Date: 5 Apr 1998 21:24:03 GMT From: MrsSpooky3 Subject: Something(Ring Fanfic)by Emily Hashimoto TITLE: Something AUTHOR: Emily Hashimoto(mrsspooky3@aol.com) RATING: R CLASSIFICATION: R, A, V KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance, Pre XF, Ring Fanfic, Alternate Universe(or Plausible Lie) SUMMARY: Another Ringy Story. This time, guess who the blushing bride is? SPOILERS: Travelers DISCLAIMER: Scully and Mulder aren't mine. They are trademarks of the big kahunas over there at 1013 Productions. FEEDBACK: FEED ME!!!! I love feedback! E-mail me at mrsspooky3@aol.com ARCHIVE: Tell me where and thus shall receive. And keep my name on it. AUTHORS NOTE: Yeah, yeah. Another one. But mine is--really, really weird, and really "out there." Something by Emily Hashimoto ********** Alexandria 1990 Mulder watched the tape intently. The McCarthy hearings were very interesting, but that's not what he was watching for. He needed something else. He was watching so intently, he didn't hear the footsteps next to him. "Hey," a soft voice murmured. "Are you coming to bed?" She sat down, and leaned back against the green leather and saw what he was watching. "Hon?" she said again, impatiently. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. What?" He took off his glasses and turned off the TV. "Are you okay, Mulder? You look horrible--" He smiled. "Thanks, Scully." She flashed him a big grin. "--you look dead, you didn't eat dinner, and worst of all, you haven't come to bed yet." She put on a puppy face. Mulder tried to stifle a smile, then a yawn. "I will. Let me just finish--" "I know, I know. 'Give me five more minutes, I'll be there soon.' And then you fall asleep on the couch. Sweetheart--" "Yes?" "I love you, you know that, but I believe you forget that you're married to me and not your work." As if to show him proof, she grasped his hand and gazed at his wedding band. "It's just that this is important to me, okay? You've always understood my need to work--" "No," she said. "I've put up with it. Understood it, never. I love you, Mulder, but I'm not sure how much I can take." With that, she turned around and went up the stairs. The fire in her eyes had not missed his gaze, and he sat back for a moment, contemplating running up the stairs to beg for forgiveness, or be stubborn and sit on the couch. He opted for the latter. Mulder turned the TV back on. He started watching, only to smack it off a minute later. He was thinking about Scully now, and once he did that, his mind wouldn't go back. They had gotten married after dating only a few months, but the connection between them was clear. She was teaching at Quantico, and he had run into her, literally, when he needed a test run there. It was a predictable failure, their relationship, but it survived, and only got stronger. They had married quietly two months before, and only a few people knew that they weren't just sleeping together like the rest of the bureau was. But these days, their marriage was deteriorating. Their once perfect close relationship was getting worse. Their connection was going into non exsistance. But worst of all, Mulder didn't seem to care. His wife reached out for him. She tried so hard to bring him back from a practically living comatose state he was in, but she failed every time. He refused to become a normal family man, and resorted to keeping odd hours and being withdrawn. He turned off the living room light and headed upstairs. He decided to give in after all. ******** "Where the hell have you been?!?!" Dana Scully only got upset occasionally. She had been upset an hour before. Then she was pissed. Now she was raging. "Scully, let me explain--" "NO! I waited for three hours! I don't know how much more shit I'm gonna take from you, Mulder." She went up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door. He sighed. He had just gotten life shaking news. His father was somehow involved with scandals within the government. He was hoping Dana would be sympathetic and caring. He sank down on the couch and put his head in his hands. But he had forgotten they were supposed to meet her parents for dinner. They were going to tell them about their marriage. But he had forgotten. This made her pissed. Mulder suddenly heard her running down the stairs. "Mulder--" "Yeah," he called out. She stood in front of him, staring at him. "What?" he said. "I'm waiting." He was confused. "For what?" "FOR A F-----G APOLOGY, FOX!" she screamed. "Oh." He cleared his throat and stood up, closing the space between them. He put his arms around her waist and lowered his head, putting his lips on hers. When he finally pulled them off, he whispered, "I'm sorry, love. Forgive me?" She smiled slyly. "Maybe. What else?" He whispered what he was planning to do to her into her ear. Scully grinned and grabbed his hand, dragging him upstairs. "You're forgiven." ********** Two Weeks Later "Mulder, I have to talk to you." Scully shouted down the stairs. He was sitting at the kitchen table, working on a profile. "Uh-huh." She stood in the doorway and sighed. It was the weekend, and he was WORKING. "Honey? I thought we agreed, no work on the weekend." "I have a profile to do," he answered without looking up. "Fox?" Oh, s--t, he thought. She only calls me Fox when she's pissed. "Yes?" Scully sighed. "Look at me." He did. "I'm pregnant." At first, he was frozen. He couldn't speak, and he certainly couldn't move. "What? Did you just say you were pregnant?" he whispered. She nodded. "I know this is sudden...and definitely unplanned. But I plan to keep this child, and Fox, I don't really care if don't want this child--" He nodded. Mulder got out of his chair, and kneeled in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach, and put his face into her stomach. "My baby," he murmured. One month later, Scully had a miscarriage. *********** Things between them had been pretty bad ever since Scully lost the baby. Everything just went crappy. They sometimes didn't speak for days at a time. Mulder almost always slept on the couch, and she didn't try to coax him upstairs. In other words, everything sucked. One morning they met in the bathroom. The night before they had a major blowout fight. He kissed her quickly on the cheek. "I'm sorry," he said. "Aren't you always?" she replied bitterly. Scully turned and left. For once, he followed her. "What the hell is that? We both argue, I apologize. And you're still pissed off with me. Damnit, Dana, say something." "F--k you, Fox." Then he slapped her. Once he did that, he retracted and looked like he had been the one who had been hit. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh s--t. Oh, my God, I'm sorry." Her hand was where he had slapped her. Her eyes widened as he approached her, and she ran down the stairs. He chased after her. "I'm sorry," he said again as she ran to her car. He went right to her. "Mulder, I'm leaving you. I told you one day I would leave. That day has come. I don't think I'm coming back. Good bye," she replied in a shaky voice. "Scully, I'll try to accept that. But don't drive crazy just because you're upset with me. I'll worry." "Who gives a f--k what you do?" Then she sped away, leaving him. He began to cry as he went inside. He had just lost the most important person in his life. Phoebe was a bitch, and he thought he'd never get over her. Scully helped. His sister was very important, but he had no recollection of what happened. That left Scully as the most important person in his life, and he just f----d it up. ********* Two Hours Later "Mr. Mulder?" "Yeah?" he answered tensely. He was trying to figure out what to do, and he was so upset, he wasn't thinking clearly. "Mr. Mulder, your wife--" "What happened?" "She's in critical condition, sir. Before she went into a coma, she said that you should be called." "Thank you," he sputtered. The nurse failed to mention to the already distraught man that she said she didn't want to see him. ******** The man lit up his cigarette. He looked down at the young redhead in the coma. Poor thing, he thought. What a shame. I feel sorry for her that we had to put her in a coma and give her amnesia, but hey, she interfered with the project. She messes with the grand scheme by being with Fox Mulder, she's gonna feel the heat. He saw her husband flying down the hallway. He heard Mulder before he entered the room. "Dana Scully, where is she?" he asked, breathlessly. The man nodded to the nurse, who let Mulder in. "Who are you?" Mulder asked quietly when he saw the man. "Oh God, Scully," he moaned when he saw her. He sat down on the bed, and laid his head on her chest. "Scully...Scully. Oh, I'm so sorry. I love you, come back to me," he sobbed, not even attempting to compose himself. He's a basket case, the man thought to himself. Bill Mulder, your son is a basket case. You should come right now and whoop his sorry ass. "Son?" he said, putting his hand on Mulder's shoulder. Mulder looked up, wiping tears from his eyes. "Yes?" "Come with me." Mulder eyed him carefully. "Who are you?" "I'm here to help you. Come with me." Mulder got up, and placed a small kiss on Scully's cheek. "I'll be back," he whispered. "I'll be right back." Hearing this, the man said sadly, "No. No you won't." That's when four men grabbed Mulder, and he lost consciousness. ******** "Dana? It's Mom and Dad. Wake up, Starbuck." Scully slowly opened her eyes. "Mom? Dad?" Bill Scully grinned. "Maggie, she's awake. Call Missy and Bill." Helping his daughter sit up, he kissed her on the forehead. "Starbuck, do you know where you are?" "Yes, I think so," she said quietly, and looked around. A hospital room. Tubes. Dad. Something was missing. "My baby girl," Maggie Scully murmured. She put her arms around her daughter, and kissed her hair. Something still was missing. Charlie and Missy Scully rushed into their sister's room and hugged her. Family. Everyone was there but Charlie, but he was at school. Something still was missing. ********** "Are you feeling better, Agent Mulder?" a perky blonde nurse asked. "I think so. What happened?" "Doctor's don't know, sir. You were found by police, all bruised and bloody. It was a miracle you survived." "Oh." "We've tried contacting your wife, sir, but she can't be reached." "Oh, I'm not married." "Are you okay, sir? You're married, her name is Dana Scully." He shook his head, even though the name sounded familiar. "No, you're mistaken." Something was missing. ********** "Okay, Ms. Scully, time for your meds." She sat up. "Okay." "So where is your gorgeous husband? I haven't seem him for awhile." Startled, she answered her. "I'm not married." The nurse smiled crookedly. "He came in here at top speed like a raving maniac. Yelling about his wife. He loves you very much, Miss. Fox Mulder, right?" She nodded her head, no. Why does that seem familiar? she thought. Something is missing. ******** Two Years Later "Agent Mulder is here to see you, sir," Section Chief Blevins' assistant chirped perkily. She looked up at Mulder. Poor thing, she thought. For two years, he seemed like he was missing something. Mulder walked in. "Agent Mulder, please sit down." He sat. "We're assigning you a partner, Mulder. You can work more efficiently with someone else there with you.." Mulder managed to tune out this bulls--t. He knew why he was getting a partner. Someone to debunk his work. Someone to tell him he was crazy. "..her name is Dana Scully.." This name somehow registered with him, yet he didn't know anyone named Dana Scully. Dana Scully? Why was this familiar? ********** A Week Later :::Knock, knock::: "Sorry, nobody down here but the FBI's most unwanted." Mulder's voice rang out. She opened the door and looked into his office. The smell of familiarity permeated her senses. This smell, sunflower seeds, a delicious aftershave, and something else, was so comforting...and familiar. Odd, she thought. A perfect floral scent attacked him wreaking of familiarity. It was pretty and feminine, but very unique. He turned around. A beautiful redhead started at him. She seemed vaguely familiar for some reason. Like some lover from a past life. "Agent Mulder, I'm Dana Scully. I've been assigned to work with you." Simultaneously, they both thought the same thought as they looked at each other. Something was right. THE END "Your love is better than ice cream.." --Sarah McLachan, "Ice Cream"