From: Laura Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 12:07:50 -0500 Subject: Page 65 part 11: Memories by Doctor C. Source: direct Title: Page 65 part 11: Memories Author: The infamous Docster (cue dramatic music) Category: S, R, Key Words: Mulder/Scully Married, Angst, Alternate Universe Summary: Scully remembers the conversation that she and Mulder had about having children when they were younger. Note: HIYA Didi Glad these stories were a big hit where civilization ceases to exist! And Spooky, I am sooo warning you that if you don't call me the second you get back from Alaska that something bad will happen. (Remember what happened to Queequeg?) Disclaimer: Blah blah blah. Everybody knows the drill. I don't own Mulder and Scully, CC and 1013 do. (Although I wish that CC didn't directly own them, because he's a NoRoMo.) This is probably my shortest story and will be (I don't usually like any less than say... 5K? Dana sat in bed, thinking. Her OB had sentenced her to bed rest, despite her protest, Mulder took the doctor's side. She remembered all the way back to fourth grade, they had both just watched "THE MOVIE" and Scully wanted to see Mulder's views on the subject. She sat down on the bench in the library and waited for him. A few minutes went by, and Mulder plopped down on the bench beside her. "Hey, Scully." "Hiya, Mulder." She said, as she smiled. "Wha'd you think of it?" "It was really gross, and I never want to be a doctor that delivers babies." He said as she smiled. "Mulder, I need to ask you something." She said, as she put her hand on his. "Scully, this seems serious, what is it?" Mulder asked, looking concerned. "Do you ever want to have children?" "Well, I don't know. Nobody has ever asked me that before.," he said, as she smiled at him. "Yea, I guess I could be a father someday. What about you?" he answered. "Ever since about third grade I always had a dream of myself growing up." She looked down. "But I don't think you want to hear about my boring stuff." "Hey." He said, lifting up her chin so she'd look him straight in the eye. "Scully, you have been my best friend for 2 long years. I kinda want to hear your dreams. "Well, okay. Since you asked. I always thought of myself as a mother with two healthy kids, and a dog named buddy. A big house with a white picket fence and a pool in the backyard. And after I come home from work, I enter the arms of my loving husband each day." She paused, and looked at him. "What if I never find anyone? What if I end up alone and lonely?" she said, as he assured her. "I promise Scully. You will find someone who will bring you happiness, love and devotion any man would be jealous of." "But what if my marriage turns out like your mom and dad?" she asked, because she had walked in numerous times to find Teena and Bill fighting over something really stupid. "It won't because I won't let it. Make me a promise." "Okay." She said, almost wanting to cry about her sorry life. "If both of us don't find anyone or we have horrible hateful marriages, twenty years from now, we will get married." He said, as she looked at him strangely. "Really, you'd do that for me? Just for me to be happy?" she said as she smiled, braces and all. "Of course, Scully. I'd do anything for you and your happiness." He said as he pulled her into a hug, and she felt the warmness and love inside of her, as she clung to her best friend. Dana sighed at the memory. Mulder really would do anything for her happiness. She rubbed her now slowly bulging out belly tenderly. She and Mulder had created something together. They had created love. And this child too. She was here, in her dream house (it didn't have a white picket fence, but it had everything else), with her dream dog snoring on the floor beside her bed, and her dream husband, busting his butt each day so that they can be a family. She slipped into a dream and smiled. "Mommy, tell me how you and daddy first met?" was a little girl's question. "Well sweetie, I was new to class, and your daddy really liked me. That or else he wanted to see if I had cooties. And he sat behind me. While I was doing my work, he tapped me on the shoulder and said. 'We're on page 65.' And from that moment on, I just knew.