From: Ariel 'xfilesx' <vmfiles@hotmail.com>
Date: Fri, 22 February 2008 8:34:27pm PST
Title: The Talk: Saturday Roll (6/7)
Author: Ariel 'xfilesx'
Rating: Not Rated
Spoilers: None
Keywords: MSR Married
Disturbed on: Gossamer, Ephemeral and
Veronica Mars Files
Intro: In this story season 8 and 9 don't
exist. Although I did enjoy those seasons,
they don't exist in this universe, and
very little of season 7. Everything XF
happened except for the extraction of her
ovas.
Summary: An AU version of married life
with Mulder, Scully and their son William.
I know they might seem completely out of
character but its married life.
*See part one*
Disclaimer: The characters and situations
of the television program "The X-Files"
are the creations and property of Chris
Carter, Fox Broadcasting, and Ten-Thirteen
Productions. No copyright infringement is
intended.
My Beta: None
Note: Please don't repost this story
without author's permission.
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Saturday had rolled upon them in a flash.
The family was at home, with Scully doing
last minute preparations. She had done the
cake days earlier and was making side
dishes for William and his twenty-five
friends, including parents and David from
next door. Scully hoped Karen would be
making an appearance, along with her
husband, Dave. Mulder was being a
gentleman, not that he wasn't already. She
just really stopped and took notice at how
together he was. How together they both
were. It made her smile.
She was making her homemade seasoned
chicken which her husband and her son
seemed to enjoy. She couldn't believe she
had forgotten the most important thing, or
things. Mulder was out and about gathering
those things while William was still
asleep. They were going to wait until he
got up before doing anything birthday
related. It was the last one. It had to be
special and sentimental, at least for
Scully. She seemed to be very emotional
lately as well too. Must be those
pregnancy hormones again, she thought.
Moment later, Mulder breezed in, multiple
plastic bags in hand. She was in the
kitchen tossing a salad for her self,
while waiting on the chicken. He settled
the bags on the dinning room table, right
beside the kitchen. He started taking the
items out one by one. Scully had forgotten
a whole lot of things.
"Need any help?" He offered, glancing at
his pregnant wife while continuing his
task. She laughed at the offer.
"It's just like you to offer your
'assistance' when I'm only doing one
thing." She said, he let out a breathily
chuckle because it was true, very true.
"Well... do you?" He asked hopeful, with a
smile and a look as bright as day.
"Of course not." She replied with a crease
of her rosy lips and just enough arch in
her brow to abduct his little heart.
William was still very much asleep so he
didn't have to watch his parents get mushy
on each other which he hated and found to
be gross.
"Is the birthday boy still asleep?" He
asked, putting the extras away in the
cabinet near her. She was taking her time
preparing the salad to her liking.
"Yeah, he sorta had a late night. It
shouldn't be too long though." She
answered, leaning back, looking into the
living room at the wall clock. It was
still fairly early so she wasn't expecting
him up anytime soon. Maybe another hour or
so, he'd rise to the occasion in his name.
The day his mother gave birth to him, that
cold night at Georgetown Medical, he came
into the world and was named William,
after his father. Her reminiscent thoughts
were pulled to a halt as the phone began
to ring. Scully looked at Mulder,
knowingly, for him to answer it. He
stopped his task, taking in her look and
answering the phone.
Whatever he was talking about on the
phone, he tried to get out of it. From the
heightened stress patterns in his voice,
she could tell it wasn't good. It was
probably something he didn't wanna hear.
It was most likely something she didn't
want to hear. He stayed on the phone for a
little over 6 minutes. She was watching
him instead of making her salad. Scully
couldn't decipher whatever it was Mulder
was trying to put off, this being a one
way conversation in all. He sighed into
the phone, hesitantly hanging it up. She
turned to him, right hand on hip. He
couldn't meet her gaze.
"What is it?" She asked, preparing herself
for what was to come. He knew she wouldn't
like it one bit and of all the days,
today. He finally met her eager stare.
"That was Tammy. She rescheduled my
appointments for today by mistake. I can't
get out of this one." He told her. She was
pissed, instantly at the name Tammy. She
turned away from him, continuing her work.
She started to mutter obscenities to
herself about the situation until they
became audible. She opened the cabinet for
the croutons, angrily slamming the door.
Mulder looked on, not believing what he
was seeing. It's not like he wanted to go.
They needed to make money some way.
"I can't believe you, and of all days! I
can't win for losing." She hissed, shaking
the contents onto her halfway completed
salad. He was afraid to approach her
almost. There was no telling what she'd do
in the state she was in. Five months
pregnant or not, she was viral, hell,
scary even. He worked up the courage and a
few reassuring lines. Even if he wasn't
sure how long these few appointments would
take him. He finally reached out, grabbing
her hands and stilling them from her task.
He spoke in the softest tone that calmed
her almost immediately. She couldn't stay
mad at him now.
"It's not like I want to go. But I have
too." He said.
"But why? This-this-this Tammy sees you
more than your own son. And what about
me?" She croaked with her voice slightly
breaking. She was upset, she couldn't look
at him.
"This is for you. For *us*. All of us. And
if I didn't have to go, I wouldn't." He
confirmed with a squeeze to her hands. She
knew that but was still upset. He brought
his hands up to cup her face, and leaned
forward, kissing all her worries away. She
stood there, letting him kiss her,
caressing her cheeks as he did so. She opened
her mouth to him, accepting his
reassurance. He pulled away after a few
moments, resting his forehead against
hers. She sighed, eyes closed. She still
couldn't look him directly in the eyes
until he tipped her head up to meet his
gaze.
"Mulder---" She started to say as he did
so but then he cut her off.
"I'll be back later. Don't forget to tell
the birthday boy to wish big." He said,
letting go. She nodded, as he grabbed his
dress coat from the hall closet to put on
top of his non-working attire. He was
almost out the door.
"Mulder." She called, hand on her stomach.
"Just--- be careful." She told him. He
nodded his okay, leaving their home on a
day of remembrance and new memories.
**
On his way to his office, he was hoping
his patient was in desperate need of
guidance since he was practically yanked
from a family event. Not just any family,
but *his* family. The only family he had.
His father was gone and his mother, also
gone. He took pride in his family and was
thrilled when Scully welcomed him to hers
with open arms. But now, this was how he
showed his appreciation? By running off to
work instead of simply saying no or
canceling. But he couldn't. It was up to
him to make sure his patient's stayed sane
members of society. He couldn't turn his
back on them. As soon as he got there, he
noticed the blinds on the building were
slightly cracked, letting light seep in
from all directions. He jogged to the
door, not knowing what to expect.
When his assistant called him, she told
him about one of his tricky patients.
Michael Barrister was his name. He didn't
like being alone, he had detachment issues
and was very needy along with various
other things which was understandable. He
hadn't seen his daughter in ages and it
was very upsetting for him when Mulder
brought her up in any of their sessions.
He had to break that wall down. During
sessions when he thought he had a
breakthrough, the defensive walls were up
high once again. Tammy was at the lobby
desk. As soon as she saw him she jumped up
from the desk.
"Fox!" She yelped. Oh brother, she's
calling him by his first name again. He
blatantly ignored it
"Where is he?" He asked.
"In your office. I--"
"You left him alone!?" Good gravy, she
left his problem patient all by himself.
He probably thought he wasn't going to
show. And he told her what she should do
if a patient showed up and he was
unavailable. Stay by their side and make
sure their calm and collected before
contacting him, especially if they didn't
want a repeat of the knife incident. It
scared Scully to death, especially at the
sight of his appearance the night he
returned home. He certainly didn't want a
reenactment of that day. He reached his
office door as she followed suit.
"I didn't know what else to do. I---" She
was trying to say but he waved it away
with a hand.
"It's ok." He said, retreating to his
office with his waiting patient. Tammy
went back to the lobby desk, still wearing
those revealing outfits.
Mulder's patient was frantically pacing
his office. Touching various things, all
the long while, whispering to himself,
panicking almost.
"Michael." Mulder said in a calming tone,
his patient still pacing the room, biting
his nails in anticipation.
"Doctor Mulder... I didn't think you were
coming." Michael Barrister blurted out
frantically through a mouth full of
fingers and nails. He was still pacing the
office until Mulder suggested he calm down
and take a sit, directing him to a chair.
Mulder went to his desk, pulling out a
readied tape recorder and starting it. He
gently gestured for him to tell him what
was on his mind.
"I've been having suicidal thoughts. I
held a knife to my wrist a few times
before calling. Nothing in my life is
going right. I can't take it." The man
said, putting his head between his legs,
practicing the breathing exercises Mulder
told him to do when he felt life had
cheated him.
"Life is life. Not everything is perfect.
You've got to learn to deal, for your
daughter. I know you want to see her
again, and she wants to see you." He
informed him in his soft doctor's tone
reserved solely for his patients. Here, he
was another person. Nothing here would
follow him home. He hoped anyway. Michael
Barrister screamed at that, beating
himself in the head with closed fists.
"No! I can't-- I can't." He yelled,
beginning to cry. This man was trying to
be tough for everyone until one day; he
broke, shattering into a million pieces.
And now is where he is, trying to piece
himself back together. He was broken.
"Yes, you can. But only if you believe
it." Mulder said in a meaningful voice
that stopped his patient hard. He opened
his bottom desk drawer, sliding a box of
tissue across the top to him.
**
A long while later
Michael Barrister was long gone. After
having a meaningful talk, Mulder was sure
this was the breakthrough he had been
searching for. He offered to call a
specialist for double treatment. He
quickly agreed. Their session was over but
he still had a lot of healing to do. He
showed him to the door and told him to
call if he felt those thoughts were
becoming to strong and graphic for him to
face alone.
Mulder was filling out a patient referral
form for him. He wanted him to see one of
his psychologist friends for further
evaluation. He missed a large portion of
his son's birthday and felt terrible he
couldn't be there. He was flying through
the form, faxing copies of Barrister's
file over to his friend. He had talked to
his friend over the phone, convincing him
to take part of his case load. He agreed
with Mulder thanking him for taking it.
Tammy walked in a short time later with a
sack of files she had organized. She
placed the files in alphabetical order in
Mulder's filing cabinets. She hadn't
spoken since earlier until now.
"I'm sorry... about earlier. I thought I was
following procedure." Tammy said quickly
yet quietly, opening up different drawers
on the cabinet. Mulder looked up from his
desk task to acknowledge her.
"You were. And it's okay. I'd just like to
get home." He said, going back to his
report. Mulder wanted to get home and
fast. Spend all the time he could with his
son. And make it up to Scully. She was
pregnant and needed him at this time and
look where he was. Tammy sighed turning
back to the files.
"What's going on at home?" She asked,
looking over her shoulder.
"Believe it or not, my son turned 9
today." He sadly announced, quicken his
writing hand. He wanted to get this done
before nightfall which was peeking over
the horizon.
"At least let me make it up to you." She
offered. He hadn't looked up again since
she came in. The lights in his office
suddenly went out. Mulder dropped his pen
on his work, exasperated that he couldn't
finish. He finally looked up and couldn't
believe what he was seeing. He rubbed his
eyes trying to assure himself that it
wasn't what he thought he saw. His
assistant had unbuttoned her shirt. He
realized she was standing by the light
switch. He couldn't move. He was
completely stunned. She started to sway
toward him, rubbing her bra covered
breasts as she moved.
"Oh god." He whispered, still stunned. He
just looked on. He couldn't move. He felt
frozen, constricted. He couldn't believe
it. He thought it was just his imagination
getting the best of him. She climbed into
his lap, running her hands over him,
grinding her pelvis area into his crotch.
He couldn't believe it, yet he was still
frozen in place. He hadn't moved and
couldn't stop it. This wasn't want he
wanted at all. He tried to fight her away
as she tried to kiss him.
"I'm gonna make you forget all about her.
You don't know how long I've wanted you."
She breathed against him, still trying to
kiss him.
"No. No. No." He repeated over and over
again but it wasn't registering with her.
She started on his shirt buttons, trying
to unveil his soft, smooth skin. He didn't
want to hurt her, but he didn't want this
either. He couldn't cheat on his wife.
Never would he do such a thing. He was
still paralyzed.
"Yes... yes." She said, her tongue shooting
out over his neck. He pushed her off of
him and to the floor, quickly standing
from his seat at his desk.
"I said no!" He clamored, putting his
hands over his face. She was stunned by
his actions, pulling her legs open then
closed; revealing herself and what he just
missed out on. She pulled her shirt closed
along with her legs, still on the floor.
He tried to calm down and collect himself
before speaking again.
"Why would you want her when you could
have all this? She can't pleasure you the
way I can. Especially not with the way she
looks now. What could you possibly see in
her? Why do you want that thing?" She bit
out.
"Because I *love* her!" He shouted over
Tammy's bitter monologue. That shut her up
then. He rubbed the bridge of his nose,
frustrated and confused. He didn't need to
tell this woman that. What he should have
been doing was telling his wife that he
did. He sighed, looking to the ceiling for
some sort of guidance.
"Look, this isn't working out. I'm gonna
have to ask you to leave. I-I'll mail you
your check." He said, evenly, now in total
control.
"Are you firing me?" She asked, standing
up, still working her buttons back down.
"If that's what it sounds like to you then
yes." He said, with conviction, taking her
by the arm and tossing her out of his
office.
"Hey!" She yelled as he threw her out. She
angrily kicked the closed door. He turned
his back to it, sliding to the floor. What
just happened, he knew he had to tell
Scully. He finally heard the front door
slam. He lightly banged the back of his
head against the half wooden door. He let
*it* go on for what seemed like ages. Even
if he didn't do anything with Tammy,
Scully would probably never forgive him.
He prepared himself for his journey home.
The sun had settled behind the glossy
night sky and he was done. He faxed over
the last sheet from the Barrister file,
wiping at his neck with his sleeve which
felt tainted to him.
**
Tell Scully and maybe she won't kill you,
he thought, gripping the stirring wheel in
his car awfully tight. He arrived home to
a hallway lit house. He snuck in quietly,
softly settling his briefcase on the wood
floor. He son came around the corner from
their room in his PJs. He spotted his dad
and ran toward him in excitement.
"Dad, you missed it!"
"I know. And I'll make it up to you." He
told him making William frown, crossing
his arms in front of him. He was so cute
when he was trying to be serious. "I
promise." Mulder assured him, making
William brighten a bit.
"It was great and the whole neighbor came.
And it well--- it was fun until mom fell."
William said looking away. Now it was
Mulder's turn to frown.
"Your mother fell?" He queried at his son
for him to tell every detail now but he
simply shrugged.
"Yeah, sort of... she'll have to tell you."
He said, shrugging once more. "So what'd
you get me?" He asked hopeful. Mulder
kneeled down to his son's level.
"It's in the closet." He said, his eyes
moving over the closet door. William just
about zoomed away to it until his dad
grabbed him.
"Uh-uh. Hold it right there. And?" William
knew what he was asking. He wasn't crazy,
they didn't raise him crazy.
"I brushed my teeth." William said,
showing him his brushed teeth. His dad
looked making sure he did. Okay good next.
"And?" He asked once more.
"And I did everything. Please?" He wanted
to get to that closet. His dad let him go,
letting the other and slid. He was very
excited to see what was in it. He ran to
it, opening it up. He saw nothing. He gave
his dad an appalled look. Telling him he
wasn't very happy at what he saw in the
closet, nothing. Mulder sighed, getting up
from his kneeling position to go to the
closet. He moved some jackets over to the
side that unveiled a white bag with a big
box in it. William got excited all over
again and jumped inside, dragging the bag
out with him. He ripped all the paper off
of the box, with Mulder looking on with a
smile of happiness and pure joy. He got it
open and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Oh, this is awesome. Thank you so
much!" William said, giving his dad a
great big hug, he hugged back, absolutely
glad that he liked his gift to much. It
was that game he was trying to buy online a
while back along with a new system and a
few more games inside.
"Happy birthday kiddo... sorry I missed it
earlier." He said. They pulled away,
eyeing the gift.
"Now go to bed."
"But I--" He wanted to play the game.
"No. In the morning." He suggested.
William frowned, taking the system into
his room.
"Here. Mom wanted some ice. Goodnight." He
said, handing his dad a towel.
"Goodnight." Mulder said, as William made
it to his room, closing the door. Mulder
sighed, going to the kitchen for ice.
Scully was in bed wondering why it was
taking her son so long to get some ice.
She was trying like hell to reach her
throbbing ankle but her belly was in the
way of it all. It definitely taught her
not to host a birthday party while
pregnant again.
"Wil--" She was about to call until Mulder
walked into the room with the ice.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him,
quirking her brows up at him from the bed.
"I live here." He answered. Not really
sure what to make of her question. She
rephrased instead.
"No. I mean what are you doing home at
this time? I wasn't expecting you until
later." She said, looking at his
appearance. His shirt was unbuttoned a few
more than when he had left the house and
his shirt wasn't tucked in like it was
earlier.
"I wasn't expecting *me* until later
either." He retorted. She looked away for
a moment then back at him, she noticed he
had the towel she gave William.
"Is that my ice?" She asked.
"It is." He replied, walking toward her
and perching on the edge of the bed.
"And where do you need this *requested*
ice?" He emphasized.
"On my ankle." She answered, making a
pained sound. She gestured for him to
either put the ice on the spot or give it
to her. He uncovered her covered ankle,
revealing a slightly pink and purple
bruise around the paleness of her skin and
ankle bone. He ran a finger over the spot,
looking intently at it then at her.
"Now how did this happen?"
"I sorta fell." She said.
"Yeah, I know just as much. But how?" He
said, placing the frozen ice on her ankle.
She barely even made a sound.
"I tripped over our flowerbed as the kids
were running around. Luckily Dave was
standing near me and he caught me before I
made contact with the cement." She
informed him.
"I just wish I was there to catch you."
"Well... you weren't. And it's okay. I also
think it's time we talk."
"That's good because I need to talk to
you." He was about to start, not exactly
meeting her eyes. He had prepped himself
on his way home on how to approach the
Tammy situation with his wife.
"No, no... let me get this out." She
suggested. He quieted down, letting her
say what she wanted to say.
"I know you're a good man. You're hard
working and sometimes you have to do what
ever it is you need to do. But I get
lonely, needy and jealous all the time.
And I try to stay positive always but it's
just hard when you have to run off
somewhere every two seconds. I know you
mean well. I really do. I just don't know.
I feel-- sometimes I feel like we've lost
that spark in our marriage. Like we're at
the point of something that could turn
ugly... quickly and I don't want that for
us. I want more. And I don't mean more
gifts or jewelry, none of that. I just
want you." She told him.
That was the longest and most meaningful
thing she said to him in months and he
wanted to take her just then but she was
in pain and thought better of it. He smiled
at her instead, taking in the moment.
"Have I told you how much I love you
lately?" He stated, tickling her calves.
"Nope. I don't believe you have. But we
can start fresh today." Smirking and
laughing as he did so. She playfully
slapped his hands away. "Stop that." She
said, and he did.
"Now what was it you wanted to tell me?"
She asked him sweetly as he caressed and
rubbed her swollen ankle.
"Just that I feel the same way. From now
on I'm going to try and work from home so
I can be here for you and for William." He
told her. Tammy didn't seem like the thing
to bring up at that point so he placed it
on a backburner.
"I would love that. But could you do me a
favor?" She asked of him with a side ways
smile.
"Anything." He informed her. Whatever it
was he'd do it for her.
"Could you, you know... massage...?" She
pointed at her milk heavy breasts. They
were hurting her and nothing she was doing
was working. She figured she could ask but
didn't think he would want to do it if
they weren't going to make love. He
hesitated for a few minutes and she
recognized his discomfort.
"I'm sorry. You don't have to." She told
him.
"No. I want to." He told her, pushing her
back in a laying position. He took the ice
from her ankle and placed it on the
nightstand. He probably should have tossed
it in the sink knowing it would melt right
through the wood. She closed her eyes as
he reached up and pulled her housecoat
open, loosening a few buttons on her
pajama top. He moved the fabric over to
unveil her beautiful, milky skinned
breasts. They had gotten quite large over
the last few months, with Mulder
pretending he hadn't noticed. He took her
left breast in hand, left to him but it
was her right, rubbing and needling it
gently. She let out a deep sigh and
seconds later a groan at the touch. He ran
his thumb over her milk stiffened nipple,
caressing it and surrounding skin. Her
breasts were the only ones he'd dare
touch. She was perfect in everyway and he
silently thanked god that she was created
for him. In all her presences and beauty,
mixed with the love he felt for her,
together they made William, their son.
"Mmm, that feels wonderful." She sighed.
He was satisfied with that response and
moved over to it's twin. Giving it the
same treatment he had performed on the
other just moments ago. A few minutes
later, her breath had evened out and she had
fallen asleep while he was doing this to
her, for her. He stopped, pulling her top
back closed. He moved her underneath the
covers to sleep.
He arose from the edge of the bed, taking
the ice into the bathroom with him. He
emptied the frozen water into the sink to
thaw and dissipate. He couldn't look at
himself in the mirror. He was sure he'd
wouldn't like what he'd see. He quickly
stripped off his clothes, putting them
all inside the clothes hamper. He didn't
even wait for the water to heat up as he
stepped inside. Feeling completely
disgusted with his self for not stopping
it sooner, for letting it go as far as it
did. The water was hot and cold against
his skin, but he didn't care because it
was how he truly felt inside.
Scully was going to either find out on her
own or he'd have to tell her. He knew she'd
appreciate it more if he personally told her
but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He
couldn't watch her heart shattered into a
billion pieces in front of him again and
because of something he had done. It was
something that could have been avoided at
the beginning if only he had listened to
Scully. Damn woman's intuition.
He was out of the shower a while later as
clean as he was going to get and in a
plain white t-shirt and pajama bottoms. He
opened the closed bathroom door for bed.
Scully was on her side, all warm and
snuggly underneath the sheets. She looked
content, peaceful. Something Mulder wished
he could experience as well. He left their
room to check everything just as he had
always done and to make sure William was
asleep. He was asleep alright, with the
game system in bed with him. Mulder
chuckled, prying it out of his sleepy grip
and settling it on the floor. He closed
his son's door, placing all his weight
against the hallway wall, completely lost
in thought. He was so confused.
Psychologists were supposed to have their
lives together but not Mulder. He closed
his eyes as though he were about to sleep
against the wall. Tonight, thought was all
he had.
The End.
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