Feb 2001 Title: Reunited Author: Soleil Compeau Summary: What was the gift she was opening when the pizza came? Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance Rating: R Disclaimer: These stunt doubles have just reanacted what Mulder and Scully do between episodes. The true characters belong to Chris Carter, the Fox Network, and 1013 Productions. No copyright infringement is intended. Author's Notes: Oh come on, everybody's doing reunion fic! What, we should leave it in Mr. Carter's hands? Teresa, the scene at the end is for you! Warning: This fic is set late in Season 8, after Mulder's return, and therefore contains major spoilers. Those of you that don't want to know what will happen, READ NO FURTHER!!! Scully couldn't stop touching him. Her smile was wide and tremulous, actual tears of joy kept doubling her vision. Mulder seemed content to lay back in the hospital bed and gaze at her. He seemed completely awed by the sight of her large, rounded stomach. He was completely recovered. No taint of death remained on him. Mulder would probably laugh at her if he knew, but Scully still believed in miracles, even after all she had seen and done. It was said that God worked in mysterious ways. Who's to say He couldn't work His will through an X-file? Whatever the reason for Mulder's return to her, she was thankful. Today he was being discharged. She leaned towards him to speak and he anticipated her. "So Scully," he said ruefully. "Being dead for so long, I probably don't have an apartment anymore do I?" She shook her head no. "I had Skinner and the Gunmen move as much of your furniture as I could fit into my apartment. The rest is at my mom's. You can stay at my place for now. When you feel up to it, you can get another place." Mulder agreed. He didn't tell her he would be content to stay with her forever. Although it might be nice to have more room when the baby was born....He was overwhelmed again at the thought that Dana was having his baby. HIS baby. He had put it there. Mulder felt so good because HE was able to give her that gorgeous, plump look. ------------------- Mulder wandered around her apartment, noting how well his things fit in with her things. Scully lounged in a doorway with a cup of tea, just watching him settle back into her life. She felt such rare contentment she couldn't even speak. Mulder's path took him eventually to her bedroom door. He paused there for a long time, letting the memories wash over him. When his father was killed and Scully took care of him. When he comforted him after she killed Donnie Pfaster. The first time they made love in her bed. All of the times they had made love here. Scully quietly put her mug down and crept up behind him. Her tummy was so big and round now, she knew her arms wouldn't fit around his waist. She settled for stroking his back. Mulder turned slowly to face her. "Scully? Everything seems so strange to me. When I was taken, I was so scared you were sick again." He swallowed hard. "I was almost happy to be abducted. I thought you'd find a better life without me." "Oh Mulder," her tears scalded her cheeks, "did you really think I would just forget about you?" "I don't know," he mumbled, and now their arms did wrap tightly around each other and held fast. "Can't believe I'm here," he whispered. "Can't believe you're touching me, you're holding me. Scully, Scully, is this real?" Her lips brushed his damp cheeks, his forehead, his lips. Mulder went rigid with surprise. He cupped her head lightly in his hands and kissed her. His tongue licked hesitantly at her lips as if unsure of his welcome. She opened to him eagerly, wanting to reassure him that their connection had not been broken. It was deeper than ever before. The kiss was meant to be comforting, and it was, but somewhere in the middle it broke open and became raw need. Mulder's hands tightened in her hair and his mouth suckled at hers as if he could never get enough. Their tongues rolled and lapped together between their fused lips. Finally they separated for a moment. Scully rubbed her hands up and down his arms. "Mulder, Mulder, Mulder," she whispered to his chin. ------------------- "I came back and found you were pregnant. You're just.....it's true, you're absolutely glowing and you're so beautiful!" Then in typical Mulder fashion he added, "and so big!" Scully giggled, falling back into the doorframe. Mulder leaned against her, just hard enough to let her feel the length of his body. "Can we make love?" he said quietly into her ear. "Please?" She thought it was too soon. He had been through so much pain, she wasn't even sure he *could* make love. But they both needed the comfort some cuddling would provide. Together they walked to the bed and knelt on top of the bedspread. Mulder suddenly turned shy. "Come here," he motioned with his eyes cast down. He kissed her sweetly before peeling off his shirt, her sweater, and unhooking her maternity bra. His hands cupped her breasts and his fingers learned how they had changed. Scully was afraid to touch him, afraid he would draw back in horror at the memory of hard alien hands hurting him. She lightly pressed her hands to his chest. Lightly traced her finger down the fresh scar she found there. Mulder took her hands in his and pressed them to the little hollow right between his nipples. "Your touch heals me," he told her simply. Scully sucked in a breath at all that that implied. Would the tears never stop falling from her eyes? Oh, her poor, heavy, hormone-riddled body. She pulled off her jeans and socks herself. Mulder started laughing and she straightened indignantly. "Where did you get those?" he puffed out. She glanced down at her maternity bikinis slung under her expanded abdomen and across her hips. Shrugging self-consciously, she stepped out of them. When she looked up, Mulder was stretching out naked on her bed. He was sporting quite the impressive erection. When she crawled up next to him, he leaned over and kissed her gently on the navel. He let out a surprised yelp when a kick nearly caught him in the nose. Scully smiled like a madonna. "He knows his father." The look Mulder gave her was so tender, so full of love, it healed all those months she had suffered without him. In that moment, he returned fully to her. She lay down next to him a bit awkwardly. Mulder gestured over her prone form. "How do we do this?" he chuckled. "Don't you remember how Mulder?" Her voice could not be called demure when her hand was doing such wicked things to him. She pushed him to a laying down position, then straddled him. Mulder took hold of her hips to help her sink down onto him. "Oh God Dana," he gasped. "I'm home." Scully rode him slowly, eyes closed, as they found their old rhythm. A moan from him made her open her eyes. He was watching her and stroking her belly with soft erotic patterns over her skin. Mutually they decided to go faster. Scully used her extra weight to come down hard on him again and again. Mulder's back arched, his face wore that familiar, beautiful look of impending pleasure. She jerked and shuddered above him, moaning loudly. He threw his head back and cried out, "I love you, I love you, I love you!" as he came. ------------------- Days passed with no mention by either of them of apartment hunting. Mulder went back to work. It was desk duty at first, he would rejoin the X-Files division later. Mulder toyed with an idea he'd had recently, and spent much of his free time fleshing it out. He borrowed Scully's car and went shopping without her. Armed with wrapping paper and a gaudy pink bow, Mulder stopped at the florist to pick up the order he had placed earlier. The arrangement of Easter lilies and babies breath in a crystal vase was ready. Last stop, the bank where he kept his safety deposit box. A perky brunette named Monica showed him to the room where the steel boxes were kept, and gave him his key. Sitting at the small table, Mulder sorted through the documents of stocks and bonds. Setting them carefully aside, he lifted each piece of his mother's jewelery that he kept here, until he found the small black box. His mother's engagement ring was inside. It was a diamond surrounded by several small emeralds. He envisioned it on Scully's small white hand and trembled deep inside. Mulder wasn't sure what her ring size was but the band could always be resized. He wanted to get inscribed wedding bands also. "My Touchstone" for hers, and "My Constant" on his ring. Mulder went home. Home. I think of her place as home, he realized. I always have. Scully was taking a nap so he quickly wrapped her present. He was hungry and wandered into the kitchen to find something to eat. Scully surprised him by poking her adorable, rumpled bedhead around the refrigerator door. "Let's order pizza, I'm starved!" "A woman after my own heart. You order it and I'll pay. And....Scully?" "Yes?" "I have something for you," he whispered. Would she say yes? Would she even want him always around, in her space? She hadn't said anything yet about him moving out. Scully merely arched a brow at him, such a familiar, dear expression. "I want to talk......about some things." "Sure Mulder. We'll talk while we're eating okay?" She busied herself with the phone. They joked around a little while waiting for the pizza. Mulder couldn't wait, he gave her the gift. While she fiddled with it someone knocked on the door. "That's either the pizza, or a man in black wanting to do a brain suck," Mulder announced. He gave her a sly look when the open door revealed a young man in a Papa John's shirt and hat. Scully looked up from removing the ribbon. "Just give it to that guy with the funny look on his face," she called. Mulder chuckled and reached for his wallet. "Jeez Scully, what did you get on this thing? Feeding you is gonna break me!" The pizza guy just stared at Mulder. He turned laughing to Scully and saw her bent double. She at least appreciated his jokes. Suddenly he realized she was actually in pain. In slow motion horror he watched the gaily wrapped box fall from her hands. "Call 911!" he shouted as he launched himself towards her. ------------------- At the hospital, the nurses whisked Scully away as he frantically tried to give the head nurse the needed information. "Are you her husband?" she asked as he tried to follow Scully's gurney. "No-" he began, but the ER doors shut in his face. Not yet. I was going to propose. I had a speech all planned. I want to put a ring on her finger and buy a house with a big backyard for our miracle child to play in. Oh, I'm not her husband, but if she's willing I'll change that as soon as possible. I want her to be my wife. Hang in there Scully. Be well, please be well, and don't lose the baby. I love you sweetheart.