From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 02:08:27 -0500 Subject: And then she cried. by *Biala* Source: direct Reply To: bialakamiena@hotmail.com Title: And then she cried. Author: *Biala* Rating: PG-13 Spoilers: Christmas Carol/Emily. Tiny ones for The Field where I died, Duane Barry/Ascension/One Breath, Irresistible, Paper Clip, Memento Mori, Redux/Redux II and The Movie. Keywords: S, M/SR, DAL, A Summary: On a snowy day, Mulder finds Scully by the Reflection Pool. Read to find out the rest. Disclaimer: Bla-ha, bla, bla, bla-ha. I don't own the characters, the Reflection Pool, or Washington D.C. Please don't sue me, no harm was done to any of the previously mentioned persons or places. The characters all belong to Chris Carter, 1013, FOX, David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson. I don't know about the Reflection Pool or D.C., I'm only a Swedish girl, please don't sue me for not knowing. I wouldn't want to own the characters, despite the fact that I would make a hell of a lot of money if I did, the present owners are doing a far too good work with them to give or sell them to me, or anyone else. Author's note: This little story of mine takes place one year after the death of Emily. I haven't seen season 6, since it hasn't aired in Sweden yet, so please don't mind anything that might have happened up until New Year in X-Files-world while you're reading this fanfic. I want to thank the ones who read this story at www.txf.net before I sent it anywhere else. You all gave so much positive feedback and kept me writing, thank you! Thanks to Nilla who read the story and told me what she thought before I sent it. Feedback: Yes please, please, please! My e-mail box is far too empty for my taste. But, my fellow tweeners, shippers and fanfic-readers, please be kind to me! This is one of my first attempts to write a fanfic ever, and since English isn't my first language, please don't mind small grammar mistakes or miss-spelled words. Thanks to you all for reading my story! Have fun (or don't, it's all up to you)! DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Anywhere, just e- mail me first to let me know. And then she cried. He found her down at the Reflection Pool, sitting on 'their' bench. She was looking at something she was holding in her hands at didn't noticing him approaching. Snowflakes were dancing around in the air, just as supposed to the week after New Year. People were passing by, hurrying off to some un- known destination, but she didn't look up for once. He shortened the distance between them with a few long steps and then he stopped. "Scully," he said. She jumped in surprise and turned her head towards him. She didn't utter a word but her eyes told him he was unexpected, yet not unwanted, so he sat down beside her. In her hands she was holding the picture of Emily, taken on her third birthday. "It's been one year now, Mulder," she said. "One year since I met, loved, and lost this little girl." Mulder didn't say anything, he didn't have to. He just took her hand and held it. "Mulder, I saw her. In the case with the dead little girls. I saw Emily. 'Mommy', she said to me. That was the only time she ever called me that. Then I really realized that I was her mother. I was for more that three years, but only knew it for a week. She was my child, created by the evil hands of men. My God, Mulder, what did they do?" For the first time in all her speak, Scully turned her face to Mulder. She was pale, and her eyes were full of tears, threatening to flow over the edge at any second. "I don't know, Scully. I sure as hell don't know what those bastards did to you, or to Emily. But, if there's some comfort in it, like I've said once before: You found Emily, and you had a chance to love her, and maybe she was meant for that, too." And then she cried. She just leaned her head on his shoulder and cried. Quiet, at first, and then her whole body began shaking with sobs. Mulder let go of her hand and put both his arms around her. She leaned in closer and whispered in between sobs: "She was only a child. Who could ever be so cruel?" Mulder just held her close and let her cry. It was the first time she'd come to him to talk about Emily, the first time in one year he'd actually seen her cry over her lost little girl. After a while Scully's sobbing ceased, and Mulder released her a bit. "You know Scully, the first time I saw you and Emily sitting there on the floor, I had tears in my eyes. It was like seeing a little copy of my Scully sitting there beside her, drawing. And somehow I knew that you wouldn't have the chance to have this child, to see her grow up. That feeling hit me like a knife right into my heart. God, Scully, how I wanted you to have her, to have your little Emily!" Scully looked at him in wonder after he'd finished his speech. Now she didn't cry anymore, but there were still tears in her eyes. "She liked you. You made her smile," Scully said, smiling a bit herself at the memory of Mulder making a Mr. Potato Head-face. Mulder smiled, too, and tucked a lock of Scully's hair behind her ear. He held her face with both his hands and looked deeply into her eyes. The he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Scully let out a brief sigh, shook her head, and then one last tear made its way down her cheek. "I'm sorry, Scully. I'm so sorry." "What for?" She sounded somewhat surprised as she spoke. "For everything. If you'd never met me, none of these horrible things would have happened to you. You would have had a normal life, with a husband, kids, and a dog. You certainly wouldn't have lost so much." "Mulder, like I've said before, I wouldn't change a day of our 6 years together. Yes, I've lost some things, but I certainly don't blame you, and you've given me so much more back. You've given me trust, friendship and love, fights I won't forget easily, and you've given me happiness. Every day when I go to work, I know you'll be in the office when I get there. You'll probably have some new out-there theory, and we'll probably argue, sorry, disagree, over it, but the thought of it makes me happy. Whenever I need your support, or am afraid, you're there for me. When I was missing, you were the one who wouldn't give up hope when everybody else had. You were the one to hold me after the Donnie Pfaster-case, you were there to hold me when Missy died. You were the one to comfort me when I was diagnosed with cancer, you walked through fire and water to find a cure for it, and you succeeded. You came running across the country when I called after I'd found Emily. You even came searching for me in Antarctica, which by the way reminds me of a certain hallway. All these things make me happy. It's like a warm wave of happiness, starting in my stomach and then spreading through my whole body. I would never blame you for anything, except for making me happy. You said I could live a normal life if I didn't work with you. Perhaps I could, but I'd rather be here with you, chasing aliens." Mulder had just been sitting quiet and looked at her during her long speech. He was searching for words, and finally he found some, even if they weren't quite the ones he'd hoped to find. "Oh God, Scully. I didn't think it was possible for a man to love someone more than I loved you before this day. Now I know it is. Slap me if you want to, Scully, I certainly don't deserve to ask for your love, but I can't help it. By God, Scully, I don't have words to tell you how much I love you." Now it was Scully's turn to sit quiet and listen to her partner. She, however, didn't find any words at all, but she gave him an answer as clear as any words could ever be. During Mulder's reply, Scully had kept her eyes looked with his. Now her gaze dropped to his mouth and she put her hands to his cheek. Then she bend forward and brushed his lips with hers. At first, Mulder was too surprised to do anything at all, but then he gave in to the kiss. He opened his mouth to hers, and searched her tongue with his. He found it, and their tongues started performing the ancient dance, yet so very new to these two people. After a while, which seemed as forever as well as only a couple of seconds to the man and the woman on the bench, they broke the kiss, both gasping for air. "I love you too, Mulder," Scully whispered. " I love you with all my heart, and body, and soul." Mulder just smiled and looked deeply into her eyes and then he held her close again, as to never let go. All the time they sat there by the Reflection Pool on 'their' bench, the snow had kept falling down. The big flakes lay soft as cotton in her auburn hair and in his dark brown. Any passers-by who happened to look at them didn't see anything but love and happiness. If it was new-found or old they couldn't tell, maybe because for these two people it was both. They learned to love eachother almost 6 years ago, but didn't let it out until just ten minutes ago. They just sat in silence for about 15 minutes, holding eachother close. The dark was soon to set in over Washington D.C. then Mulder said: "Let's get out of here, Scully. I'm freezing." Scully didn't answer him, she just took his hand and stood up. Mulder got up as well, and hand-in-hand they walked off into the snow. In her free hand, Scully held the picture of Emily. She glanced down at it, but now she could feel other things but pain. She felt love for her lost girl, she felt love for the man, who was now, as always, by her side. Her eyes once again filled with tears, but now it was tears with love and joy and not anger and sadness and helplessness. She looked up at Mulder, and at the same time, he looked down at her. And then she cried. Finis. 2