Title: Something Good
Author: Tess
E-mail: tnv099@aol.com	
Distribution: Sure, but I'd like to know where
Spoilers: Post Ep for Chimera
Rating: Probably a G but I'll say PG. When you've all recovered from 
the shock, please read on.
Content: Vignette - Mulder POV
Keywords: UST
Disclaimer: I don't even pretend to own any of the characters mentioned 
herein.  I've just always had an active imagination and the shows are 
never really long enough so I extend them in my own way. Please don't 
sue.
Summary: Mulder's trip home from Vermont


Something Good

Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past
There must have been a moment of good
For here you are standing there loving me
Whether or not you should
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good
Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something
Something good

   - The Sound of Music
     Rogers and Hammerstein


Something Good
By: Tess


Every time I think this trip can't possibly get any worse, it does.

Okay, I admit to myself, I *was* bored on that stakeout. Not that I'd 
ever admit as much to Scully. Still, although the work itself was dull, 
at least I was with her. Nothing like being trapped in small room, all 
alone with Scully as a captive audience to make my day.

The case Skinner presented to me was very interesting and under normal 
circumstances (said circumstances being Scully's presence on the case 
with me) I would have reveled in every moment of it. However, with 
several Mid-Atlantic States between us, I just wanted to wrap this up 
and get home as quickly as possible.

Leaving Phil standing outside of Ellen's cell at the psychiatric 
hospital, I couldn't put enough distance between the State of Vermont 
and me.

And as the plane sat for interminably long hours on the runway waiting 
for clearance to take off, I kept thinking back to what Ellen had said 
about making time for home and family. Something I'd always imagined 
there would be time for later. Waiting for my flight to take off, I 
wondered if that time has come and gone.

Apparently the rain is coming down in buckets in D.C. and we've been 
circling the airport for almost 30 minutes. Combined with the time we 
sat on the runway in Vermont, this flight is more than three hours 
late.

I just want to go home, I whine internally as I shift in my 
uncomfortable seat. I turn my attention once again to the report I've 
been working on, but toss it aside in exasperation. I can't concentrate.

Finally, the plane begins its final approach. Rain is sheeting against 
the windows as the plane screams across the tarmac, finally coming to 
a shuddering halt. Great, I think, staring morosely out of the window 
as I take a mental inventory of my suitcase. I'm pretty sure I don't 
have an umbrella.

"Bu-bye," the flight attendants chirp to departing passengers. "Have a 
nice evening."

I flash a wan smile as I step onto the walkway connecting the plane to 
the terminal. Yeah, it's been a thrill. Thanks for the peanuts.

The terminal is bustling with people. I squint at the overhead monitors 
trying to determine where the baggage claim is, when I hear my name 
being called. I turn around.

Scully.

She's leaning against a pillar and lifts her hand in a wave. I stop for 
a moment, staring at her. Her lips curve up in a tiny smile of greeting.  She's happy to see me, I think inanely.

When I told Ellen that I didn't have a significant other in the widely 
understood definition of that term, I meant that Scully and I weren't 
lovers. Yet. But she fits that definition in every other way.

She doesn't make a conventional home for me, but she is my shelter. My 
haven.

Every day I wonder what I ever did to warrant having her in my life. 
She always tells me that she is exactly where she wants to be.

I walk past the rapidly dispersing crowd and wrap my arms around her, 
pulling her tightly against me.

"Welcome home," she whispers.

One thing is certain; whatever I did to earn this - I must have done 
something good.


The End

More notes: I know it was short, but I've been looking for a story that 
would fit this song. I think this one fits the bill. But just because 
it's short, doesn't mean that I won't value your feedback. I will. 
Please?

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