From: dana_scully_mulders_protege@hotmail.com   
      
   Title: Everything   
      
   Author: Foxs_Dana   
      
   Email: dana_scully_mulders_protege@hotmail.com   
      
   Rating: NC-17(due to sexual content) If you can't handle   
   Mulder/Scully being intimate turn back now!   
      
   Category/keywords: Mulder and Scully Relationship/Shipper/Scully   
   POV/erotica   
      
   Spoilers: "All Things"(if any)   
      
   Dedication: To all the Mulder/Scully shippers out there, my best   
   friend and "sister" Jess and most importantly....to the   
   real "Mulder" in my life.....my husband. He will always be my   
   constant, my touchstone, my lover and my best friend. This fic was   
   inspired on October 29th of 2002 when we finally "found each other".   
      
   Summary: Just what did happen in Mulder's apartment that night after   
   Scully told him how her life had changed? Why did Scully choose that   
   second path?   
      
   Feedback: Please....I love it!   
      
   Archive: please ask and email   
      
   Disclaimer:  The characters of the X-Files do not belong to me but   
   are the property of Chris Carter, 20th Century Fox and 1013   
   Productions. Any similarities to the names or places of the   
   fictional aspects of this story are purely coincidental. The   
   song "Everything" was performed by the group Lifehouse and belongs   
   to them!   
      
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   As I drift off to sleep weary from my spiritual journey, his faint   
   words echo in my head:   
   "All the choices would then lead to this very moment.  One wrong   
   turn and we wouldn't be sitting here together. That says a lot. I   
   mean it's probably more than we should be getting into at this late   
   hour."   
        In my semi-conscious state, I can feel his hand as it touches   
   my hair, carefully brushing it away from my face.  My nose can   
   register the strong smell of his cologne as I feel his hot breath on   
   my neck. Is he going to kiss me? Is he going to make it clear for   
   the path I have chosen? I lay there anticipating his kiss. Waiting   
   to feel his strong lips upon mine that I have only felt once before.   
   When we both shared a brief moment to celebrate a New Year ahead for   
   us. But was it really that? Perhaps it was more to celebrate the   
   seven years that we had shared a special relationship. When all of   
   our emotions had been restrained leading up to that particular   
   moment in time. A single kiss to part the waters and begin to tear   
   down the barriers around us that had been up for so long.   
     I feel my heart beating faster as I wait to feel his touch. Feel   
   stirrings in me that I have never felt before. Find myself thinking   
   thoughts I haven't since I was a teenager. It's then that I feel   
   wool touch the skin on my neck. I feel the couch shift slightly, as   
   my body becomes warm from the blanket. Is he still going to kiss me?   
   I receive my answer as I feel the couch rise up, the weight taken   
   off of it. Where is he going? Is it something that I've done? Did I   
   say something to offend him? These questions plague my brain as my   
   tiredness begins to overcome me. I try desperately to fight it but   
   it's no use. It appears that I must sleep and share my resting-place   
   alone, yet again.   
     Some time later, my body decides it has received the rest it   
   desired and I slowly begin to awaken.  As my senses adjust to their   
   settings again, I pick up the faint smell of rose and jasmine. The   
   strong smells invigorate me, bringing me back to life. This can't be   
   right, can it? To smell such an odor in the apartment of one Fox   
   Mulder? It's then that I begin to wonder, am I still at his   
   apartment? I slowly open my eyes only to see darkness all around me.   
   As I adjust my eyes, I see the faint flicker of candlelight   
   illuminating the room. I see shadows being cast on the wall as they   
   shine their light. Perhaps I am in some temple in my mind? One of   
   the quiet places that I have gone to so many lonely times in my life?   
     I then look over and see the familiar fish tank with it's bluish-   
   green illuminating light.  A tank filled with the creatures that   
   have been his only companions for years.  For some strange reason,   
   they appear to be swimming differently then usual. Could they be   
   sensing the same thing that I am? My eyes then pick up the faint   
   trail of smoke coming from the side of the room. It's then that I   
   realize the scent is from incense burning in the corner.   
     I slowly rise up from the couch, now wanting to full-fill my   
   curiosity of what is happening around me. I look toward the window   
   and see a figure silhouetted against the moonlight. It's the same   
   figure that I just saw only hours ago.  He is turned away from me,   
   gazing outside into the night.   
     "Mulder?"   
     He turns around upon hearing me call his name. "Have a nice nap?"   
     I move over to the end of the couch. "Yes, I did."   
     "Good." He then begins to walk towards me. As I watch him, I   
   realize that there is something almost different about his step.   
   It's as if he is almost a different person.  He suddenly stops just   
   before the couch in front of the stereo. He pushes the play button   
   and then makes his way over towards me again.   
     It's then that I hear the piece. The piece that was playing in the   
   office just a few days ago on his boom box. At the time, when I   
   heard it, I simply ignored it. Thinking of it as just a reason for   
   Mulder to tune me out. To use it as a way for him to avoid   
   concentration.  So why is he playing it now? I study him carefully   
   as he stops just in front of me.   
   "Mulder? What…..What is going on here?"   
     "What do you mean?"   
     "Well, I mean the incense, the candles, the music?"   
     "You don't like it?"   
     "No, I do. It's just that….well I'm not really quite used to   
   this." I look up at him titling my head slightly. "What's happened   
   to you?"   
     "Do you remember when I was playing this a few days ago in the   
   office, Scully?"   
     "Yes. It was just before you informed me about our flying to   
   England to study crop circles. Why?"   
     "Did you ever question why I was playing it?"   
     "No. I guess I figured you were just trying to have something to   
   motivate you?"   
     He gives a smile. "Typical, Scully. Always choosing to find the   
   most rational explanation to a question. Not thinking that possibly   
   my motivation to listen to it might be something else."   
     "What is that?"   
     He reaches his hand down and touches the side of my face. "You."   
     I feel my skin tingling from his touch. I look into his eyes and   
   see something entirely different than I have before. I see   
   sincerity, compassion and something else I can't quite figure out.   
   "I….I don't understand."   
   "They say they are certain kinds of music that can mean different   
   things to people. Some that can remind them of something or someone.   
   That can motivate them to do something or inspire them." He bends   
   down to me till he is looking deep into my eyes.  "And in my case,   
   something that does all of them. "   
   As he stares at me, I find myself frozen, desperately fumbling for   
   words. "I…"   
   "Ssssssh." He whispers, placing a finger on my lips. "Don't say   
   anything. I've been working through this in my mind for weeks.   
   Waiting for just the right time to say what I'm feeling. And after   
      
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