EMXC 1st Year fanfic- October 1, 1994 thru October 1, 1995 Archived: 10/01/95 ============================================================== 08/28/95 These characters are not mine. They belong to CC, 1013, FBC, and whoever else. This story is mine, although it was probably pieced together from all of the other stories I've read. Oh, well. Infringement was not intended, I'm sorry if I stepped on someone else's toes. Breakfast with Scully by IsBoBThere The day started out innocently enough. Mulder woke up from a dreamless sleep, on a couch. He was comfortable there. He looked up at the ceiling, expecting to count the same number of cracks that he did everyday. But there were no cracks. "Good morning, Mulder," a familiar voice said. Then he remembered. "Good morning, Scully." "Did you sleep well?" "Yes, I always sleep better on someone elseïs couch than on my own." What Mulder failed to tell Scully was that he always fell asleep faster, and slept for longer whenever she was near. Especially if he was in her apartment. "What would you like for breakfast?" Scully asked. On a whim, Mulder got up and walked to the kitchen. "Hey, Scully. How about I make breakfast for you, since I'm going to be staying here for a while. I might as well do something useful." Scully eyed him carefully and walked towards him. She placed a hand on his forehead. "Nope. No fever. Okay, what did you do with Mulder?" "Ha, ha. Very funny. I mean it. I really appreciate you taking me in while my apartment has a total redecoration." "All right," she said, still eying him carefully. "I've seen you try to cook before, though. It's not a pretty sight." "I'll be a good boy and watch the stove carefully," said Mulder, giving her his best little-boy smile. "I'll just go and take a shower," Scully patted him on the cheek and headed for the bathroom. X X X When Scully came out of the bathroom, she expected her senses to be assaulted with a smell of things burnt beyond recognition. What she got was something she did not expect. "Did you know you had pancake mix?" asked Mulder, as he saw her come out. "What?" "Pancake mix." "Oh, um...no, I didn't." "Oh, well, breakfast isn't quite ready yet. Why don't you go change, or something." Mulder turned back to the kitchen, not noticing Scully's bewildered look as she headed off to her bedroom. As she was dressing, a familiar scent wafted through the air. "Coffee," she said to herself. Coffee was always coffee to her. It always smelled the same, whether it came from the office or if she made it herself. This time, though, it was different. It smelled...better. Maybe it was because she didn't have to make it herself, or because it wasn't already there. Maybe it was because Mulder was making it. She pushed that last thought away, scolding herself for even thinking it. X X X Mulder was watching the drops of coffee drop into the pot, immersed in thought. When Scully had walked out of the bathroom with a robe on, it took all of his inner reserve to keep from gaping. He'd seen her in a robe before, but this time, something was different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but she looked more beautiful than he had ever seen her. he thought to himself. "Mulder?" Mulder jumped. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." "That's okay," he said, a smile on his lips as he turned around to face her...and nearly tripped on his feet. She was dressed casually in a pair of old jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt. Somehow, thought, Mulder found this even more alluring. "Are you okay, Mulder?" "Uh...yeah. My coordination's a little off this morning. Um...I need coffee," he said hastily. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks and was certain she could see him blush. he yelled at himself. "You're not the only one," Scully said, absently tucking a piece of her slightly damp auburn hair behind her ear. "So, what's for breakfast." "Um...pancakes, scrambled eggs, orange juice, and, of course, all the coffee you can drink," Mulder replied. "Ooh. I love scrambled eggs," she said, a girlish smile playing on her lips. "I do, too," he said. "Well, let's eat." They sat down at the already set table and began to dig in to the food Mulder had prepared. He watched Scully carefully as she buttered her pancakes, poured syrup on them, and tasted them. "Mmm. Mulder, these are good. I don't think I've tasted pancakes this good since...since my Mom used to make them," she exclaimed. "Oh. Thank you. I'm glad you're not placing me in front of your Mom, where pancakes are concerned. I'd hate for her to think she has competition." Scully laughed. "Where did you learn to cook? Like I said before, your other meals have turned into disaster." "Well, I just followed the instructions on the box and the pancakes turned out perfect. I should read instructions more often. As for the eggs, I found some simple instructions in one of the cookbooks you have lying about." "I have cookbooks?" she asked. "I guess your Mom brought them by some time ago." "I guess so." Talking about everything and nothing, their breakfast seemed to fly by. Before they knew it, all the pancakes were gone, and both plates were bone dry. Neither of them knew what to do just then. Mulder thought of how easy it would be to just sit here and lose himself in those oceans of blue. How easy to reach over and hold her hand. He started out of his reverie and chastised himself for that. "Uh...I'm going to go take a shower." "Okay," she said, clearly noticing the "in" and "out" of his attention span. "I'll start cleaning up the dishes." "It was a good breakfast, thanks again." "No problem, Scully." He smiled and headed off to the bathroom. X X X As Scully was washing the dishes, she couldn't help but marvel at how handsome Mulder was...making coffee. "Whoa, I've been spending *way* too much time with him," she whispered to herself. Her conscience, however, had other ideas. She tried to tell that voice to go away, but it wouldn't. She finished the dishes and went to turn on the CD player, hoping to drown out that nagging voice in the back of her head. It didn't work. Switching to the last song, she listened. The music was something light and relaxing, with a bit of an exotic flavor mixed in for good measure. Fox? When had it become Fox, and not Mulder? Scully closed her eyes to focus on the music, begging her conscience to be pushed out with all the other sounds. X X X Fox Mulder walked out of the bathroom to meet the soothing sounds of music. He leaned on the door frame and watched, as Scully sat on the couch, a look of peace on her features. On impulse, he decided what to do. He draped his towel over the back of a chair and stood just in front of Scully. "May I have this dance?" he asked, in a soft voice. "Wha-?" Scully jumped. "I said, 'May I have this dance'?" Without waiting for an answer, Mulder took his partner's hand and pulled her up to her feet. As if in a trance, Scully followed, unprotesting, just trusting. As they danced, Mulder could not help but be lost in her eyes. Scully stared into Mulder's eyes and was awestruck at how beautiful they were. She noticed a softening of his expression and a look in his eyes that she had never seen from him before. It frightened her, and she could no longer bare to stare into those pools of hazel. She lay her head on his shoulder, her cheek resting on his chest. She could feel him lowering his head, resting his chin on the crown of her head. Mulder was in heaven. To feel her cheek on his chest, to rest his chin on her head, to know that she could fell him, every time he breathed. If he could have held her that way forever, he would have, but he knew that would be impossible. The song had to end sometime, and it did. Scully pulled away from Mulder and gazed into his eyes. "That was...nice," she managed to say. "Nice," he echoed. Every warning bell in Scully's mind rang out at that moment. they said. She started to turn, but Mulder still had her hand, and pulled her back to him. In a moment he had no control over, Mulder pulled his partner to him, heard her gasp in surprise, and pressed his lips to hers. He was alternately scared, and exhilarated, but feeling ecstasy as he drank the flavor of her. Scully couldn't believe it, she was kissing Mulder. *Fox Mulder.* And it felt wonderful. She had never felt so...fulfilled, when kissing another man. Only *he* filled her soul. Only *he* touched her mind. she thought, Mulder pulled away, and gazed into Scully's eyes. "Dana, I love you." Scully was surprised. That wasn't exactly what she thought she would hear from him, but instantly, she knew what her reply would be. She had always known, but she never let herself realize it. "Fox," she said, "I love you, too." A look of sheer joy passed over his face, and he kissed her, again. They sank onto the couch and spent the rest of that day, together, exploring their feelings for each other. end.