From: "Dream Cole" Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2000 15:20:44 CST Subject: xfc: NEW: Contentment (1 of 1), PG, MSR Source: xfc From: "Dream Cole" Title: Contentment Author: Dream Cole E-mail: dreamcole@hotmail.com Archive: Just let me know. Rating: PGish. Classifications: V, MSR (Okay, MSM), S Spoilers: None. But I'm ignoring any episode that said Scully could not have children. So you can say it didn't happen or there was some miracle between then and now. Summary: Mulder knows just where to go to find... contentment. Disclaimer: I don't own em. I'd like to, but I don't. Notes: I call Scully... Scully, among other pet names. I can't see them (Mulder and Scully) suddenly calling each other Fox and Dana. Contentment I glance at my watch for the fourth time in as many minutes. I can't handle this anymore. There's nothing to do. Scully is down performing an autospy and unless I want to lose any remnant of breakfast, I would prefer to stay clear of her area. Lunch doesn't appeal to me, not after the case I just read. Of course I can't get anything done, especially with my partner (that red-headed beauty) not here to put my theories down. Tapping the pencil against my head, I try to think of something to do. Suddenly it hits me. Shoving the file into a desk drawer I stand up, grab my jacket and make my way to the elevator. Punching in the appropriate button, I lean agaist the walls of the elevator, taking in the smiling faces of the rest of the people in the room. Usually one would not associate 'smiling' and 'faces' with anyone remotely near me. But, I think, ever since Dream was born people have become friendlier towards me. I guess they've realized that I'm just human and, right now, coping with the problems commonly associated with rearing a child. The same has happened with my wife; I truly believe people have stopped calling her 'Ice Queen' and now treat her with more respect. If my theory pans out I consider the birth of my daughter more blessings in disguise than I can count. The elevator doors open and I make my way through the halls, avoiding the other agents who are making their way back to the elevator. We share smiles, small discreet ones, as if we know something the rest of the world has yet to discover. Because, after all, we do. I sign in at the door, then enter the nursery. I take in and bold colors and tiny furnishing designed for small children. The sweet baby smell (as opposed to those associated with diapers) fills the room and I take a moment to delight in it. I find Miss Sally (as she is called by everyone) in the rocking chair, struggling to give Billy his bottle while Sara and Callie climb up on her lap. Pulling out a few books, I hand them to the girls, allowing Miss Sally to continue feeding the baby. She smiles gratefully, then whispers, "She's been down for a while. You can wake her." I nod in understanding and make my way over to the room filled with cots and cribs. I spy two babies and pick out my daughter with the dark red hair. She looks so peaceful there, lying down with her arms flung outward carelessly. I pick her up and make my way to a free chair. "Dreamy," I whisper, kissing her to wake her up. "Dream-Dream, sleepy time's over." She sighs and flails her arms in protest. "C'mon sweets, let's get up." A whimper is my response, and she snuggles in closer to my neck, breathing those perfect bursts of air. As much as I want to wake her up to play with her, I don't mind this moment right now, her curled up against me. After all, who knows how long this will last. So right now I hear her silent plea, "Five more minutes, dad." Just five more minutes. Author's notes: Insert usual begging for feedback here. Too tired to be more creative. LOL. Hope you didn't my creation of a nursery (technically a day care facility, but, whatever). Call it a plot device, I'll most likely use it a bit more in the future.