From: Ten <kristena@ocean.com.au>
Date: Sat, 11 May 2002 00:20:58 +1000
Subject: "Dreams Fulfilled" (1/1) by Ten
Source: xff


TITLE: "Dreams Fulfilled" (1/1)
BY: Ten
E-MAIL ADDRESS: kristena@ocean.com.au

CATEGORY: V; MSR
RATING: R for fairly non-descriptive, consensual adult
situations (half my beta readers said it was an R and
half said it was PG-13, so I'm staying on the side of
caution.)
SUMMARY: Mother's Day celebrations for Dana in the Couch
Universe as Fox and their sons give her a day to
remember.
TIMESPAN/SPOILER WARNING: This is set in Macspooky and my
"Daniel/Couch" series. It can be read as a standalone:
This series and universe diverted from the show after the
events of "Emily" in the fifth season. Mulder and Scully
have bred and wed, then bred some more. A few aspects of
the following seasons are kept, but not many.

Stories in this series have been set at various times,
some even during the next seven years. The instalments of
the series where Samantha Mulder re-enters Fox's life
have not been written yet, but in this alternate universe
the woman that CSM brought to Mulder in the diner in
'Redux' was the real Samantha. It is planned that Sam
reappears sometime in or around 2000-2002 after CSM's
death and the Consortium's defeat, so by the time of this
Mother's Day story (2005), she and Fox are close siblings
again.

The usual sexual endurance disclaimer still applies here.
Namely: The sexual endurance of this Mulder has been
enhanced for the pleasure of Scully and the readers - and
the writer. Don't expect this at home. We don't want to
cause any unrealistic expectations re: males of around
this age, but hey, it's nice to dream! And they're making
up for lost time.

ARCHIVE INFO: It goes to Gossamer through xff. Can be
archived anywhere as long as my name, addy and disclaimer
stay intact.
FEEDBACK: Always great to know who's out there in the
ether!
THANKS TO: Mac, Gerry, Debbie, Suzanne and Judie - all
for giving help repeatedly and swiftly, despite being
busy.

My website for all my X-Files fanfiction (including all
the Couch series), thanks to the wonderful Arria, is at
http://www.4gigs.com/~tenxffic/index2.html
With a mirror site at:
http://tenxffic.tripod.com

DISCLAIMER: The X-Files, the episodes referred to, Mulder
and Scully and all other characters from the show belong
to Chris Carter, the writers of the episodes, Ten
Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting, and are used
without permission. No copyright infringement is
intended, no profit will be gained. Characters not
recognised from the show are mine or Mac's.


The X-Files: "Dreams Fulfilled" (1/1)
By Ten, April/May 2002

xXx
Mulder Townhouse
Old Town Alexandria
Second Sunday in May 2005
Main bedroom:

Dana opened her eyes and slowly focused on the alarm
clock. Dawn. Damn. She groaned and heard a chuckle close
to her ear. Turning over, she burrowed closer to its
source.

Settling contentedly into her husband's embrace, she felt
him kiss her on the forehead. "Get some more sleep," he
whispered. "The boys and I won't be bringing you
breakfast in bed just yet."

That's right... She opened her eyes to Fox's smile.

He continued, "Happy Mother's Day, love."

Sleep was momentarily forgotten. "Thank you for making me
one."

"It was a literal pleasure," he said sincerely,
exercising great control over his grin. "Each time."

Sleep was discarded. She tapped his chest, studying his
reactions in the weak, but adequate, morning light.
"Sooooo, when do I get my presents?"

That got an eyebrow raise. "I can give you one of them
now if you like, but I thought you wanted to sleep some
more."

Her fingers stopped tapping and started trailing instead.
"Let me guess... A re-creation of how I got to be a
mother?" she asked.

"Yeah, but not downstairs on the couch. That would be a
little too risky."

She felt him jump slightly as she hit a sensitive spot.
"Two boys created on couches. One in bed. Yes, let us
review the situations leading up to their conceptions..."

"Talk or diagrams or..."

She rolled him over onto his back and said firmly,
"Actions."

"Okay, but as I recall, the first time, I was on top..."

"Mere detail. Oh, but THAT isn't..."

xXx

A few hours later:

Her boys brought her breakfast in bed. Fox had made sure
that most of it turned out edible, though Keir did insist
on creating some toast that contained more butter and jam
than it did bread.

Dana made a mental note to change the sheets before
tonight, otherwise there was the danger of her or Fox
getting a rash from the crumbs, especially if they...

She looked at her boys. Seven-year-old Danny, Brett, who
would be five in July, and Keiran, who was almost four.
From their excited expressions, they were bursting with a
big surprise. So she ate as quickly as she dared.

"That was lovely. But I'm so full now I don't think I can
move!"

"You have to!" Brett insisted. His face was worried.

"We're giving you your presents downstairs, so you'd
better get dressed and ready," Fox explained.

Soon Dana was sitting on the couch in the living room.
The boys had all thundered upstairs, after getting
repeated promises out of her that she would not move or
touch anything until they were ready. She could hear all
four males moving around upstairs, in and out of rooms.
There was talk, but she couldn't make out the words. What
on earth were they up to? Trying to remember where they
had hidden the presents?

Still sitting, she looked around the living room for
clues. The coffee table and various other pieces of
furniture had been moved so there was a bare area in the
middle of the room. The dog, Flukie, and the cats - Come
Here and Underfoot - had been temporarily banished
outdoors by her husband.

Finally Danny called out from the top of the stairs,
"Mom, are you ready? You haven't moved?"

"Not an inch."

Footsteps on the stairs. Excited whispering. Then a hand
- Fox's - came just into sight in the doorframe, holding
a remote control. Dana could tell from the size and shape
that it was for the stereo unit. The remote was being
pointed in the general direction of the stereo, which was
on. A button was pushed. Dana waited expectantly. Nothing
happened.

The hand tried again.

The stereo fired up with 'Jailhouse Rock'.

And not one, not even two or three, but *four* Elvises
sashayed into the room.

Fox, Keir, Brett and Danny lined up across the living
room in front of her. Each of them wore their hair
slicked back and coiffured into various styles that the
King had made famous. No fake sideburns were in evidence,
but all four were wearing sequined silk shirts and
bandanas.

Fox had a fake microphone. Their sons were carrying
tennis racquets as guitars. The Elvis ensemble launched
into 'Jailhouse Rock', singing along with the real Elvis,
complete with some choreography and instrument playing.
The moves didn't always coordinate, however that was part
of the charm. Their energy and enthusiasm was wonderful
to watch. And the handles of the racquets doubled as
microphones.

Dana couldn't help but notice that there were no pelvic
thrusts. That was fine, as their sons were too young for
that and she knew that King Fox would give her a private
performance of hip gyrating that night.

After the first chorus of 'Jailhouse', the music changed.
Dana realised that Fox must have made up a compilation of
appropriate songs by the King, or got the Gunmen to do
so.

The next song was 'Love Me Tender'. Her husband stepped
forward while the boys bopped on in the background, doing
backup. Gazing into her eyes, Fox sang the lyrics without
any pretence of a persona - one hundred percent himself,
with one hundred percent honesty on his face.

"Love me tender, love me sweet
Never let me go
You have made my life complete
And I love you so.
Love me tender, love me true
All my dreams fulfil
For my darling I love you
And I always will."

Brett leaned over to Danny, still 'playing' his guitar.
"Mommy's crying."

"That means she likes it!" their eldest replied
confidently. "Don't you, Mom?"

"I love it," she blurted out, nearly choking on her
emotions.

"Told you."

Reassured, Brett continued on happily. Fox stepped back
into line when 'Blue Suede Shoes' started. Each of their
sons then came forward individually to sing a section.
Fox and the Gunmen had either found an extended version
or had spliced the song in twice seamlessly, because all
three boys got a decent time in the spotlight.

Danny was a born rocker and to a degree an exhibitionist
like his father, twirling his 'guitar' with aplomb and
even with some Hendrix style. Brett was a little hesitant
when he first stepped out alone, but within a few lines
was fine and threw himself into the lyrics with grand
hand gestures - fortunately having put his tennis racquet
down first. Keir sang his part faster than Elvis, so when
the King was still singing, the unfazed youngster then on
the spot made up a few additional and hysterical examples
of what you could do as long as you laid off of those
shoes.

This concert was so far both one of the most touching and
funny things that Dana had ever seen.

Fox took the spotlight again to serenade Dana with: "Take
my hand, take my whole life too - for I can't help
falling in love with you."

Both adults couldn't help chuckling at the "Wise men say
only fools rush in" line.

The concert ended with a rousing delivery of 'All Shook
Up'.

Dana gave them a standing ovation and cries for an encore
as she rushed around hugging each Elvis.

Within a few minutes, Fox said, "Okay, now for the
presents!"

He sat next to Dana while the boys stampeded excitedly
out of the room. Within a minute they returned with their
hands behind their backs.

Brett came forward first. He was the middle child, but
his parents did their best to ensure he didn't always
have to be relegated to being second in events. From
behind his back he produced a red rose which he gave to
his mother along with a hug and kiss. A little package
was dangling from the stem. Dana opened it to find a thin
golden ring. The band had a sort of zigzag on one side at
its widest part instead of being straight the whole way
around, but was otherwise plain.

"Thank you, honey." Dana went to put it on a finger of
her right hand to see which one it best fitted.

"Other way up," Fox said quickly and quietly.

Dana privately wondered what difference it made, but she
immediately turned it over and found it fit the ring
finger of her right hand. The zigzag point was facing
away from her. "It's beautiful, Brett." With it being so
thin though, she would have to be careful or it could get
damaged easily. "Did you choose it yourself?"

Brett looked like he wanted to say something, but looked
over at his father. Fox smiled at him, then Dana, and
said, "You'll find out in a minute."

Next was Keir's turn, which was just as well, as the
youngster was showing signs of impatience, wanting to
give Mommy her present *now*. Another red rose with a
package, complete with hug and kiss and "Love you LOTS".

The package had another of the rings in it. But as Dana
examined the ring, she realised that it was slightly
different from the one Brett had given her. Fox smiled
and took it and put it on the same finger as the other
one. And they fitted together.

The pieces literally fell into place. "A puzzle ring!"

"Yep! Here's the next piece!" Danny said eagerly, coming
forward with another rose and package so fast that he
nearly tripped and ended up in her lap.

Then Fox added the final one and Dana was wearing four
rings that together formed one, the 'zigzags' over-and-
under-lapping to create a beautiful Celtic design. Dana
thought about how a puzzle ring summed everything up
perfectly: the X-Files, their family, their love.

"I don't want to ever take it off," she told her sons and
husband.

"Good," Fox replied. "Because unless you memorise which
piece goes where and which way up, it's a real b...
pain," he corrected himself smoothly, "if you happen to
get them mixed up."

"We wrapped each up in different paper so we knew the
order," Danny said proudly.

And the look Fox gave her showed that he would also hate
her to lose the puzzle ring in a corpse's innards or
accidentally throw it down the laundry chute with her
autopsy garb.

Fox and the boys went back upstairs to retrieve more
presents, and soon she got to unwrap a lovely cut crystal
vase to put the four red roses in.

Then came drawings and cards the boys had made especially
for the event, complete with a framed photo of the four
Elvises (signed, of course). These meant as much to Dana
as the bought gifts.

Just when she thought there were no more presents, Fox
handed her a velvet box. She opened it to find a
bracelet, beautifully worked in gold, set with three blue
jasper stones.

As she hugged her husband, she whispered in his ear, "You
are going to get *so* lucky tonight..."

"Already am, babe. Already am."

When Maggie arrived there were presents for her too -
including a special rendition of Bobby Darin's 'Splish
Splash'. Fox and the boys also gave an encore performance
of the Elvis concert. This time Dana videotaped it. Fox
told Dana and Maggie that he had been worried the boys
would blab and give away the surprises, but they hadn't.
The concert had been rehearsed at Grandma's or at times
that Dana was away from the house.

Lunch was held in the park. Then the adults sat and
watched the boys play. Dana turned to her mother,
deciding to address something that she had been wondering
about since Maggie had arrived. "Mom, is everything all
right?" At that question Fox's attention returned to
them.

Maggie stared at her. "Yes. Why?"

"I don't know. You just look like you want to tell us
something, but don't know how to."

Maggie hesitated, then nodded, her face colouring. Fox
said, "Mom, if you want to talk to Dana alone -"

"No. No, this is something I wanted to tell both of you.
Nothing is wrong," she hastened to reassure them. "But
I've just been worried how you'll react." At their looks
of support and concern, she forged ahead in a rush. "I
have a date."

"Really? Who with? When?" Dana asked, caught off guard.

"It's next week. It's not really a date, actually, more
like a 'catching up'," Maggie clarified hurriedly. "Dana,
did you ever hear your father or me mention Rob Harper?"

Her daughter thought hard. "I don't think so."

"He's someone I knew years ago in school. We stumbled
across each other in a department store on Thursday and
somehow recognition won out after all this time. He's a
widower and is visiting from Oregon for the next few
weeks, staying with his son and family. So Rob wants to
take me out for dinner and catch up on what has happened
over the years." Maggie smiled, a little nervously.

"That's great!" Fox said, and Dana agreed.

Dana noticed Maggie throwing her a worried look and knew
that her mother was checking to see if she really was
okay with her mother going out with a man. Maggie had
been out on a few dates since Ahab died, but nothing had
become of them. This seemed different. Dana knew she had
stressed that it was only 'catching up' while this Rob
was in town, but something in Maggie's voice made Dana
wonder if they had been in love at some stage in the
past. What if something blossomed between them again? No
one could replace Ahab, but her mother deserved happiness
if she did fall in love again.

It occurred to Dana that perhaps Bill Junior had phoned
Maggie today to wish her a happy Mother's Day, heard the
news, and shot his mouth off without thinking, therefore
giving her a complex...

Dana had an intuitive feeling that something good would
come out of this. Perhaps not immediately, but somewhere
along the line.

She reached over and squeezed her mother's hand. "If you
want help with picking an outfit, just let me know." Her
smile grew at the relief on Maggie's face.

Dinner was at Samantha's place. Teena was there, so the
boys got to give her presents and race around with their
cousins.

Dana felt her eyes tear up again as she watched. Once
upon a time this scene would have been a longed-for
fantasy: her and Fox married - and being able to *call*
him Fox - having children, watching those children play
in Samantha's backyard, everyone happy.

That evening came bathtime and the rather enormous task
of washing the boys' hair. Fox had used Vaseline to slick
their hair down and had been rather liberal in his
application... Dana was sure that any minute the strain
would prove too much for the hot water system. After as
much of her efforts as each individual boy would tolerate
(in other words, not much, even with the more-patient
Brett: "Mom, I've had enufffffffff!"), she gave up and
reminded herself that there were worse things than a
little grease. It had been worth it for their show.

But the leftover Vaseline caused problems at bedtime. "My
pillow's yucky!" Keir complained. So Dana had to break
out towels to tuck over the pillows for the night. She
knew she would probably have to do that for a week or so.

Eventually all the boys were asleep. Fox went downstairs
for something, and Dana went into the main bedroom. After
several minutes of rummaging she picked a sexy nightie
and went to the connecting master bathroom to get ready
for bed herself. An early night was in order, because it
was almost time to get Big Elvis to move that pelvis...

And by the state of this bathroom, it had taken him quite
a lot of effort to de-Vaseline himself. Or at least start
to.

Dana smiled at herself in the mirror as she applied
perfume and adjusted the neckline - or rather 'bustline'
- of her nightie. She touched her ring and bracelet. She
was a very lucky, happy and content woman. Her reflection
certainly showed that. And she was determined to give Fox
a wonderful time when it was Father's Day. Plans were
already forming in her mind...

And a wonderful time tonight, of course. Definitely rock
and roll.

Exiting the bathroom, she saw that the bedroom door was
now locked. Fox was lying on top of the bed, wearing only
green silk pyjama bottoms. His hair was gloriously spiky.
Fox looked over at her and put the book he was holding -
but probably not reading - down on his nightstand and
whistled at the sight in front of him.

"Today is your day - but it looks like I'm the one
getting the present!" He rolled over on his side and
regarded her. "Did you enjoy your day?"

"How could I not?" Dana replied as she came to stand next
to the bed. "I loved it. Thank you so much."

"Well, it isn't over yet..." he said cryptically.

She raised an eyebrow. Fox sat up, moving with the grace
that had always entranced her. It wasn't a feminine grace
- far from it. More like 'sleek jungle cat'. Then he
smoothly slid off the bed, down onto his knees. He took
her hands in his, and kissed them.

"Now, your final present..." His look was pure
'smoulder'. "Anything you want, any way you want it." A
quirky grin touched his lips. "With due deference to my
age and moral sensibilities, of course."

"My day, my way?"

"Exactly. Anything, anyhow-"

"I want YOU!" she announced emphatically. Dana hauled him
up off the floor and onto the bed in one strong motion.
She climbed up after him, then onto him. "The rest of the
details I'll work out along the way..."


THE END.


There will be a Father's Day sequel to this in June. The
show coming to an end on TV *won't* stop me from writing
fanfic <G>.

"All Shook Up" copyright Blackwell-Presley
"Blue Suede Shoes" copyright Carl Perkins
"Jailhouse Rock" copyright Lieber-Stoller
Can't Help Falling In Love" copyright Peretti-Creatore-
Weiss
"Love Me Tender" copyright Presley-Matson
"Splish Splash" copyright its respective writers
Used without permission, but not for profit and with no
infringement intended.