From ashke@thepentagon.com Wed Mar 26 20:03:04 1997 Subject: Touch of Destiny (1/1) From: "Teresa Horne" -------- Warning: Major Romance and Sap warning here :) In this world, Momento Mori never happened, Tempus Fugit never happened, and Max definitely did not happen. Oh, and forgive me; this is a birthday present to myself :) Classification: S, R Rating: PG Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, and (Alan) Pendrell belong to CC, 1013 Productions, and Fox Broadcasting. No infringement is intended. Storm Austin and Matthew Night belong to me. Summary: An event that might happen sometime in the not-so-near future -- Mulder and Scully get married! A Little Touch of Destiny (1/1) By: Teresa Horne ---------- "Dana, hold still!" Storm shrieked at the bride as she tried to fix the wedding dress. "Dana, if you don't hold still, the dress will be ruined!!" "I'm just nervous, Storm." "Why? For you, being married will just mean you'll be Dana Mulder instead of Dana Scully. Nothing else will change, except that you two won't be 'living in sin' anymore." "Dana Scully-Mulder." Storm grinned, "That's better. Can't let that dense groom take away your name and your honor. You are not his possession. Yay to the Women's Movement!" "Storm, sometimes I think you do that just to get on Mulder's nerves." "Moi? Get on your beloved's nerves?" Storm grinned mischievously. "Always!" Dana groaned, "Oh, will you just get on with the dress already?" Storm started hemming it more, "Dana...this dress is too long for you. . ." "I know. It's Mom's." "Dana! This is the modern age!" Storm shrieked. "You shouldn't follow rules that were in a hundred years ago!" "Don't you believe in tradition?" "To a degree, yes." "Well, I'm wearing something old," she gestured to the dress, "something borrowed," she gestured to the necklace around her neck, "something new," she gestured to the shoes, "and something blue." she waved the hand with her sapphire engagement ring on it. "That's it for tradition!" "Aw, come on, Dana. . . please tell me that you're wearing the garter, at least." "I thought you weren't into tradition." "I'm not. I just figured that Mulder would have a lot of fun taking the garter off." "Storm!" She just giggled, and soon Dana joined her. ----- "Mulder, sit down." Matt grabbed his shoulders and shoved him down in the chair. "I can't." Mulder got right back up again. "What if she changes her mind? What if she leaves me at the altar?" "Mulder, I can name 3 reasons why this is not a normal wedding." "Oh?' "One, the groom is more nervous than the bride. Two, the groom is worried about the *bride* leaving him at the altar. And three, Fox Mulder is marrying Dana Scully. There is no way in hell that could be considered normal." Mulder managed a laugh, "That's true." Just then, the door cracked, and Alan Pendrell walked in. He looked about as nervous as Mulder felt. "They're almost ready." He quickly left the room, and Matt looked at Mulder, "Are you ready to spend the rest of your life with Scully?" "I've been waiting forever to do that." ----- "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." Dana let the droning monotone of the priest fade to the backdrop and took in the surroundings. It seemed almost impossible to believe that after all they'd been through, she was standing here next to Mulder, about to become his wife. It still seemed like a fairy tale. "Fox Mulder, do you take Dana Scully, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, until death do you part?" In the background, she could hear Storm screaming, "Fox Mulder, don't you dare mess this up! Don't you dare ditch her now! Don'--" Her tirade was interrupted when Matt placed a hand over her mouth. With a touch of humor, Mulder's husky voice sent chills up her spine, "I do." "And Dana Scully, do you take this man, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, until death do you part?" She met Mulder's diamond-faceted eyes for a moment as her lips formed the words that she had longed so say for a long time, "I do." ----- "You better be glad you didn't ditch her, Mulder," Storm shook her finger at him, "because if you had, you woulda had to face me. I don't take having my friends ditched at the altar lightly, Fox Mulder." "Truthfully, Storm," Mulder grinned sheepishly, "I was more afraid that *she'd* ditch *me*." "Mulder, Dana loves you too damn much to ever ditch you at the altar like that." They watched her as she spun around in Pendrell's arms. Alan had requested "one last dance", and she didn't have the heart to tell him no, so she left Mulder to argue with Storm while she did that. As the song ended, Dana walked over to them, "Hey, he's a good dancer. Almost makes me wish I'd married him." Mulder glared at her, and Storm laughed, "I'd been telling you that for quite some time, Dana." "Mulder... I was joking! Sheesh!" She turned to Storm. "Why do I love him?" "I don't know. I can't find any lovable qualities in him, myself." The familiar strains of a song flowed across the room, and Mulder looked down at his wife, and smiled, "Would you care to dance, milady?" "I'd be glad to." Storm snorted, "You two are so mushy that it disgusts me." She walks across the room, "Hey, Alan, you promised me a dance, remember?" "What about me?" "Matt, you can't dance. Sit down." "I'll get you for that later." "Oh, revenge is so sweet, isn't it?" By this time, Mulder and Scully were in their own little world, a world that consisted only of them and the song that drifted through the room. Their destiny was decided long before this, and now that it was coming true, the Gods were looking down on them and smiling. ----- The End :) Teresa ashke@thepentagon.com -- "Right now Van's going through some piece of drivel about being trapped in a magic circle for seventeen years, and it sounds like it may take seventeen years for him to sing it." --Savil (Magic's Price)