From: "SnoopyX !" Date: Sun, 20 May 2001 02:39:44 -0000 Subject: Coming Home Source: direct Title: Coming Home Author: SnoopyX Classification: Romance/Story Rating: PG-13 Spoilers: Vienen (Post-Episode) Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance/Angst Distribution: Gossamer Project please, other places just tell me where Summary: Mulder comes to face Scully after the closing credits of the show Disclaimer: Again, God created the Earth, then created Chirs Carter, who in turn created Mulder and Scully, The X-Files, and 1013 Productions....why does everyone else have the good ideas?? I hope my pain is worth your pleasure. Have fun....oh yeah...guess who graduated yesterday!?...no......no.......no......NO! It was me! Class of 2001. Now it's time for WetGrad so I'll see ya'll later! Enjoy! Coming Home I knew he would come by sooner or later to tell me the news in person, as if I already didn't know. He risked his career, for me, Agent Doggett and Skinner. Deep down, I guess, he knew that it was the proper and noble thing to do. He wouldn't allow myself or Skinner go down for something that he had done, that I know. But, I don't understand why he did it for Doggett, the man that he had dispised since he first met him. He lost everything he had ever worked for, ever achieved in the X-Files, all for me. The knock was a little of a surprise considering I had repeatedly told him to just use his key. I was hard pressed to get to the door quickly given the 'condition' that I'm in. I was almost afraid that he would be gone by the time I got there to open the door. He stood there, with a sheepish look on his face, unable to meet my eyes as he entered unbidden. I did as I do everytime I see him now, I hugged him as tight and as close as my mid-section would permit me too. He returned the hug with great earnest, resting his chin on the top of my head, our little 'love' hug. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he said: "Scully, I've got some news." He must've gone to Caddy's after Kersch stuck it to him, drowned his worries and worked up his nerves for this moment. I took his hand and lead him to the couch so that he could tell me in his own way. "Um, Scully, I don't really know how to, uh, tell you this. I've spent the whole day thinking of how I could, and nothing really came to mind except for coming over here, and telling you in person." He intertwined our fingers together, trying to find the courage that he had worked up all day to get to this point. "Mulder, you know that I'll always be here for you, no matter what your news is." For the first time since he had arrived at my doorstep, Mulder met my eyes, and I saw him take strength from that as he squeezed my hand tighter and cleared his throat from the onslaught of tears that he had been fighting all afternoon. "Today, Deputy Director Kersch, called me into his office. I told him, that the whole Galpex oil incident was my fault. I told him that, I got you and Skinner to unwillingly participate despite your repeated attempts to get me to stop my own investigation involvement." He took a few deep steady breaths as he looked at our joined hands and made lazy circles over my thumb. "I'm out of the F.B.I. Scully. Kersch said that I wasn't a team player and that I was a danger to others' careers and lives. He said that I was reckless and irresponsible. God, Scully, he had a grin on his face the whole time he was, canning my ass, for lack of a better phrase." Tears welled in my eyes, which I will blame on the hormones caused by Mulder junior, as Mulder fought back his own. I could see that he felt like he had failed me in some way, and the only thing that I could do, the only thing I wanted to do, I took him in my arms and held him as he went on. The words that I never wanted to hear came next. "He sounded just like my father. And deep down, I knew he was right. If I'm that irresponsible with my work and career," he paused, trying to find the strength to go on without breaking. "I..I don't see how I'll be able to take care of our child. Kersch was right when he said that I endanger other people's lives." "Mulder. No! Don't you dare say that you're a threat to us. To me and your child! Kersch is wrong. He's wrong Mulder. You of all people should know that." The tears that had welled in my eyes spilled out like a thousand rivers unleashed. I wasn't going to let him leave us. The baby and I had waited for seven months to see him alive and well, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let that bastard Kersch destroy his spirit and make Mulder think that he was an unfit father. "I won't let you leave if that's what you're thinking of doing. I'll sue your ass, hell, I'll nail your ass to that very cushion if I have to, Mulder, if it means that you stay." Mulder stood up, obviously frustrated at my tirade and his plan hopelessly foiled. There was no way he would leave. "I can't do this Scully. The last people I want to put in danger is you and my child. I'm dangerous. I don't have a right to be around you, to be around our kid. Hell, by the end of the month I'm not even gonna have a place to live," Mulder began to pace my rug in front of me, distressed and scared of what the future may bring. "I don't even know what the hell I could do for a job, Scully. The last thing I want to do, is to fail in your eyes. I already have in so many others, including my own. I just want everything for you and our baby, I don't want to be marred by your family for being the out-of-work, slightly crazy father of your child. I can't and won't hurt you like this." With some difficulty, I stood, and waddled over to him. I took both of his hands and placed them on my ever expanding middle. Mulder Junior kicked at the intruding hands, a silent protest from the next generation. " I need you here Mulder, I'm so lost without you there behind me, to show me the truth. You taught me how to laugh and to live again, you taught me how to smile and show my love for another. I can't let you leave Mulder." He looked into my eyes and saw that I was baring my soul and all my fears to him that I had realized when he was gone. "Mulder, someone else doesn't want you to leave either. And you haven't even met him yet." A few tears had made their path down Mulder's weary face, which brightened a little at the movement beneath his hands. "We had always hoped that when you had gotten back, that you would move in with us. That we could be a family. All three of us." Mulder smiled and moved his hands to capture my face. With his thumbs, he brushed away the tears and softly kissed me. His way of telling me that he wouldn't be going anywhere for quite sometime. "You saved me again Scully. Thank you." Together we swayed to silent music, using each other for a support system. The silence was comforting and warm, alive with the love that the three of us shared. It didn't last long though. "So, we're having a boy now are we?" His question was as silly as the look on his face. I brought my eyes up to his, raising my eyebrow, daring him to link this to the paranormal. "I guess I better take back that doll and give you the bat and mitt that I keep under my bed." I laughed, something I've been doing more of since Mulder came back to me. All my fears of him ever leaving me, us, were swept aside as he led me into my, *our* bedroom to rest for the night. As we laid our heads on the same pillow, facing each other, his hand resting over our baby, I hoped, and dreamed, that the child I carried would be like his father. Except for the insomnia thing. I was content to lay there, knowing that now, my family had come home. tada! the end! send feedback to: thehomelessturtle@hotmail.com 'The white cat ran fast The city bus drove faster Splat!! No more Fluffy'