From: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
      
   Title: Amore Cieco   
   Author: sitarra   
   email: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
   Distribution: All okay   
   Classification: S,R,H   
   Keywords: MSR   
   Rating: R   
   Spoilers: This one focuses on Requiem but in my world there's no   
   abduction and there never will be.   
   Summary: MSR   
   Disclaimer: I own nothing.   
   A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.   
   Progress: WIP   
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   La profezia diventa realtà   
      
   Mulder grumbled all the way to the restaurant. Scully continued to   
   ignore him.   
      
   "Do I have to be here? Shouldn't this be just your family time?"   
      
   "Mulder, mom specifically said you were to be here. She considers you   
   family and so do I. You'll have to tell her yourself if you want to   
   leave," she told him, knowing he could never turn down her mom.   
      
   "You play dirty, Scully. It's enough torture knowing Bill will be   
   here."   
      
   "Suck it up, Mulder." She spotted her brother's tall frame near the   
   back of the restaurant. She squeezed Mulder's hand and dragged him   
   off the table.   
      
   Bill was the first to see the couple. His eyes narrowed at the sight   
   of their clasped hands.   
      
   Maggie put a hand on her son's arm. "Be nice, Bill. You're going to   
   have to get rid of your hatred for Fox. He's in your sister's life   
   permanently," she advised, getting up to welcome the smiling couple.   
   But she knew Fox's smile was only show.   
      
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   vertignosi   
      
   `An hour down, who knows how long to go,' Mulder thought, subtly   
   glancing at his watch while he played with the bottom of his glass.   
   He left the majority of the talking to Scully, only talking when   
   questions pertained to him. So far, Bill had been civilized, hardly   
   acknowledging Mulder let alone talking to him. That was more than   
   fine with him.   
      
   "Is Charlie coming for Memorial Day weekend?" Scully asked her mom,   
   watching Mulder out of the corner of her eye.   
      
   "As far as I know. All of your cousins are coming too."   
      
   "That's good. It didn't feel right without them last year."   
      
   "You guys celebrate Memorial Day?" Mulder spoke up. Scully turned her   
   full attention to him.   
      
   "Well, now it's more of an excuse to get the family together." He   
   just nodded and prayed he wasn't included. Especially after the look   
   Bill gave him.   
      
   Ten minutes later he was praising any and all gods that dinner was   
   over. He would have been fine if it was just Mrs. Scully but when   
   Bill was included, it put a big damper of his night.   
      
   `Maybe I can convince Scully to give me a back rub.'   
      
   Mulder was the first to stand. He was also the first to notice Scully   
   waver as she stood.   
      
   "Dana, are you all right?" her mother asked worriedly.   
      
   But Scully brushed it off. "I'm fine. I just stood up too fast."   
      
   Maggie eyed her daughter suspiciously but seemed to accept it. Mulder   
   made sure to keep an arm on her back. Something told Maggie something   
   big was about to happen.   
      
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   preoccupanti   
      
   "There is never anything good on on a Sunday," Mulder declared,   
   turning off the TV. It was ten o'clock and he was bored out of his   
   mind. He'd bother Scully but she'd threatened bodily harm if he did.   
      
   Sighing deeply he moved off the couch. He hesitantly made his way to   
   the kitchen. Scully was fully absorbed in her reports for work.   
      
   He loosely wrapped his arms around her shoulders, causing her to   
   pausing mid sentence.   
      
   He kissed her cheek. "I'm going to take a shower. I'm bored out of my   
   mind."   
      
   "Okay; I'll be in shortly. I'm almost done." He gave her another kiss   
   before moving to the bedroom.   
      
   He took his time showering; there was no need to hurry. His mind   
   drifted to Scully. She'd been getting dizzy spells ever since that   
   Thursday night when they had dinner with her mom. It was actually   
   starting to scare him but every time she brushed it aside, telling   
   him there was no need to worry. If it happened one more time, he was   
   going to have to play his cards. He never did like it when she was   
   sick, not even a cold.   
      
   He was pleased to see a half hour had gone by when he got out. He   
   took his time toweling him and his hair dry, smiling to himself when   
   he passed the small scratches she had branded him with last night. It   
   certainly wasn't the first time and it wasn't going to be the last.   
      
   He wrapped the towel around his waist and moved to the bedroom. He   
   glanced back to the kitchen, seeing Scully still at work. He quickly   
   put on blue checkered flannel pajama pants and a blue T-shirt. He   
   didn't bother to turn any other lights on, leaving only a bedside   
   lamp on.   
      
   He slipped under the covers, his body falling to the mattress in   
   relief. His muscles ached in protest for a few minutes, a grimace   
   coming to his face. He released a long breath after the pain left and   
   rested deeper into the mattress.   
      
   He must've blanked out because the next thing he felt was the bed   
   dipping to announce another presence.   
      
   Scully cuddled up next to him, molding her frame to his. He   
   recognized the action as distress. She never held him that tight. He   
   put his arm around her, rubbing her back gently.   
      
   "Hey, what's wrong?" He took her hand in his, almost pulling back   
   when he felt how cold it was. "You're freezing cold."   
      
   "I can't get warm," she told him, pressing her body firmly against   
   his.   
      
   "You want one my sweatshirts?" he offered. She nodded and released   
   him long enough to retrieve one.   
      
   He opened a drawer and looked back at her. "You comfortable in what   
   you have one or do you want me to get you something else?"   
      
   "I'm comfortable. Just the sweatshirt."   
      
   He picked his biggest and baggiest sweatshirt, mostly because it was   
   the warmest but also because she was extremely attached to it.   
      
   He slipped it over her head, noticing the way her body shook. He   
   settled her under the covers and turned off the lamp before wrapping   
   his arms around her.   
      
   "Thank you," she muttered into his chest. Her hands clutched at his   
   shirt, her shaking subsiding.   
      
   "Feeling warmer?"   
      
   "Much."   
      
   He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Scully, I want you to see a   
   doctor."   
      
   "Mulder…"   
      
   "Don't argue with me, Scully. You've been this way for a week now.   
   It's scaring me. You're seeing a doctor, even if I have to drag you   
   there myself," he threatened.   
      
    She was quiet for a moment and he figured she was going to protest   
   but what came out of her mouth instead surprised him.   
      
   "Okay, I'll call first thing tomorrow morning."   
      
   "Would you mind if I came with you?"   
      
   She surprised him again when she laughed. "No, I wouldn't mind. I'd   
   probably feel better if you were with me."   
      
   "Good, now let's get some sleep. I have a feeling it's going to be a   
   long day tomorrow."   
      
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   nervosi   
      
   Scully fiddled with Mulder's fingers as she waited to hear her mane   
   called. They'd been lucky in getting an appointment so early but now   
   her nerves were at an all time high. She hadn't even been examined   
   yet and she was already nervous about what the doctor was going to   
   say.   
      
   "Relax, Scully," Mulder murmured next to her. "It'll be fine."   
      
   "Then why am I so nervous?"   
      
   "It's a doctor's office. Everyone's nervous in a doctor's office."   
      
      
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