From: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
      
   Title: Amore Cieco   
   Author: sitarra   
   email: bellydancergirl7@...   
   Distribution: All okay   
   Classification: S,R,H   
   Keywords: MSR   
   Rating: R   
   Spoilers: Goes throughout season 7 only but maybe a little into   
   season 8 only with a twist.   
   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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   primo tiratore   
      
   Scully stripped off her breast plate, her expression one of relief.   
   It was starting to  cut off her circulation. Mulder sat across from   
   her on a bench, admiring his armor instead of looking at it with   
   disdain like her. She just had to roll her eyes at that. He was such   
   a kid sometimes.   
      
   "One of these days, Mulder…"   
      
   He finally looked up at her. "'One of these days' what, Scully?"   
      
   She looked over at him. He looked good with the armor but he looked   
   even better without it. She shook her head to get rid of the images.   
   She was supposed to be mad at him.   
      
   "One of these days I'm not always going to be around to save your   
   sorry ass," she finished.   
      
   "Why not? You going somewhere?" He fiddled with his armor.   
      
   She gave an exasperated sigh. "No, I'm not. But Mulder, you have to   
   realize that there's not always going to be someone there to save   
   you. You can't always go running off. You'll get yourself killed one   
   day if you're not careful."   
      
   "Scully..." he started but she cut him off.   
      
   "No, Mulder. You have to understand this. You can't always run off to   
   save the day. You can't always risk your life to find the answers.   
   Sometimes you just have to sit back and let things play out."   
      
   She was pacing the floor now and from the look on her face, she was   
   angry. At him. That was never good. He thought back to a better time   
   where he knew she was happy.   
      
   It had been raining the whole day when he called her at three in the   
   afternoon. He'd been bored out of his mind. His spirits were   
   immediately lifted when she invited him over to help her finish   
   painting her bedroom. They'd gone to bed early that night. After   
   going two days without seeing her, he needed his Scully fix.   
      
   He could vividly recall waking up to her the next morning. There was   
   till a light rainfall outside. The windows were slightly open so he   
   could hear cars on the street below.   
      
   Scully was wrapped safely in his arms, her body curled into his. He   
   could still feel her warm breath on his bare chest. His fingers   
   danced along her spine, causing her to shiver occasionally and sink   
   further into him. One of her legs had slipped between his during the   
   night. He took those precious moments to admire her at her sweetest   
   time. She looked so peaceful and more beautiful to him than she ever   
   had before.   
      
   That moment had been priceless to him and it was all he could think   
   about while she paced and ranted at him now.   
      
   "… I don't want to get the phone call one day saying you're in the   
   hospital or dead at one of the morgues," she finished. Were those   
   tears he saw in her eyes?   
      
   A deep sigh expelled from his body as he stood. He took a few longs   
   strides to gather her in his arms.   
      
   "Shh, I'm not going anywhere. That's not going to happen," Mulder   
   tried to assure. "You're stuck with me for life."   
      
   "You don't know that, Mulder! You never know what's going to happen   
   with our job. Especially with all the people who would love to see us   
   dead."   
      
   "No, I don't but for some reason, I know you're gonna be there to dig   
   me out of whatever hole I've gotten myself into," he shared. She gave   
   no answer. She buried her face in his chest, her best attempt to   
   stifle her cries. It was only after a minute that he realized   
   something more was wrong.   
      
   "Hey, what's this?" He rubbed her back soothingly. "Why the tears?   
   What's wrong?"   
      
   She sniffled and pulled away to look at his face. "This is just so   
   new and I'd like to know what it feels like before it's suddenly   
   taken away from me."   
      
   His brow creased. "What? What are you talking about? I always do crap   
   like this."   
      
   "No, I mean this new level of us. The fact that there's actually   
   an `us.' I'd like to know how it feels for a change."   
      
   "You mean like if something happens to the other now, it feels like   
   there's so much more we have to lose?"   
      
   "Yes. Mulder, I've always hated when you do such stupid things but   
   now…"   
      
   He nodded to show he felt the same. He pulled her closer to him   
   again, cradling her closer.   
      
   They'd grown, if possible, even closer over the last few weeks. She'd   
   been his rock after his mom's death and finding out what had happened   
   to Samantha. She knew when he wanted to be left alone and when being   
   alone was the last thing on his mind. She knew to ignore him when he   
   tried to push her away.   
      
   He perked up when an idea popped in his head.   
      
   "Hey, how about we do something fun? Get away from everything."   
      
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   divertimento   
      
   "I have to say Mulder, you always manage to continue to surprise me,"   
   Scully said as she followed Mulder down the long flight of concrete   
   stairs of the baseball stadium.   
      
   "You say that like it's a bad thing, Scully. Like we've been married   
   fifty years and have nothing more to offer each other."   
      
   "It's not a bad thing. It's just surprising, that's all." She took   
   her seat next to his. "Like this. How'd you manage to get tickets   
   this good on such short notice?"   
      
   He smiled coyly at her. "I have my ways." She chose not to respond.   
      
   "This is you relaxation day," he told her, putting his arm around her   
   shoulders. "Don't worry about a thing. Just think about fun."   
      
   "Fun?"   
      
   "Fun. Enjoy America's favorite past time."   
      
   One hour later in the fourth inning, despite what she tried to tell   
   herself she was having. Seeing Mulder at ease put her at ease. It   
   wasn't often she got to see him in his element, relaxing and having   
   fun, but it was certainly a welcomed change.   
      
   She gladly settled into his  side despite the armrest and let him   
   tell her all he knew about the game, even if she did know some of it.   
      
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   desideroso   
      
   "And that's the end of the sixth inning," said the announcer.   
      
   Scully patter Mulder's thigh, gaining his attention. She excused   
   herself to the ladies room, which allowed Mulder to turn his   
   attention to his other surroundings besides the game and the woman   
   next to him.   
      
   He found the men re-applying the chalk to the baselines boring. The   
   practice hitters were kind of interesting. The mascot had his focus   
   for a little while while he entertained a group of fans. But what   
   really got his attention was the father and son sitting five rows in   
   front of him.   
      
   What he wouldn't give to be a father to a child of his own. It   
   wouldn't matter whether it was a boy or girl. As long as the baby   
   didn't have his nose he'd be happy. What did matter was the   
   parentage. If it wasn't his and Scully's baby, then he didn't want   
   it. It just wouldn't seem right.   
      
   But he could still wonder, right?   
      
   Would he make a good father? Would he turn out like his own father   
   and not give a damn about his family? Or would he turn out to be the   
   best father ever?   
      
   A deep sigh overcame him.   
      
      
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