Title: The Sequel
Author: Georgia
Email: Moonrock66@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: HAD, Requiem
Summary: An alternate take on Requiem.

Author's Notes: This is kind of a joke. I loved Requiem, but I 
still can't believe it happened. Makes me wonder how CC's going 
to backstep his way out of this one. It's not like they can just 
pretend she's not pregnant...
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He slid slowly under the warmed sheets, trying to distribute his 
weight against the sinking mattress. In the darkness of the 
unfamiliar room, he found her peaceful face, undisturbed in the 
moonlight beneath him. Sighing gently with relief, he was almost 
horizontal, ready to burrow his face into the heat of her back, 
the softness of her hair when she stirred.

"Mulder?"

She tried to turn, to sit up.

"Shh..." he soothed her, his hand grazing the hairs of her bare 
arm, the skin of his leg burning her knees as it pushed between 
them. "I couldn't sleep."

He felt her relax, settle back against him, her head tilting in 
invitation. 

"Mmmm," he replied, his lips nipping and smacking playfully at 
hers. "I like your cure for insomnia."

She smiled under his lips, his tongue pushing into the sweetness 
of her mouth, his knee sliding higher between her legs, 
shivering against the moan it brought when the warmth of his 
thigh met the bare, damp heat of its destination. 

Her shoulder pressed back hard against his, wanting to turn, to 
be pinned under him, and he let her win the battle, shifting so 
that her back hit the mattress, the upper half of his body 
covering hers. His lips fell to trace her neck, to lave her 
earlobe with his tongue. Gently, his hand forged a path between 
her breasts coming to rest lightly on her stomach. 

Pulsing with her shallow breathing, his fingers began stroking 
there, trying at first to stir the sensations he knew were 
building within. Then after a few moments, his touch turned, the 
passion losing focus to a circling curiosity, his fingers 
searching for signs of life.

She felt the change immediately.

"Mulder," she laughed through a sigh. "Don't."

His hand stopped, spread wide, covering her entire belly.

"Sorry, Scully," he raised his head to look at her. "What the 
hell was Federman thinking?"

Her fingers brushed through his hair.

"It was just a movie, Mulder."

"Yeah, a movie," he snorted, "where you ended up pregnant and I 
got abducted. It's an insult that's what it was."

Scully's entire body shook with a quiet laugh.

"Mulder, last time you couldn't take it because I ended up with 
Skinner. Now you're mad about the sequel...even though I'm 
pretty sure everybody got that it was your baby?"

Mulder pressed up on his elbow, shaking his head.

"Got it how?" he pouted. "From that on top of the covers 
cuddling scene or that touching 'I won't lose you speech'? Shit, 
I do better than that, don't I Scully?"

"I kind of liked it."

"Scully," he groaned.

"It was sweet," she argued. "Even without the sex, I felt how 
much they..." her voice trailed off before she quietly finished, 
"how much they loved each other."

He held still for a moment, eyes fixed firmly on the curtains 
across the room, hearing Scully finally breathe again when he 
bent to place a lingering kiss on her cheekbone.

"So you're saying you recognized it?" his throat rasped in 
uncertainty. "That is was true to character?"

Her eyes finally swept back to his, wide and clear, deeper than 
he ever remembered. He could never stop himself from telling her 
the million ways she made his life alive, worth living. But she 
held back, kissed him gently with love in her eyes. She'd rather 
show it than say it. He understood that. Still his heart turned 
over at her response.

"Yes."

So close. So close to actually hearing her say the words. 

"Me too," he whispered.

Years of love without the sex he added mentally, placing another 
slow, kiss on her mouth, inch by inch of their lips joining 
softly, eyes never closing, until they finally sealed the 
promise.

She curled into him then, making herself so small in his hold it 
felt like she was trying to crawl inside him. All the while 
Mulder's lips brushed whatever skin he could find, shoulders, 
neck, forehead with warm, breathy caresses, his hands smoothing 
her hair like a child's. He knew what she needed. He'd seen her 
initial reaction. A moment of pain and self-pity in the theater, 
covered as quickly as usual.

She wouldn't talk about it. He knew that too. They lay still 
breathing together for a few long moments. Then with a shiver, 
she surprised him.

"Wouldn't it be wonderful? If we could?" she whispered, her face 
still buried in his chest.

"Yes," he admitted, almost regretting the sadness in his voice. 
This was a subject they never discussed. He wasn't sure how to 
tell her the truth. "It would be," he finally managed. "But it 
could never be better than what we already have."

The way her hand slid up his chest and neck to cup his cheek, 
Mulder knew he'd said it right. 

"Thank you," he heard her whisper, his lips pressing into her 
palm.

He assumed that would be the end of it, closed his eyes thankful 
she'd revealed that much. He would never have anticipated her 
next question.

"What would you want?" she hesitated, "a son...or a daughter?"

He caught the way her voice shook on daughter.

On that Mulder sat up, pulling her with him, his hands sliding 
behind her ears to frame her face. "God, Scully. Either would be 
a miracle."

A bittersweet smile crept onto her face. A thoughtful smile he'd 
almost label joy. She crossed her legs, moving closer to him, 
their legs layered together in an intertwined Indian style. He'd 
thought sex was intimate, but he'd never felt closer to her than 
in this moment.

"A boy would be nice," he admitted. "Someone to throw a ball 
with, a chance to carry on the name and get it right. But a 
girl..." he trailed off, "she'd look like you."

At his words, Mulder saw Scully close her eyes against tears, 
her lip turning up in a fight with her emotions. After a moment, 
Scully's usual control won, her mouth spreading out into an 
ironic, but accepting smile. Eyes still closed, she pictured it, 
"Like me, but with your sense of humor and adventure."

"You'd bring another me into this world, Scully?" he joked.

She opened her eyes completely serious. 

"In a heartbeat."

His gaze wouldn't leave hers, the silent dreams, hopes, what ifs 
passing between them. But there was nothing left to say. It 
would never be. They both knew it. She nodded in acceptance, the 
moment between them understood, the pain and the desire finally 
shared.

Leaning forward, she gave him a quick good night kiss, and 
crawled over him to stretch out on her side of the bed. Taking 
the hint, Mulder pulled his pillow back into place and curled up 
against her.

In the stillness, she giggled the way something can only be 
funny in the middle of the night. 

"I guess we'll have to wait for part three to find out what 
we're having."

Mulder snorted. "Knowing Federman you'll have Skinner's baby and 
turn out to be my sister."

He could hear her smile, his hand stroking lightly against her 
stomach.

"I am in love with Assistant Director Skinner."

"Me too," he repeated as sleep finally took him.

end.
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Thanks to Marie for telling me when I'm crazy and when I'm not.

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