Reunited II

By: Tess

Email: TNV099@aol.com

Rated: PG-13, maybe a light R

Category: MSR

Spoilers: Post Biogenesis

Disclaimers. Not mine. Owners would be CC, Fox and 1013. Just my spin 

on how I'd like to see things start up next season.



Author's Notes: This is a sequel to a previous story of mine, titled, 

obviously, "Reunited". I never even considered writing a sequel, but I 

received so many requests for one that I felt obliged. Thanks so much 

to everyone who wrote to me with such lovely feedback on "Reunited". 

Hope I don't disappoint with this one.  



Reunited II

by:  Tess



Mulder was lying on the sofa in his apartment, reams of computer 

printouts scattered around him. Sighing tiredly, he dropped the 

printout he was currently studying to the floor. Taking off his 

glasses, he tossed them onto the coffee table and rubbed the heels of 

his hands against his aching eyes. Sighing again he reached out to 

grab another printout before letting his hand fall back to his side. It 

was difficult to concentrate on the data contained on the printouts. 

Instead, his mind kept drifting back to the events that had happened on 

the day he was released from the psychiatric ward of the hospital. The 

Lone Gunmen had picked him up from the hospital and had taken him to a 

motel. The motel where Scully had been waiting for him.



**********



Two months earlier...



They kissed for endless minutes - frantic, exploring kisses; wet kisses; 

soft, gentle reassuring kisses; playful, nipping, passionate kisses. 

Finally, Mulder pulled away from Scully's clinging lips and slid down 

her body, resting his head on her stomach. They concentrated for a 

couple of minutes on filling their starved lungs with air.



Scully was running her fingers rhythmically through Mulder's hair when 

she spoke.



"Mulder, I found it. The proof you've been looking for."



"I know."



"We have to leave soon if we are going to get back there before 

something happens to it."



"I know."



"Oh God, Mulder, it's so much more than I ever..."



"I know."



"Mulder, I'm scared."



"I know, me too."



They lay there silently for a long minute and then,



"Scully, I love you."



"I know. Me too."



**********

Present day...



Mulder sat up, running his hand across the aching muscles in his neck.  

That had been two months ago, he remembered, and there had been no time 

since then for them to be that close again.



They had left the motel several hours later and headed for the airport.  

Scully told him about the plans she had made with the Gunmens' help.  

She and Mulder had long ago had passports and other identification made 

under false names and she had asked the guys to book them on a flight 

to Africa using the false identities. The Gunmen would follow in a 

couple of days bringing as much portable computer equipment as they 

could manage. Scully had been in contact with several scientists that 

she felt she could trust as well as a number of experts in the fields 

of the study of extra-terrestrials and UFOs that Mulder had consulted 

with over the years. They had all made arrangements to meet Mulder and 

Scully at the site of the alien artifact as quickly as possible. They 

knew that they had to work fast before they were discovered. Although 

Mulder and Scully knew that many members of the consortium had died at 

El Rico Airbase, they had no way of knowing how many, if any, had 

survived. CGB Spender had not been seen since that night, but autopsies 

of the charred remains of the bodies found seemed to indicate that he 

had escaped.  



They had worked feverishly with their teams to document their findings.  

They tested and analyzed the alien artifact and within a matter of weeks 

came to the realization that the craft, or whatever it was, was not of 

earthly origin. It was decided that the best way to protect their 

findings, the best way to insure that the governments would not be able 

to bury it or cover it up, was to go public with the news of their 

preliminary findings. Two members of the teams whose opinions were 

held in high esteem and who were deemed to have the most credibility, 

were dispatched back to the United States to alert the press to their 

findings. Within days the site was swarming with international press, 

all of them taking pictures, videos, and notes of the precise location 

of the craft and sending the information out worldwide. Mulder and 

Scully were as satisfied as they could be that they had taken every 

possible measure to protect their findings from coverup or 

disappearance, as well as protecting themselves. Their names and 

pictures were splashed across international news broadcasts, newspapers

and magazines. They hoped that their newfound fame would protect them 

from anything untoward happening to either of them. Quite frankly, they 

were now too famous to simply disappear.



They had been back home for a little over two weeks now, leaving the 

bulk of the team behind to continue testing and analyzing the artifact. 

Mulder and Scully, along with several other members of their team, had 

been called back to Washington, D.C. to appear before and present their 

findings to an international committee which had been hastily assembled.



They had not seen each other in the two weeks since their return, 

however, they had spoken on the telephone almost every day. Last night 

Mulder had detected an odd note of despair in her voice.  



"Scully, what's wrong?" he had asked.



"Nothing, Mulder. I'm fine."



Mulder had drawn a quick breath at this most hated of responses and 

Scully moved quickly to forstall his reply.



"Really, Mulder, I *am* fine. Just tired. And I miss you."



Mulder had let it go at that. They had spoken for a few more minutes.  

Now Mulder replayed that conversation over in his head.  



Tomorrow they would present their findings to the committee.



Tonight...well tonight, he was going to see her.



**************

Several hours later...



Mulder parked outside of her apartment building. Glancing up at her 

windows he could see a light burning softly in the living room. Making 

his way to her door, he knocked quietly. When she didn't answer, he 

knocked again a little more insistently. Finally he dug his keys out 

of his pocket and let himself in.



Her laptop glowed a soft blue on her coffee table and there were notes 

and papers scattered across the sofa and the floor. There was no sign 

of Scully.



Making his way further into the apartment, he crept to her bedroom door.  

He found her collapsed on top of the covers wearing a pair of denim 

shorts and a tank top.



Easing down on the mattress next to her, he brushed the hair away from 

her face with gentle fingers. He noted the shadows beneath her eyes, 

lending credence to her claim of being tired. Then he saw the tracks of 

tears left behind on her cheeks, her hair still damp along the temples 

where her tears had soaked it.



Scully sighed at his touch and rolled onto her back. He leaned over her 

and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.



"Scully, wake up. It's me."



"Hmmm??? Mulder??" She struggled to sit up.



"Hey," he smiled gently.



"Hi. What time is it?" She rubbed her knuckles against her eyes.



"It's almost 11:00. I'm sorry I woke you, but I needed to see you."



She started to push herself out of bed. "Yeah, I guess we should go 

over our notes one more time before tomorrow."



Mulder grasped her wrist in his strong hand and tugged her back to the 

bed.



"I said I needed to see you tonight. I didn't say anything about 

needing to go over our notes."



"Mulder..."



"Wanna tell me what this is all about?" he asked, sweeping his fingers 

over the tear tracks on her cheeks.



She looked at him, preparing to brush off his concern, but when she met 

his eyes, she couldn't. Not after everything they had been through 

together.



Her breath hitched and a shudder racked her small frame. She turned her 

head toward him and he slid down so that he was lying next to her, his 

head sharing her pillow, his face turned toward her.



"Tell me, Scully, please," he implored.



Her words were halting. "I--I...Mulder, you know that while I have 

often doubted what you believed, I have always believed in you. And 

somewhere along the way, I wanted to help you prove that what you 

believed was true, even though I was afraid of it. And then...then 

there it was. Proof. Oh Mulder, I wanted to help you prove your Truths.  

I just never expected it to be at the cost of my own Truth."



"What do you mean? I'm not following you Scully."



"Oh, just that, even though I never really let myself consciously 

believe in alien life, subconsciously, I was beginning to believe in 

the possibility more and more. I was so afraid of it, but I wanted to 

be there with you when you were finally able to blow the lid off of 

the conspiracies and shout to the world everything you knew to be true.  

I wanted to use my science to help prove what you had believed all 

along on gut instinct and faith alone. I just...I just..."  



She broke down weeping again.



"I just never expected to be the woman who used her science to prove t

hat God is a hoax!"



"I went to see my mother the day after we got back," she continued. 

"She had been watching the news and reading the papers. Mulder, she 

was, she was... at first she just looked at me like I had lost my 

mind." At this Scully glanced at him ruefully. "Guess you know what 

that's like." He smiled in response.



"Then she began to cry. And then she grew angry. She told me that if 

I believed everything that I had just told her, that I was turning my 

back on her and my father. On everything they stood for, everything 

they believed, everything they had ever taught me, everything that 

made them who they were. She demanded that I take it back. When I 

told her I couldn't, she began to scream at me, telling me to get out 

of her house. I've tried calling her, but she won't take my calls, 

she refuses to talk to me. I know she's frightened by what we've 

found but I...I..really need her now!"



Scully began to sob again. Mulder let her cry until she had exhausted 

herself. She fell into an uneasy sleep against his chest. Mulder 

settled back against the pillows, hugging this woman whom he loved 

more than anything to him, wondering how much more she was expected to 

withstand.



Scully awoke from a fitful sleep several hours later to find herself 

sprawled across Mulder's chest. She lay quietly for a moment or two, 

troubled thoughts swirling around her head. She eased herself off of 

Mulder and quietly opened the drawer of the nightstand, rummaging about 

for a few seconds, looking for something. Finally she slid the drawer 

closed, her prize clutched in the fist she held close to her chest. She 

lay back down to find Mulder propped up on one elbow, his eyes squinting 

against the intrusion of the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand.



"What time is it?" 



"A little after 2:00. Go back to sleep." Scully extended an arm to 

extinguish the lamp, but Mulder reached out to stop her.



"Whatcha got there?" He nodded toward the fist she continued to press 

against her breasts.



Scully slowly uncurled her fingers to reveal a delicate rosary.



"It was my grandmother's. She gave it to me on my First Communion. 

I've had it ever since although I haven't prayed with it since I was a 

young girl. Still, I've always had it with me..." Her voice trailed off 

and she shrugged, at a loss to explain the significance of the rosary 

to her.



Mulder extended a gentle finger and swirled the tiny beads around in 

Scully's palm. Then he reached up to finger the cross that lay in the 

hollow of her throat.



"It's a tangible expression of your faith." He carefully lifted the 

rosary from her hand and began to examine it curiously.



Scully settled closer to him, watching as he studied the image on the 

crucifix and fingered the beads.



"We're an odd pair, don't you think?" he mused.



"Why do you say that?"



"Well you have such a strong faith in your God, yet you can't see Him 

or hear Him, or touch Him. You rely on faith and you use rosaries and 

crosses and churches to make Him more tangible to you. But none of 

these things prove His existence. You just believe. Yet it wasn't 

until you had tangible, scientific proof that you were able to accept 

the idea of the existence of alien life."



She continued to watch him gravely, waiting for him to continue.



"And I, well I have always been ready, willing and able to believe in 

little green men.."



"Little *gray* men," Scully corrected solemnly.



"Little *gray* men," he acknowledged with a tiny smile. "But for me, 

the concept of God has long been so foreign, so unbelievable."



"You're lucky," she murmured wistfully. "You have your proof."



He leaned over her and brushed the hair back from her face. Tears 

shimmered in her eyes again and her mouth trembled with suppressed sobs.  Mulder lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.  He rubbed his lips over hers until she opened to him.  He slid his tongue teasingly across her lower lip then sucked lightly on her tongue, drawing it into his own mouth.  She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his neck, arching her body into his.  After several minutes he drew back.  He stared at her for a moment and then pressed a kiss to the cross around her neck.  He lifted her hand and poured the rosary back into her palm, then curled her fingers around it.  He reached out to extinguish the lamp.  He eased her onto her side and then curled protectively around her.  Scully pressed her fist between her breasts, relaxing into Mulder's embrace as she drifted off to sleep.



Morning arrived quickly and they had no further time to continue their 

discussion of the previous evening. Scully sent Mulder home to change. 

She promised to meet him at his apartment so that they could drive to 

the hearing together. He left reluctantly after brushing her lips with 

his own and wringing a brave smile and nod from her.



**********

Later that day

International Committee Hearings



Mulder and Scully sat next to each other at a table filled with their 

research notes, microphones in front of each of them. The other members 

of their team sat behind them. They would be called before the 

committee at a later date.  



Mulder and Scully had been answering questions for the better part of 

seven hours and were exhausted. Unfortunately, the committee members 

seemed energized by the television cameras and were showing no signs 

of bring the hearing to a close for the day.



Finally after a grueling eleven hour session, the chairperson called 

the hearings to a close. Mulder and Scully were advised to make 

themselves available for further questions later in the week.



They gathered their notes and began to head out of the building. 

Instantly they were surrounded by a crush of reporters. There were 

seemingly no security personnel about and the reporters swarmed them, 

shouting questions. Mulder wrapped a protective arm around his 

diminutive partner and tried to push his way to the door.



Intent only on escaping, they ignored the questions fired at them until 

one question penetrated the frenzy surrounding them.



"Agent Scully! What do you hope to gain in stealing God from a world 

that desperately needs Him?"



Scully gasped and stumbled to a halt. She searched the mob of faces 

before her. Suddenly the crowd of reporters parted and her accuser 

stepped forward. His eyes were wild and fiery. Around his neck he wore 

a heavy silver cross; in his hand he clutched a bible.



"You blaspheme and will burn in the fires of hell for eternity for 

what you have done here today," he thundered at her.



Stepping closer he eyed the cross that she wore around her neck. 

Reaching out with trembling fingers, he snatched the necklace from her 

neck and shook it in her face.



"How dare you come here today wearing this symbol of faith! You are a 

daughter of Satan and..."



Enraged at seeing the tiny gold cross torn from Scully, Mulder stepped 

forward and wrapped his hand around the man's throat in a chokehold.  

He reached out with the other hand and snatched the cross back. 

Clutching it tightly with one hand, he stepped back to Scully's side. 

The reporters were in a frenzy now, shouting and screaming at Mulder 

and Scully while the man continued to fling wild accusations and 

hateful words at Scully. Scully stood her ground, trying to hide her 

fright and anger, trying to stop her body from trembling. Mulder could 

feel every vibration as he pressed her more protectively against his 

side.



Mulder held up his hand to speak and the reporters quickly grew quiet. 

They thrust their microphones even closer, afraid to miss a word.



"I have long believed in the existence of aliens. However, for just as 

long a time, I have had difficulty believing in God. My sister was 

stolen from my family when we were children and from that time on, I 

questioned the existence of a God who would allow such tragic things 

to happen."



"Agent Scully is the most skeptical person I have ever met. She refused 

to admit to the possibility of alien life until she held the proof in 

her hands. But she has kept her faith in God through more tests, more 

personal losses than any of you can ever imagine."



Mulder tightened his arm around Scully's shoulders and smiled down at 

her. Looking up again, he stared first at the crowd of reporters and 

then at the man who was accusing her.



"You claim to be a man of God. Is your faith so lacking that this 

revelation can shake it so? Why does the existence of aliens have to 

negate the presence of God?"



His eyes swept disdainfully over the crowd before him.



"Why are you all so arrogant to believe that life began on Earth? Is 

it impossible to believe that God could have created life on another 

planet, in another universe?"



He looked down at the cross that he held clutched in his hand for a 

moment and then back up into the cameras. He spoke softly, intent on 

reaching the millions of people he knew to be watching.  



"If your faith is so tenuous that it cannot withstand this discovery, 

then perhaps you never truly believed in the first place. Agent Scully 

has not 'stolen' God from you. You willingly sacrificed your faith in 

Him at the first test."



Mulder fastened the cross around her neck again and motioned to the 

security guards now present. They surrounded the agents, helping them 

push their way clear of the now silent crowd.



Several hours later

Scully's Apartment

*********************



Mulder and Scully were lying on her bed as Mulder flipped from one news 

broadcast to the next watching the coverage of the committee meetings 

and of their subsequent confrontation with the press. Finally he turned 

the television off and tossed the remote onto the floor next to the bed.



"My hero," Scully whispered as she wrapped her arms around him, drawing 

his face down to hers. Their lips brushed and clung for a sweet moment 

before they were jarred apart by the ringing of the telephone.



"Let the machine get it," he pleaded as he pressed his lips to the soft 

underside of her jaw.  



"Mmmm," she replied and tilted her head to the side to allow him better 

access to her throat.



He froze, his lips pressed to her neck as Margaret Scully's quivering 

voice invaded the room.



"Dana, if you are home, please, please pick up the phone."



Scully stared at the receiver, unable to move.



"Dana, I'm so sorry. I know you are angry with me and you have every 

right, but please... I just need to speak with you." Maggie's voice 

was pleading.



"Scully?" Mulder nudged her, but she remained fixed in place.



Sighing he reached across her still form and lifted the receiver to 

his ear.



"Mrs. Scully, it's Fox."



"Oh, Fox, is she there, will she speak with me?"



"Hold on a minute, I'll get her."



He placed his hand over the mouthpiece and held the phone out to Scully.



"She needs you to forgive her," he whispered.



Scully raised wide, blue, frightened eyes to his solemn, hazel ones. She 

nodded once and drew a deep breath before reaching out for the receiver.



"Mom?"



Mulder lay back listening to her side of the conversation, hoping that 

in this at least, Scully would be able to find peace.



"I know Mom."



"Yes, I was frightened too."



"It's okay Mom, I know you didn't mean it."



"Mom, please, stop crying."



"Yes, we'll talk tomorrow.  I love you too."



"Goodnight."



Scully replaced the receiver in its cradle and turned back to Mulder.



"She wants us to come over for dinner tomorrow night."



"Mmmm, finally a decent meal."



Scully slapped at his arm lightly before climbing onto him, straddling 

his hips.  



"Now," she asked. "Where were we?"



"Right here," he replied, drawing her close for a kiss.



"Oh yeah," she whispered before slanting her mouth over his.



She fisted her hands in his hair, holding him still as she deepened the

kiss. Panting, she lifted her head and then lowered herself to him again. 

They fed on each other's mouths, nibbling and biting, sucking and 

licking. Their hands were busy, divesting themselves of their clothes 

and exploring each other's bodies. Scully raised herself onto her knees 

and staring deeply into his eyes, she captured his body within her own. 

She braced her hands on either side of his head and her necklace swung 

forward into his face. He lifted his head slightly and caught the tiny 

charm with his lips for a moment before letting it swing free again.  



They began to move together, softly, leisurely seeking satisfaction. 

Scully opened her eyes to find him staring at her. She smiled and 

glanced down to where they were joined.



"Maybe this is my proof," she gasped.



"Proof?"



Biting her lip on a groan of pleasure, she tried to explain.



"Look at us. Look at this. This is so beautiful. We are so beautiful 

together. I love you and you love me back. It's a miracle. Maybe that's 

it. Maybe loving you is all the proof I'll ever get. Maybe you loving 

me it's all the proof I'll ever need.



She moaned as a wave of pleasure swept over her and seconds later he 

cried out as his body surged into hers. Scully collapsed onto his chest 

as they slowly came back to reality.



Mulder pressed his lips to her sweaty temple and shifted his hips under 

hers. She groaned and they smiled as tiny tremors of pleasure pulsed 

through their bodies. He reached out and drew the sheets over their 

damp bodies, tangling the fingers of one hand into her hair, anchoring 

her to him before speaking.



"Well, you've made a believer out of me."



The End



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