From: Kay Hewes Date: Mon, 29 Apr 1996 22:41:07 -0500 Subject: Remember the Day (1/1) okay, here goes. this is the first i've ever actually completed. category: MSR Disclaimer: You know how it goes. I don't own them--and quite frankly, I'm glad I don't. These two are way too high-maintenance for my taste! Time Span: 1997--but no spoilers that I am aware of. Summary: Will the 5th anniversary of Scully & Mulder's first encounter spell the end for their partnership??? Author's Notes: My computer is going crazy here, so I hope the format is readable....a few words, but nothing you wouldn't hear on the show. Remember the Day (1/1) by Kay Hewes (that's me) ***************************** Dana Scully was not a happy agent. She had just spent the better part of the past three hours sifting through files and reports, trying in vain to make even one little connection between any two of them. She was tired, frustrated, and on the very verge of murdering her partner. She knew that if anyone could see a connection here, Fox Mulder could. But apparently, giving *her* or their work his attention was the last thing he intended to do today. He had been completely out of it since returning from lunch, oh, six hours ago. And he was just sitting there, occasionally giving her a strange little smile, but otherwise checking his watch with an annoying frequency and glancing at the door with a dreamy expression on his face. Finally Scully just couldn't take it anymore. She slammed the folders down, sending papers flying as she jumped up out of her chair to lean across her desk and scowl at him. "For God's sake, Mulder, if there's somewhere you'd rather be just *go*," she yelled at the top of her voice, breaking the silence. He threw her a bewildered look. "Scully, what's wrong?" Oh boy, did she look pissed. "Did I do something?" He glanced at his watch again and then back at the door. She tried to calm herself, really she did. But her calm ext#rior had been pushed beyond iJs limits and she couldn't hold it in anymore. "I don't *believe* you, MULDER. 'Did you do anything?' Well, let's just think back, shall we? Why, NO, I don't believe you've done a DAMN THING since lunch!!" She was really yelling now, blue eyes flashing, her cheeks turning pink. "Why is it that it always seems you'd rather be somewhere else, *anywhere* else when we're together these days? Have things really gotten that bad between us? I know you don't like me, but do you not even TRUST me anymore?" Okay, now she'd gone too far. She'd never wanted him to know just how much it hurt that he preferred *anyone* else's company over hers. She could feel her eyes start to sting and knew she had to get out of there soon before she made an even bigger fool of herself. Mulder's mouth dropped open in surprise. What the hell was she talking about? "Scully, please. *Just* *calm* *down*...We can talk about this," he said standing up. "Don't you tell me to calm down, Fox William Mulder. If I want to yell, then by God, I'll yell!" She certainly could, he thought--because seeing her standing there--eyes bright, face flushed and leaning over just enough that he could see down her blouse--was having quite an effect on him. She looked so uninhibited and passionate. He wished he could seeher like that more often...though perhaps Inder diffeNDnt circumstances. What would she do if he leanAd over and kissed her? "Okay, Scully, you're right," he said soothingly, as if he were speaking to a child. "And don't you patronize me, you son of a bitch!" God, this man infuriated her. Why was it so hot in here? she wondered, looking at his chest. Suddenly, she just had to get out of there. She jerked up her jacket and headed for the door. Realizing that she was going to leave, Mulder lunged for the door trying to stop her. But she was too fast and instead of blocking her passage, Mulder wound up taking a blow to his forehead when she threw open the door. "Damn it, Scully," he yelled as his hands flew instinctively to the injured spot. But she didn't seem to hear him, intent on getting out of that basement office. Scully was looking at her feet as she slammed the door behind her. Otherwise, she would have seen the strange man standing in her way. Instead, she crashed right into him, coming to an abrupt stop. "Hey, lady, watch it." "Sorry," she mumbled. "S'okay. Listen, I'm looking for Dana Scully. Know where I can find her?" Scully gave him her attention for the first time--and noticed the huge bouquet of roses he was carrying...yellow. Her favorite. "I'm Dana Scully. What can I do for you?" her voice still shaking from the emotional outburst. "These are for you, Ma'am," he said, handing her the roses. "And this," he produced a picnic basket, "was also a part of the delivery." She took the basket, trying to conceal her surprise. "WAIT!" she called, but he had already turned the corner. The office door opened behind her, and she turned to see Mulder leaning against the door jamb. "So, what have you got there?" he asked softly, holding out his hand to take the basket from her. She forgot about being mad at him as she searched for a card. But there wasn't one. Great, she thought. Well, at least someone appreciated her, even if she had no idea who it was. Yeah, well, with her luck it was probably Frohike. She stepped back into the office, finally looking up from the flowers and coming out of her reverie. At her feet was a blanket, the picnic basket sitting atop of it--and two candles were the only source of light. Scully felt *her* mouth drop as she let her eyes adjust to the dark. She looked for Mulder & saw him sitting in his chair--the same chair he had been sitting in the first time she'd laid eyes on him. Her heart skipped a beat. "Mulder, what is this?" she asked, sitting the roses down. He shuffled his feet and propped his head up in his hands, not looking her in the eye. "Scully, do you know what today is?" She just stared at him. "No, Mulder, I don't." "It's the anniversary, Scully." And yet he still didn't look at her. "Whose?" she asked softly. "Ours, Scully. Five years ago today you walked through that door, so sure of yourself, head held high...and my life hasn't been the same since." She could tell he wasn't finished yet, so she just waited. "That's what this is, Scully. I just wanted to do something, but I didn't know how you would react. That's why I was so spaced out this afternoon. Sometimes you seem so distant and so tired of it all. I didn't know whether you'd want to be reminded that you'd wasted five years on me and this horrible job. And lately I've done nothing but make you mad. I don't know, Scully. I just, well, anyway," and he finally met her eyes. "Happy Anniversary, Scully." She felt the stinging in her eyes once again as she listened. This was just like Mulder. He was the only person who could elicit such a range of emotion from her--and in such a short time at that. He made her whole, kept her together. Without him, she felt sure she would shatter into a million pieces. And tonight, for the first time ever, she realized that he felt the same and that he was just as insecure about their *personal* relationship as she was. Not sure how to react, seeing as how her logical mind had just deserted her, she did the only thing she could: she looked into those sad hazel eyes and just let herself drown in emotion. Taking a deep breath, she sidestepped the blanket and walked over to where he was sitting. He looked down and fidgeted as she stood before him. Funny, she thought, that he was always stepping into her personal space but she rarely returned the favor. She reached down and took his chin in her hands, forcing him to look up at her. "Oh, Mulder," she said almost under her breath. Touching him felt so good that she couldn't resist. She placed her hands on his shoulders and straddled his legs, coming to sit on his thighs. Her feet didn't touch the floor, so she wrapped them lightly around the back of his chair for support. In this position, they were the same height and she could see directly into his eyes. At first, Mulder was so shocked he couldn't move. He felt Scully's forehead come to rest on his own. And as his body recovered from its initial shock, ht heat of her body against his registered. She was so close he could feel her breath mix with his own. His mouth went dry. "Uh, Scully," he croaked. "Hmmm..?" "What are you doing?" She pulled back a bit so she could look into his eyes again. "Mulder, I don't know what I can say to you to make you see how I feel--what these past five years have meant to me. I do get tired of it, Mulder. But not of you, never of you," she spoke so softly he had to lean forward to hear her. She reached up to touch his face, ever so slightly, as she continued, "We've always known that we didn't need words to communicate when we were in the field. But we--at least, I know I did--started hiding our feelings somewhere along the way. But even when we were hardly speaking to each other, I still felt close to you. And that was enough for me, as long as we still understood each other..." she trailed off. "But now?" he prodded. "But now, I just can't take it anymore." His heart stopped, but she continued. "I don't want to hide my feelings anymore, not from you. But I don't know what to say. Let me show you, Mulder." She leaned in closer. "Please let me show you how I feel." Her lips were touching his very softly as she whispered one more time, "Please, Mulder." And if there was one thing Mulder never could resist, it was Dana Scully. ********************* okay, guys. this has gotten way out of hand. i'm going to end it here for now and you can let me know if i should continue. From: Kay Hewes Date: Tue, 30 Apr 1996 22:39:58 -0500 Subject: Remember the Day (part II) Relationship Warning--consider yourselves warned...although i'm tempted not to warn you--i'm in the middle of exams and seem to have developed a nasty streak in my temperament. :) Some people just couldn't deal with the way I left the first part of this story (someone wanted to sic their kitty cat on me!)--so this is for those of you who wanted more 'closure'....it's very short....but i hope you enjoy. Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to CC and 1013....no infringement intended. Time Span : ummm...March 6 (i think) 1997...but no spoilers. Summary : M&S celebrate the 5th anniversary of their first encounter! Author's notes: I just want to say thanks for all the feedback I got on my first post ever--you guys are great! ****************************************************************************** Remember the Day (part II) by Kay Hewes Still breathing hard, Mulder tightened his arms around the woman who had just collapsed atop of him. She started to draw back out of his embrace, but with one swift movement he rolled them over and reversed their positions, pinning her beneath him. He pulled the other half of the blanket they were lying on over himself to cover the both of them. Just before she turned her head to the side, he caught the expression of anxiety and insecurity in her eyes. Taking a ragged breath, Mulder dipped his head and breathed softly into her ear, "Jesus, Scully. That was quite a show." He let his teeth catch on her earlobe for just a second before his mouth continued its exploration of her neck. She shivered slightly. He almost had her full attention again and he knew it. Scully tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She couldn't remember how long she had wanted this--to feel his entire body pressed against hers, to be able to express just how deep her feelings were for him. And she had finally done just that. The realization of exactly *what* she had just done set in. Here, in the office where they worked every day; practically in his *chair* for God's sake--and most definitely on the floor. She felt dizzy again, thinking about the way she had acted. Yet, she felt so....complete. She couldn't quite place what she was feeling--only that she had never felt it before. It was like she had found something she had never known she was missing; and no matter what happened, she would never be quite the same again. But what if Mulder didn't feel the same way? Scully didn't know how she would deal with that--but she knew she had made the right choice. At least now she knew--and he knew. There was so much they would *never* know in their line of work and she hated that. But she would never let the fear of the unknown rule her life--professionally, or personally. It may take her a while to face the fear, but she would always do it. Mulder stopped kissing her neck and looked into her eyes. "Scully? Are you okay?" "I'm fine, Mulder," she said in that oh-so competent voice that left nothing open for discussion. "Are *you* okay?" she asked in return, her voice dropping a couple of notches. "No, Scully, I'm not okay." Her heart stopped as she waited, praying he wasn't going to tell her that he regretted this. Mulder smiled reassuringly as he saw the confusion and doubt cloud her beautiful blue eyes. He cupped her chin and realized it was *his* turn to show *her* how he felt. "Scully, I'm so much more than okay that there *aren't* words enough to explain it." He dropped his head so he could speak into her ear once again. "You showed me, now let me show you. Let me love you, Scully. I've wanted to for so, so long." Her heart did a funny little somersault and her face lit up in the rarest of smiles--one Mulder thought surely he had never quite seen before; one that could be a very dangerous weapon if she ever used it against him--Because God knew he would walk through fire for her at the promise of that smile. Still smiling, Scully turned his head so that *her* lips were to *his* ear. "I'm all yours, Mulder." **************************** Quite a bit later, Scully lay draped across Mulder, legs and fingers intertwined with his. And hell, knowing they couldn't stay right there forever. The candles were burning low and she spied the still unopened picnic basket. "Mulder, if there's chocolate in there, it could be love," she said motioning towards the basket." "Must be fate, Scully," he said, tipping it over to display a huge chocolate cake. Scrambling off of him, she shrugged into his discarded undershirt and made a dive for the cake. Lifting a chocolate covered finger to her lips, she licked part of the icing off. Mulder watched her intently as he tried to sit up. "Mmmmmm, and they say diamonds are a girl's best friend." Mulder gave her his best wounded puppy look. "And I thought *I* was your best friend, Scully." She scooted over to sit in his lap, facing him and put her finger to his lips so he could lick the rest of the chocolate off. "You ARE. Definitely must be fate," she said, flicking her red hair back before leaning in to lick the remaining icing off of his bottom lip. ******************************** okay, that's it.