From: Ariel 'xfilesx'
          Date: Tuesday, 25 Dec 2007 7:55am PST
          Title: "All Things Happen"
          Author: Ariel 'xfilesx'
          Rating: NC-17 (sexual situations)
          Spoilers: All Things; The Unnatural;
          Memento Mori; The Sixth Extinction
          Keywords: MSR
          Disturbed on: Gossamer, Ephemeral and
          Veronica Mars Files
          
          Intro: This is an attempt to create a
          story line in between one of my favorite
          episodes of the seventh season. I hope you
          enjoy this because I had a really fun time
          writing this.
          
          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.
          
          Note: Please don't repost this story
          without author's permission.
          
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          Mulder and Scully were sitting close
          together on his sofa. With two half-drunken
          mugs of tea at their feet on the coffee
          table where they both had their legs
          propped up. Scully was very drowsy but she
          and Mulder continued their conversation.
          
          "I just find it hard to believe..." Mulder
          said.
          
          "What part?" She mumbled.
          
          "The part where I go away for two days and
          your whole life changes."
          
          "Mmm, I didn't say my whole life changed."
          
          "You speaking to God in a Buddhist temple.
          God speaking back."
          
          "Mmm, and I didn't say that God spoke
          back. I said that I had some kind of a
          vision."
          
          "Well, for you, that's like saying you're
          having David Crosby's baby." Scully smiled
          thoughtfully and then sighed.
          
          "What is it?" Mulder asked.
          
          "I once considered spending my whole life
          with this man. What I would have missed."
          Scully says sleepily.
          
          "I don't think you can know. I mean, how
          many different lives would we be leading
          if we made different choices. We... We
          don't know."
          
          "What if there was only one choice and all
          the other ones were wrong? And there were
          signs along the way to pay attention to."
          She slurred, very drowsy at that point.
          
          "Mmm. And all the... choices would then
          lead to this very moment. One wrong turn,
          and... we wouldn't be sitting here
          together. Well, that says a lot. That says
          a lot, a lot, a lot. That's probably more
          than we should be getting into at this
          late hour."
          
          Throughout this speech, Scully had fallen
          asleep against Mulder's shoulder. He
          brushed a strand of her hair out of her
          face tenderly. He then grabbed a blanket
          from the head of the sofa and covered her
          with it. Mulder looked at Scully caringly
          for a moment as he began to move from the
          couch. He went into his bedroom and pulled
          the comforter and sheets back. He then
          gently lifted her body from the couch and
          took her into his bedroom. He laid her
          down in the warm confides of the sheets
          and proceeded to tuck her in. He admired
          her small form. Within minutes he left the
          room; leaving the door slightly open on
          his way out.
          
          She slept like a baby, dreaming of a
          majestic forest. Her wondrous dream
          suddenly turned sour and she awoke
          abruptly. Breathing erratically, she
          examined the room in which she was in.
          
          This doesn't look like the living room.
          How'd the hell did I get in here? Mulder
          must have carried me in here. Oh god, I
          can't believe I fell asleep while he was
          talking. He probably thinks I find him
          boring or something but that's not it. I
          don't find him boring at all. I actually
          find everything he has to say interesting
          and I love listening to his thoughts and
          ideas.
          
          She brought her hands up to her face and
          rubbed her eyes. Why is it so dark in
          here? Oh right, the lights aren't on. If
          I'm in Mulder's bed, where's Mulder? Maybe
          he decided to sleep on the couch. She
          decided to call out to him to see.
          
          "Mulder?" She called out sleepily. No
          answer. Is he even here? She started to
          get out of the bed to check when a voice
          from a distance replied back.
          
          "Yeah?"
          
          Oh thank god he's here. But what do I say
          now? He's expecting me to say something. A
          shadow appeared in the room.
          
          "What is it?" He asked as he turned on the
          light. She started to speak but stopped as
          her eyes adjusted to the light. She rubbed
          them again.
          
          "I just-- I thought you were gone." She
          said, hoping she didn't sound as if she
          had lost her mind.
          
          "Where else would I be at this time of
          night?" He asked, as his eyes traveled
          toward the nightstand clock.
          
          She followed his gaze and noticed the time
          herself. Wow, it's late. She let out a
          breathily sigh.
          
          "I don't know, I-- I scared myself for a
          moment." His eye brows quirked at her
          statement and she looked down feeling
          embarrassed for even saying what she said.
          She started to fiddle with the comforter.
          
          "I'm sorry--- for falling asleep earlier.
          I guess I was really tired." Okay. Out in
          the open. I hope he buys that because it's
          true. She looked down again, not meeting
          his eyes.
          
          He walked closer to the side of the bed
          and perched on the side. He looked at her
          kindheartedly as he brought his hand to
          her chin and lifted it up so she could
          meet his gaze.
          
          "What's the matter?" He asked, sounding
          concerned as he moved his hands from her
          face to her hands and caressed them
          gently. She smiled slightly and looked
          down again.
          
          "Nothing... I just had a bad dream." She
          said a note higher than a whisper.
          
          "Do you wanna talk about it? I mean you
          don't have too if you don't want too." He
          said. She shook her head and took a deep
          breath. A small laugh and a smile came
          out.
          
          "No it's okay... You were gone--- in my
          dream and that's why I was scared." She
          said as she returned his gesture,
          caressing his fingers and hands as well.
          
          Tell him the whole thing. Tell him what
          you *really* dreamt about. Her inner voice
          continued to scream out. She pushed her
          thoughts away as she reached up and hugged
          him. He was a little thrown by it but
          returned her hug nevertheless. He ran his
          hands gently down her back, soothing her
          as she clung to him.
          
          "It must have been some dream..." he said,
          causing her to shift backwards into a
          sitting position.
          
          She looked into his eyes and she saw
          something there she hadn't really paid
          attention to until that very moment. Maybe
          it was all the events that had happened in
          the last couple of days, causing her to re-
          evaluate her life and the people in it.
          Without thinking about what she was doing,
          she leaned forward and pressed her lips to
          his. She found the kiss sweet but pulled
          away when he didn't return her kiss. God,
          maybe he doesn't feel the same way. Does
          he see the same spark that I see in him?
          Probably not. Great, now I have to explain
          what that was all about.
          
          "I'm sorry, I don't know---"
          
          Her explanation was halted by a single
          finger pressed against her lips. He
          lowered his hands and leaned forward
          kissing her squarely on the lips. The kiss
          was nice until passion took them both
          over. She opened her mouth to him as he
          gently pushed her back into a laying
          position on the bed. She hesitated for a
          moment but then went back with ease. The
          kiss seemed to go on for ages and it was a
          wonderful feeling.
          
          "Are you sure you wanna do this?" He
          asked, breaking off their kiss and
          hovering over her. She nodded, letting
          this moment happen. She felt for him and
          she was assuming he felt the same. Why
          kiss her back? Mulder isn't like any other
          guy. Why can't I accept the fact that he
          may want this just as much as I do? Did I
          force this on him and he's just trying to
          make me happy? No, he isn't like that
          either. He wants this just as much as I
          do.
          
          She jumped back to the activity in
          session. Mulder was peppering kisses down
          her breasts to her abdomen. His hands
          inched underneath her shirt. God that
          feels great. When was the last time
          something like this happened? She couldn't
          remember. Her hands came up to play in his
          hair. Mulder had great hair. I remember
          his hair the time he practically ate my
          hand off. I loved his hair then. Am I
          turning into a hair fetishist?
          
          Her mind continued tossing around all
          those little moments between them. She
          could never forget the look on his face
          when she told him she was diagnosed with
          an incurable disease that could possibly
          end her life at anytime. The way he held
          her close and told her everything would be
          seen clearly soon. Mulder stopped; causing
          her to come back into focus for what was
          currently happening. If she could stay
          focused long enough maybe something might
          happen. She mentally hissed at herself for
          her lack of focus. My shirt isn't on.
          Damn, was I that deep in thought?  She
          came up on her elbows to regard him.
          
          "I'm sor--"
          
          "Stop apologizing already..." She gave him
          one of those dazzling 'Scully Smiles' the
          kind that lit the fire in his spirit. Who
          would have known? She lunged toward him.
          Now, it was her turn to pepper his face
          with kisses. She took the same amount of
          time to appreciate his body, lifting his
          shirt over his head as well. I definitely
          shouldn't get lost in thought now. She
          tossed his shirt to the floor as she
          reached between them. He roughly flipped
          her onto her back, catching her off-guard.
          She looked up at him questioningly.
          
          "No..." He simply said, interlocking their
          fingers on the pillow above her head.
          
          "Let me." He told her.
          
          God, now I know he really wants this. She
          couldn't help but smile and nod at him as
          he began kissing her neck and then her
          protruding breast line. Her nipples were
          pressed against the fabric of her bra.
          Mulder brushed his fingers across the
          smooth surface causing a shiver to run
          down her side. How could anyone make me
          feel like I'm lost in heaven with the
          simplest of touches? The next minute her
          bra was gone. Lord, please stop making me
          space out so I can enjoy the moment. She
          ran her hands over his bare chest and
          shoulders. He was beautiful. His mind was
          beautiful, his soul was beautiful. A
          beautiful mind she fought so hard for, for
          which she tried so desperately to save.
          
          He pulled her back to reality once more as
          he ran his hands down her outer thighs to
          her ankles, working his way to the inside
          of her thighs. He swiftly removed her
          skirt. Soon they were completely naked
          before each other. He settled himself in
          between her legs and they both looked at
          each other with dark but loving eyes. He
          positioned his erection toward her
          opening. His eyes sought permission. Her
          eyes granted him access and it was over.
          
          His first thrust inside her was tight but
          wonderfully exhilarating. She gasped,
          trying to gain control of herself. They re-
          adjusted themselves as Scully drew him
          closer. She loved the closeness they
          shared but she never imagined how close
          they would actually get. He moved within
          her and all was lost to the world. She
          tightened her hold around him as they
          moaned in unison. She could never forget
          this, for it was the most wonderful
          feeling she could have ever asked for, the
          most beautiful gift to give and be given.
          
          **
          A few hours later Scully was on her side
          with Mulder behind her, one arm slipped
          around her waist which laid heavy on her
          belly. The trees were ruffling outside and
          the street lights were beaming in on their
          naked bodies. Scully was pulled awake by
          the sounds of the night. She got up and
          gently extracted herself from his sleepy
          embrace. She thought about leaving for a
          moment and figured it would be the best
          thing to do.
          
          She started toward the bathroom, quietly
          grabbing her discarded clothing. Careful,
          not to disturb the figure she once laid
          beside. She dressed in the bathroom,
          zipping up her skirt and adjusting her
          hair. She thought about the activity her
          and Mulder had endured in earlier that
          evening. Was it such a good idea after
          all? To show him what she felt for him
          sexually? She didn't want to ruin this new
          found relationship. What would she do
          without him in her life?
          
          "Time passes in moments ... moments which,
          rushing past define the path of a life
          just as surely as they lead towards its
          end. How rarely do we stop to examine that
          path, to see the reasons why all things
          happen, to consider whether the path we
          take in life is our own making or simply
          one into which we drift with eyes closed.
          But what if we could stop, pause to take
          stock of each precious moment before it
          passes? Might we then see the endless
          forks in the road that have shaped a life?
          And, seeing those choices, choose another
          path?"
          
          She looked at the figure she had been
          beside thoughtfully. She walked toward the
          bed and caressed his cheek one last time
          before exiting. She realized she never did
          tell him what she dreamt of exactly.
          
          The End
          
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