From: Brandy Seitz Date: Wed, 17 Feb 1999 12:08:48 -0800 (PST) Subject: submission of new story I wrote this for Valentines Day and decided to try and archive it so here you go. MY VALENTINE Spoilers: Triangle, it happens way after, but it has a spoiler. Rated: PG, really mild language. Warning: This is an M/S romance! You have been warned! Archiving: Anywhere as long as you let me know. Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, I'm just borrowing them. There is no infringement intended. Summary: Valentines Day, Mulder is alone and Scully says she has plans. Dedication: To my friends in the e-mail club DGERS. I wrote this for them. Hope y'all like it! 6:30 p.m. Valentines Day Mulder's apartment He was restless. He had been all weekend. What a wonderful day, he thought grimly. I hate Valentines Day. I have always hated Valentines Day. I can't remember a time when I liked it. At this thought he reached for the bottle of whiskey on his coffee table and poured himself another drink. Something else he had been doing all weekend. He gulped it all down with one swallow. What a stupid thing to celebrate, he thought. People all googely-eyed and wistful, love could be it's own X-File. If under other circumstances that thought might have been funny. He thought about all those people out there tonight in love having the time of their lives. Scully. Why had he possibly thought that he might actually spend this day with her? They had been so close lately, he thought there might be a chance that one Valentines day might go by that he wasn't alone. But he had obviously been wrong. True, they had been closer then they ever had been lately, but it must be a different close then he had hoped or thought. It was just a friendly close nothing more. But how could she do this? As close as they were she could still do this? She had ~plans~ for Valentines Day. Those few little words made his heart wrench in pain. Friday at work he had been hinting about maybe spending V-day with her, when she very bluntly said, "I have plans for Valentines Day, Mulder. You doing anything?" Those ten words where like a knife stabbing him right in the heart. He had played off his pain saying he really didn't like celebrating Valentines Day, he had never really understood it. But that would probably be because you have never had a real Valentines Day stupid, he thought to himself. Who could she possibly be going out with anyway? She spent most, if not all, of her time with him. When could she have meet someone, not to mention have a date set with him? He reached for his empty glass to pour himself another drink. Why the hell am I even bothering with a glass? There is no one here to see me drink it from the bottle. So on that thought he reached for the bottle. Dammit. He knocked the bottle over on his table and then onto the floor, spilling all of it's contents. That was my last bottle too, he thought grimly. Well I guess I'll just have to go out and buy another bottle. Wait, it's Valentines Day, why am I sitting here by myself when I could be out? Like at a bar somewhere. Yeah, that's it. I'll go to a bar. And be alone there, instead of here. I'll just go and get even more drunk than I already am. Since there is no other reason why I shouldn't since there is no way Scully will be happening by. With that thought he got up off the couch and walked toward the door. Not even bothering to clean up the liquor he spilled. Why bother? He put his jacket on, since it was February and he was in DC. He put his hand on the door to open it when he remembered he forgot something. His gun. He went back into the living room to pick it up but it wasn't where he had left it. Oh well, he thought, as much alcohol as I have in my blood I'm probably better off without it. But still after years of having it plastered to his side, he felt somewhat naked without it. So he went into his rarely used kitchen to see if he had laid it down in there somehow. Nope not there either. Where could it be? He finally remembered that Friday on his way home he had taken off his suit jacket and gun and left them in his car. Smooth move Mulder. So with the knowledge of where his gun was he headed for the door. Knock. Knock. He froze dead in his tracks. Had he just heard a knock at his door? No, he must have imagined it. Knock. Knock. The knocking was more forceful now. There was no way he could be imagining this. With the knowledge that he was indeed not making this up, he started very slowly toward the door. Who on earth would be coming here on Valentines Day? Even the Lone Gunman probably had something planned for tonight. It couldn't be?.her, could it? No don't go there. You know very well that she has plans tonight that DO NOT include you. So who is it that is very forcefully pounding on your door? He was beginning to wish that he hadn't left his gun in his car. He went to the door and opened it very slowly and carefully. Before he could even manage to see who it was the person slid right by him and into his apartment. Scully. Wow! She looks good; she's all dressed up. But what the hell was she doing here? Was her date coming up the stairs behind her? His stomach literally did somersaults at that thought. Then he noticed something; she had her hands behind her back. He had to know why she was here. "Uh, Scully, I thought you had plans for tonight?" There he asked, now if she'd just answer his heart could start beating at a normal rate again. "Oh, I still do Mulder." She said sweetly, a little too sweetly. "If you have plans then why are you here?" He was completely dumbfounded as to why she would come by. "I do have plans," she paused to look him directly in the eyes, "with you Mulder." At this statement she pulled her hands from behind her back. In them were a bottle of very expensive red wine and a box of candy. Oh no, she didn't. She did. He took a closer look at the box of candy. It wasn't just any candy, it was his favorite candy. Chocolate covered coconut. He looked at her face, she was doing something he rarely saw her do. She was smiling from ear to ear. "Sit down." She commanded pointing to the couch and heading into the kitchen. He did so just because he was to confused to do anything else. Did she just say she had plans with him? Did I miss something? I must be dreaming, he thought. Yep, that's it I fell asleep on my couch and am dreaming. She came out of the kitchen with two glasses of the red wine she had brought. She handed one to him and moved around to the other side of the couch to sit down. She saw the bottle lying there where it had fallen and the pool of liquid around it. "What have you been doing, Mulder?" She asked in an almost curious tone. "Drinking." Was his only reply. She sat down next to him and took off her shoes. He was so confused he just sat there like an idiot. He had to know what had happened to her date. So he asked. "So what happened to your date?" There I asked. I hope that that sounded casual enough. She sighed with exasperation, "Mulder there was no date, don't you get it?" She was looking him in the eye and he still didn't get it. "No, I don't get it Scully." He replied truthfully "Mulder do you remember when you were in the hospital after your little jaunt into the Bermuda Triangle?" She asked him still looking him straight in the eye. "Yes." Was his reply. Where is she going with this? "Do you remember the conversation we had when you woke up?" The tone of her voice was changing as her question rang in Mulder's head. "Yes I do remember that conversation." Where in the world is she going with this? "Do you also remember what you said to me at the end of that conversation?" Her tone was almost that which she uses to interrogate people with. "Yes." Ohshit, ohshit, ohshit. I think I know where she is going with this now. One of my most colossal mistakes ever, telling her how I really feel about her. "And what exactly did you say to me?" Yep, that was her interrogation tone alright. "Uhh, I don't really remember what I said." Oh please Scully drop this, he silently begged her. Even through his alcohol buzzed brain he knew ~exactly~ where this conversation was headed. "You just said that you remembered the conversation, are you changing your mind?" Her tone was now very serious as she asked her questions. "No, I'm not changing my mind." With that tone of voice she was using all he could do was to answer truthfully. "So what did you say to me?" She was boring holes into his eyes so he looked away, down to his hands. "Um?I?uh?I think?..I might have said??I love you." There he'd said it again. Dammit, why did she use that voice that demanded the truth? "You think you might have said that, Agent Mulder. Either you said it or you didn't." Oh am I in trouble now if she pulled out the 'Agent' in front of Mulder. Not to mention that tone, he was starting to feel some sympathy for those who have been interrogated by her. "Yes, that is what I said." He was still looking down at his hands in his lap when she replied. "Did you mean it?" Her tone had softened to the one she used only when they were discussing something personal or intimate. Her entire body also relaxed, in a way. She was still nervous at his reply. "Yes, I did mean it." He still couldn't look at her even though her voice had softened. "You did?" She barely choked out. He finally looked at her, she had tears in her eyes. "Of course, I did Scully. Do you really think I would say it and not mean it?" He couldn't believe she would think that he hadn't meant it. "No. Mulder, I just thought?" she couldn't finish. "That it was the drugs?" He finished for her. "Yeah." "Well it wasn't." "You really mean you love me?" She didn't want to believe it and it be a lie, she had to hear him say it again. "Yes, Scully," he looked up at her now to finish, "I love you." "I love you too Mulder." The sound was barely above a whisper, but he heard it. "You do?" It was his turn not to believe. "After everything I have put you through, you still love me?" "Mulder," her voice was a little firmer now, but not much, "Why do you think I have stayed with you all these years?" "I don't know, I just thought?" he couldn't continue, there was a single tear running down her cheek. He leaned forward and took her chin in his hands and kissed the tear away. He leaned back to look in her eyes. He saw a happiness and a light there that he hadn't seen in years. He could only pray that she saw the same thing reflected in his eyes. Although he didn't get a chance to tell because she reached up put her hand behind his head and pulled him to her. Their lips met. The kiss was soft and gentle, but full of passion. It ended and they looked each other in the eyes again. "I love you Mulder." "I love you too, Scully." And then they were kissing again, but this kiss was all passion. They would pull apart just long enough to catch their breath and for one of them to whisper 'I love you'. They stayed that way kissing and pulling back to say 'I love you' as if to make up for the years that it went unsaid. How long they stayed that way neither of them could tell you. But they would both say that it was the happiest moment of their lives, so far?? Send comments to bls_pooh@yahoo.com