the ones
that start out as friendships?"
"Yes," she admits, looking back up at him. "But
romantic relationships can ruin friendships if or
when they end."
"Maybe they do, Scully," he acquiesces, moving his
hands, down her arms to her hands, pulling her onto
his lap. "But aren't you tired of living in fear? Tired
of wondering what we're missing?"
"Yes, but. . ."
"No buts," he interrupts, placing a finger over her lips.
"Mulder," she murmurs, their gazes locked together
unwavering.
He says nothing as he runs his finger gently over her
lips. She sighs softly as he moves his face closer to
hers. Their eyes close as their mouths meet in a sweet
gentle kiss. The kiss deepens after a few second, each
partner savoring the feel of their lips together, the kiss
igniting their sheltered passion for on another. Their
lips conveying things neither could say aloud. They
finally pull away, smiling at one another as they try to
catch their breath, then as if on cue they both yawn.
"I guess that puts thoughts of something else
happening tonight to bed, so to speak," Mulder
chuckles, holding his partner close.
"I'm sorry," she answers, snuggling closer and
laying her head on his shoulder.
"So you're okay with all this?" he murmurs
softly into her hair.
"Yes," she sighs into his shoulder.
He holds her like a that for a few moments, feeling her
begin to doze again. Making a decision to not spend
another lonely night alone in his bed, he lifts her into
his arms as he stands.
"Mulder?" she inquires softly , lifting her head and
looking up at him with tired eyes.
"Ssshhh, I'm taking you to you to bed," he whispers,
walking to his bedroom.
"I'm too tired for that tonight," she murmurs, smiling
up at her partner.
"I'm not up for that either," he chuckles, giving her
a small peck on the lips.
"Mmm, tomorrow looks good, though," she admits,
smiling against his soft lips.
"You're not afraid anymore?" he asks, pulling up his
head, studying her face for any signs she may be
joking. Walking into his bedroom, he lifts her gently
onto the mattress.
"As long as you're in this with me, I'm not," she says,
watching him walk to his dresser and fishing out one
of his tee shirts.
"I'm going be with you all the way, Scully," Mulder
replies, tossing the shirt her way. "You can put that on
and get comfortable, while I go and brush my teeth."
She nods as he walks to the bathroom. He goes about
his bedtime rituals, thinking of the woman in the
bedroom and how these last couple of days weren't a
complete bust after all.
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I hope you have a wonderful Christmas, Val, and I
hope you're not disappointed with what I came up
with. I actually planned a second part but I got
stuck, maybe someday I'll post it as a sequel.