Date: Wednesday, April 19, 2000 Title: "Birthday Wishes" Author: Kelly Paleczny E-mail: Seira413@aol.com, MagikalSpirits@hotmail.com Rating: PG-13 (for language) Category: Mulder Torture/Mulder POV Spoilers: none Keywords: Mulder torture/Mulder POV Summary: It's Mulder's birthday. Could Scully have forgotten? Disclaimer- Mulder and Scully are not mine they aren't making me a dime They belong to my God, Chris And Fox, the company of bliss Krycek does not belong to me But if he did, I'd be filled with glee Skinner and Flukie, don't forget Eve Alright, I'm done, and now I'll leave But just remember, morning glory they're not mine, now read the story Disclaimer poem by: Kelly Paleczny (Seira413@aol.com) Author's Comments: After reading The Barbecue Series by Susan Proto, I was inspired to write this fic. Enjoy! Comments, suggestions, and flames are welcome! "Birthday Wishes" Happy birthday to me. Yep, another one. Can you believe it, Scully? It's been six years and you probably didn't even know. That's okay, though. I really don't mind. The big 3 9. No, not big. This is not a big deal. I don't even care. Sitting here in the office, I'm glancing at these clippings and pictures wondering 'where the hell did I get them all?' Shit, I don't even remember and I'm the one that found them. Well, Scully, it's official. I'm an old man. Why aren't you here with me? Oh yeah, that's right. AD Skinner sent you on an errand. But that was nearly 6 hours ago. I shouldn't worry, right? I mean, you're a big girl. You can take care of yourself. My girl. I wish. I hear clanking heals striding down the hall. I pick up the newspaper, you know, just to make it look like I'm doing something. "Hey, Mulder," she says as she enters. I slowly look up from the paper. "Oh, hey Scully. What's up?" "Ummm, nothing much. We got a new case. It's up in Vermont, so we should get going," she says. "I'm right behind you," I say as I get my jacket and follow her out. I don't even think she has the slightest clue what today is. That kind of pisses me off in a way. I mean, we've worked together for nearly 7 years. I guess I shouldn't complain, though. I mean, I'm spending the day with the woman that I love. Yep, that's right folks. I love my Scully. Does she know that? Doubtful. Do I want her to? Yup. Am I ever going to get the guts to tell her? Doubtful. We've never really encouraged our feelings for each other. Don't know why, it just never came up, that's all. Stupid, isn't it? I feel so damn stupid that we've never said anything like that. I'm caught mid-thought when something comes to my attention. Scully is in the passenger seat of my car. You see, this would be the point where we both go to our apartments and gather some things we need for our trip. "Scully, what are you doing?" "I already have my stuff. It's in the trunk," Scully says so casually. "Oh, is that what took you so long?" "Yeah. Sorry 'bout that," she says. The whole ride is completely silent. I wonder what my Scully is thinking? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I get out of the car, and Scully follows me in my apartment. I have a puzzled look on my face now, and she catches it. "I have to use the washroom," she replies. Yah, right. I open the door to my apartment and there it is. "SURPRISE!" Everyone yells. Skinner, The Gunmen, old office pals, Scully's mother, Maggie. I turn back to Scully. The biggest grin she could ever produce was smacked upon her glowing face. "Happy birthday, Mulder. What, you didn't think that I would forget, did you?" "Well, yeah. I mean, I didn't even think you knew when my birthday was," I reply. OK, now I feel like a dumbass. Everybody went out of their way to do this. I feel so bad. "What's wrong, Mulder?" she asks. Her expression has changed. "Nothing," I say as Langly hands me a drink. "I love it, Scully. Thanks." I mingle, not that there's much room to do so. "So, no case, huh?" I ask Scully. "Nope. Why, did you want to chase faulty UFO sightings on your birthday instead?" "Naw, I'd rather be here with you." I subconsciously say. I said that out loud? Oh my God, she's blushing. You're a damn fool, Mulder. A damn fool. "Thank you, Mulder. That means a lot to me," she simply replies back. Phew. I must remember to think before I speak. My head starts spinning for some odd reason. That's odd, I think to myself. Maybe all of this just hit me too fast. Maybe I just need some fresh air. Maybe... As I go to stand up, my head just spins even worse, and now there's throbbing. The last think I remember is looking at Scully and hitting the floor.....hard. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wake up in a hospital bed. Scully is hovering over me. "Mulder, can you hear me?" "Scully? What happened?" I say groggily. "Mmmm.....I don't know. You tell me. What's the last thing you remember?" "I remember the party....and you....and I got really dizzy." "Dizzy, huh? Mulder, when's the last time you ate something?" I think for a moment. Shit, when *was* the last time I ate something? Um, I remember eating steak and eggs at Henry's on 8th street. But that was on the 11th when Mom took me out for brunch. Yup, that's the last meal I remember. "Two days ago....I think." "Mulder!" "I forget sometimes. I get too busy to remember everything, Scully. You know that." By this time, my party has completely moved itself in my room. Not that I mind, because I don't. Really. I'm serious. Ahhh, who am I kidding? I want to scream at the top of my lungs for everybody to get out and leave me and my Scully alone. And then I look over at Maggie Scully. She has so much love in her eyes, so much concern. How could I yell at the mother of my one true love? How could I even contemplate it? They bring food in for me. Not that it looks edible, but I just realize that I'm starving. "Don't eat too fast, remember you're stomach is empty. It'll hit you hard," Maggie warns. "OK," Scully says as she pushes everybody out the door. "Let the man eat in peace." She herself starts to walk out the door. "Nuh-uh, G-woman. You stay." She returns to her seat. As I shovel a spoonful of food in my mouth. "Try chewing," she says. I shake my head furiously. "You know, Mulder. You can't do this to yourself. It isn't healthy by anyone's standards." "I told you it was an accident. I've just been busy lately, that's all." That, and I can't stop thinking about how much I love you. Gee, I hope that wasn't out loud as well. "Well, they aren't keeping you here. So, enjoy the meal, then I'm taking you home." She says as she gets up. Damn, now I feel like a complete ass. "Scully, wait." Uhhh, did I say that out loud? I must have, because she just turned around. "Listen, I'm sorry for being a jerk and wrecking the party," I say solemnly. "Oh, Mulder. It's not your fault. You know that. Don't....blame yourself." She reassures me. Suddenly I am reminded of the Sarah McLachlan song, "I love you." I figure it's now or never. Wait, I also have the strangest feeling of déjà vu. I remember this scene: hospital bed, me professing my love to Scully. I also remember what follows. I think to myself this isn't such a good idea anymore. But if I don't say something soon, she'll walk away forever. Oh no, there she goes! She's getting up. Dammit Mulder, do something! "I love you!" I blurt out. I didn't.....did I? I did! What was I thinking? "Huh?" she says as she turns towards me. I sigh. "I've been an idiot, Scully. I love you more than words can describe. I don't know why I haven't been able to tell you before. I guess I just kept denying my feelings. But I'm sick of it. I'm sick of hiding my true feelings for you." Whoa. That was easier than I thought. Well, my work here is done.... Uh-oh. Tears stream down her face. I hurt my Scully. What have I done? "Oh....Fox," she says gently as she hugs me. Did she just call me....Fox? I shudder. Ew, I hate that name. But for some reason, coming from Scully it doesn't sound so bad. I bet I could get used to it. "I'm sorry, Dana. I truly am." I say, half whispered. "Don't be sorry, Fox. I'm not. I've felt the same way for a long time. But I'm glad you said something. I'm glad you spoke up," she says so lovingly. Wow, I can't believe this is happening to me. My Scully loves me back. Yay! I'm so happy! But wait....what happens now? I'm so confused. What if things change? Well, I know they'll change. But what if they change for the worse. I don't know if I can handle that. I just realize I have been incoherently mumbling my thoughts out loud as my Scully's lips gently brush against mine, apparently in an attempt to shut me up. I'd say it worked. It damn near took my breath away. I'm left speechless. So, here we are, Scully. The two of us to start a new life together. Happy birthday to me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE END! Free Web Hosting by FortuneCity