From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 9 Nov 2001 05:16:13 -0000
Subject: Scully\'s Anticipation by Pearl
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Title: Scully's Anticipation
Author: Pearl
Classification: VRA
Rating: PG
Spoilers: post-Season 9 but no specific spoilers
Keywords: Mulder/Scully UST
Feedback/archiving: Yes please!
Disclaimer: No matter how much better a job I think I'd do with them,
they're not mine. CC, FOX, and 1013 are responsible, and I blame and
credit them with the ownership of these characters and this universe.

Scully's heart beat double-time in anticipation of the event she had
waited so long to experience. Her breath quickened, and she felt a
bead of sweat wander down the side of her forehead. Her knees shook,
and she wondered briefly whether she should sit down lest she faint. 

Her son had fallen asleep in her arms, and she'd gently placed him in
his carrier, so that her hands would be free for this blessed
occasion. Butterflies upset her stomach and she feared she might not
make it through the wait without throwing up in an uncharacteristic
show of nervousness. 

Steeling herself, she took a deep breath. It did little to calm her
nerves, and she glanced down at her watch, realizing that she had at
least another two minutes to wait. It was going to feel like hours. 

Her lips were chapped, and she licked them reflexively, only a few
seconds later reminding herself that it would only make the chapping
worse. She noticed how little her lips tasted, and realized she hadn't
eaten since yesterday. Ah, well, she would get a chance soon enough. 

She watched her son sleep, and marvelled at how he could be so calm,
when this would be a big occasion for him as well. She knew he was too
young to understand, but she had always felt that he could sense
things. She knew it was silly, but she also knew that his father would
probably approve of such a notion, and that knowledge assured her that
such thoughts should not be forbidden. 

After an eternity of waiting, the vehicle arrived in the station, and
a stream of passengers slowly emptied out. Standing on tiptoe, Scully
attempted to survey the crowd, but failed in locating who she sought. 

A hand on her shoulder startled her, and she turned around, almost
ready to draw her gun. And then she saw him, and could no longer
control her emotions. Her eyes teared immediately, and she threw her
carefully freed arms about him. Only one word was spoken, as she
immersed herself in the much-needed touch of the enthusiastic hug,
intensified by the long time in which this particular comfort was
absent to both of them. "Mulder!"