From: SillyPhilie@aol.com Date: Thu, 16 Dec 1999 22:13:14 EST Subject: "Merry Christmas, Scully" by Angel-Wings Gaskins Source: direct Title--"Merry Christmas, Scully" Author--Angel-Wings Gaskins Class/Keywords--SR, MSR PG Holiday Fic Spoilers--The 6th Season, from SR819 on, and the 7th up to Millenium- Several references to the show 'Millenium', but nothing you wouldn't find out from the Millenium epi. Author's babbles--This was intended to turn into something, but what, I don't know. Merry Christmas, ya'll, and hope your New Year's as happy as Moose and Squirrel's! Dedicated to all the regs. on the AOL chat, and all the newbies, too. Specially the Holiday Fanfic Archive, where it's Christmas all year round! Feedback: Yes, please! I'm seriously thinking of writing a sequel, but wanna know if you guys like this first. Via: SillyPhilie@aol.com Archive: Could you tell me where first? ThanX Disclaimer--boy, Santa won't give M&S to me for Xmas... oh well, lemme borrow 'em, Chris? It's Christmas! No $ will be made, although I need some for presents... "Merry Christmas, Scully" by Angel-Wings Gaskins *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Scully stared out the passenger-side window at the the ice-laden world wizzing by. It was mesmorizing, the way the snow laced the ground beautifully and blanketed the trees as if to warm them, instead of chilling them harshly. The landscape was dotted with cabins here and there with smoke rising peacefully from their warm chimneys. She smiled to herself at the thought of families and children huddled around the hearth on Christmas Eve in their pyjamas, telling Christmas stories and feeling humble. She turned to look at her partner with his wraggled, disobedient hair and his designer sunglasses. Gorgeous, she thought, staring at his features. He turned to look at her, smiling in response. "Can I help you, Scully?" She just yawned, drawing her hands over her head to stretch. He chuckled lightly at her reaction. "Don't worry, we're almost there. Promise." "Yeah, well, it would be enlightening to know where 'there' is." He tossed a playful smile at her, glancing over his sunglasses to view her. She shook her head and sighed. She loved this side of him-his adolescence. It barely showed during their professional days, and his search for an endless truth didn't leave much room for fun like this. "Just under an hour, Scully. Lean back and get some sleep." She eyed him appreciatively and laid her head back against the headrest, closing her eyes in preperation for dreams. But she couldn't sleep. He head was too busy with memories and curiosity. A marquee of images of the past year flashed by her eyes, warming her soul and cooling it at the same time. Skinner getting that undefinable disease, only to mysteriously shrug it off; Mulder trusting Diana Fowley in place of herself; the demise of the Syndicate; the trip to Florida where Mulder added some new scars to his list; the bank hostage situation; being married to Mulder, and God, did she love that situation; the dog woman; the man who could mysteriously change the matter of anything he touched; the man next door to Mulder who caused her to break down; the gleeful baseball fun with her partner; the weird trip to Las Vegas, when she issued a raincheck to kick the LGs asses; the giant mushroom thing that almost ate them alive; Mulder's mysterious alien illness which predicted the end of mankind only to save it; the hamburger joint employee who had a need for brains; Frank Black... the kiss... She sighed despite herself, realizing it had been a hell of a year, as it always was with Mulder. Just an hour before he had asked her to take a ride with him. Now he wouldn't disclose the destination. She only knew they were headed north and were now in Pennsylvania. "Scully? You awake?" She turned her head in his general direction, opening her eyes a slit. "Yeah, Mulder, just thinking." "What about." "This past year," she answered quietly. He nodded understandingly. "Anything in particular?" She blushed slightly, feeling as if he could read her mind about the kiss. What the hell, she thought. Better now than never. "Yeah, actually." He looked at her expectingly, never rushing her. "New Year's Eve... and, um... the kiss." Mulder smiled at the memory of her warm lips against his own, her scent, and the meaningful words that followed. It was perfect-she was perfect. "It was pretty nice, wasn't it?" An understatement if there ever was one. "Yes, it was." She quieted as they pulled into a lone driveway and came to a stop just in front of a snow covered brick house. "Mulder?" "Merry Christmas, Scully." "Mulder, Christmas was three weeks ago." "I know, I know, but this is something special, to make up for the Christmas' before... c'mon," he said, exiting the car and waiting eagerly for her to follow. He held out his arm for her, Scully hooking her elbow around his. He walked her to the door and knocked, gleefully smiling. She laughed to herself at his boyishness. The door opened and a familiar face was there to greet them. "Agent Mulder, Scully, glad you could make it," the man said, smiling happily. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Frank." Scully stared in shock as Frank Black and Mulder shook hands. Scully shook his hand politely, numb to the feeling. He gestured them inside and took their coats and winter garments. As soon as Frank was out of sight, Scully spoke. "Mulder, why are we at Frank Black's house?" He smiled. "It's his Christmas with his family. He asked us to come." She nodded and stared at the little girl who came running around the corner, stopping in front of the two agents. She held out her hand in greeting, an adorable smile painting her features. Scully shook her hand and grinned. Mulder noticed the twinkle in her eye from the girl. "I remember you; you helped save my Daddy. I'm Jordan." "Hi, Jordan, I'm Dana. And this is my very good friend, Mulder. Merry Christmas." "Yep, I remember him, too. Daddy says that you two are very special people with special jobs." She took both their hands, pulling them into the dining room. "C'mon, it's time for dinner." She showed them to their seats next to one another and watched while averyone else took theirs. Still, their were two empty place settings, one next to Frank Black and on next to Scully. "Why are there empty seats?" she whispered to Mulder. "Ever since Frank's wife died, Jordan has always set her place at the table." She nodded. "What about this one?" "That one... is a surprise." As if on cue, a cloud of giggles was heard from the kitchen. A little girl ran into the dining room being chased by two, tiny puppies at her heels. The group laughed and Scully felt an odd connection to the girl--almost like Emily. Frank stopped the petite child and told her to sit down, pointing to her seat next to Scully. The girl's face beamed and she ran to Scully. "Mommy!" the girl screamed, running into Scully's arms. The girl hugged her tightly and Scully couldn't hide her tears of joy. Emily- her Emily, her baby. She was here, alive. She kissed the girl's hair and held her tightly against her, whispering 'I love you' and 'I missed you' over and over again in a chant. The young girl finally broke away, smiling gloriously. She took Scully's hand and sat in her chair, grinning. Scully kissed Mulder's cheek and hugged him gratefully. "Thank you so much, Mulder. This was the best Christmas present ever." He watched as the reuinioned couple laughed and giggled. Scully held his hand tight and thanked him again. "I love you, Mulder." "I know, Scully. Merry Christmas." *--THE END--* Merry Christmas to the cast and crew of TXF, and all the philes out there! Feedback is appreciated and begged for. ThanX, luv ya lots. --Angel SillyPhilie@aol.com "Oh, Merry Christmas, Scully." "Thank you. Merry Christmas to you too, Mulder." --Millenium--