Fight the future, Dana part 1of ?

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Title: Fight the future, Dana
Author: Iana
Rating: MSR, NC-17 for bad language and sex association
Spoilers: The movie (of course).
Summary: Oh, i don't know. Read the story.
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Archive: Gossamer, please. The others, go ahead, just let my name and e-mail, kay?
Disclaimer: NO, they don't belong to me. YES, they belong to CC and Fox and all the people that were nice enough to give them to us. YES, I borrow them without permission. NO, please don't sue me, i don't have any money. YES, I'm doing this for fun and NO, I'm not getting any money with it. Is that all?

Well, this came up when I was watching the movie for the sixth time. I read an increadible storie about the movie, where M and S were married and Dana was pregnant. I liked it very much, and that story combined with my sick little mind and a lot of Dallas and 'kisses' and romance, turned into this piece of smut. Hope you all like it and enjoy. I'm sorry about any spelling and gramatical problems, english is not my home language and It's 3 Am and my eyes are closing already, so......oh, one more thing, this is MSR, so if you're an anti-shipper, or don't like the idea of Mulder and Scully naked on a bed, back of now, please. Don't come crying to me if you take the chance. :)

Those were the most horrible days of my entire life! Not just terrible, worst than that. I was on a roof sweating, thirsty, upset and talking to my crazy partner. Not that i don't like to talk to him, absolutely, is just that when you are on a roof dying for anything liquid and cold, Mulder is just NOT the person you would like to talk to. You see, he has this capacibility of turning your head into a living flame and giving you the major of all headaches. But i got my satisfaction. I got him big time. BIG TIME. Until he manage to lock himself with the bomb while looking for sodas. Only Mulder, only him would do this kind of thing. He has a fucking radar, it's not possible, not normal. Trouble follows him. Do you wanna know the funniest thing about all this? I love him. With all his problems and his demons, i love my partner. He is the sweetest person i know. Caring, loving and god help my soul has the most increadible mouth. Can't describe what he can do with it. So, anyway, back to Dallas.
Well, I managed to get Mulder out of the room and he wanted to get back. Okay, he wanted to save Michaud, but hell there was no time. And i screamed that on his face. I was so pissed. Than the car decided to dance lambada on the street and almost killed all of us. Man that was a huge explosion. The moment I saw the building I knew Skinner was going to chew my ass. Well, what i didn't n know, is that not only him would do it. That bitch, i forgot her name, sat there with the pose of the year and talked. God she talked! But my mind was not there. I was thinking about Mulder and how late he was. I swear to you that when they mentioned I could be transfered, I wanted to cry. Now that everything was fine, that Mulder and I were learning to separate our relashionship and our jobs, they wanted to tear us apart. So, when I left that office, to meet Mulder outside, my heart was running in my chest like a horse. I told him that they were tearing us apart, and he refused to believe. He didn't understand that if they tranfered me to a field office at the end of the world, away from him, the FBI didn't matter anymore. Not without him. But I couldn't tell him that with Skinner there. I couldn't tell him I loved him.
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Right after my meeting with Cassidy and all that bastards, I went to Casey's Bar. I wanted to forget. Wanted to forget that I was losing the best partner I've ever had, wanted to forget that Dana Scully was not going to be there to smile at me anymore, or tell me i'm crazy. Or give me a kiss when we were to close to resist. So, I got drank. REALLY drank. And that guy, Kurtzweil didn't help. To end my misery, I found myself telling the taxi driver Scully's adress. She wasn't happy to see me, that was for sure. But she trusted me and went with me to Bethesda to see those bodies. And she went with me to that corn field. I can't describe you how much I love this woman. I was so afraid of losing her when I got no response on that field. I thought that damn helicopters had killed her. That scared the shit out of me.
So, I went to Casey's Bar again, but not to get drank, to talk to Kurtsweil. I thought he was playing with me, manipulating me like everybody else did. I signed his death sentence. When I went to my apartment, I was hoping to find that Kurtsweil never met my dad. Well, I found the oposite. The bastard was telling me the truth. Than Scully droped the bomb. They transfered her. To Salt fucking Lake fucking City! And she quit. She was quiting the FBI, the X files, ME! And she thought she was on my way to find the truth, god, she is my truth. She is the only thing for certain in my life, she is my rock, my soul, my everything! She saved me to many times for me to count. Everything I told her on my hallway was true. Damn bee!
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I could see the hurt on Mulde's face when i told him about the tranfer. I could see the hurt on his face when I told him about my resignation. I couldn't. Couldn't move to Salt Lake City, and leave him. Not anymore. Maybe 4, 5 years ago, but not anymore. When I got stunged by that bee, all i wanted to do was tell him how much i loved him, just one more time. I forgot totally about our.... Our baby. I was pregnant, and i couldn't tell Mulder. So, when i passed out, all my mind could process was 'Tell Mulder about his baby' over and over again. And I kept thinking that, until I saw Mulder's face, and the cold got the better from me. But our baby, was never forgotten.
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I got shot. On the head. I didn't die. Thank you all the gods. And angels and leprechauns and faires all around the world. I was able to save my Dana. Then she stoped breathing. Only Scully to stop breathing when a lot of aliens were ready to kill us. Yeah right, and only me to have the major of all erections with just a look at her petite body. What can I say? Scully IS hot, she has a damn terrific body! Anyway, back to the aliens. Well, she missed the ufo. She missed it. Like she always does. But really, i didn't give a shit. I was cold, light-headed and too worried about Scully to care about anything else. I could tell she was keeping a secret from me. The way she was acting, the way she was looking at me, without locking our eyes, like we always did. When I read that paper, and that piece of junk about the Hanta virus, i got so mad. I was so scared, because i almost lost the love of my life, that i freaked out. I told her to go play doctor and leave me! What was I thinking? What the hell was i thinking? Then she droped the OTHER bomb. Right after she told she wouldn't leave, she took my hands and stared into my eyes.
"Mulder, we need to talk."
"We ARE talking, Scully."
"It's serious, Mulder."
"Right, i'm sorry. What is it, babe?"
I should have known by the way she looked at her shoes that the news weren't good. Well, to hell with the should. Somehow, I KNEW. I just couldn't admit that the thoght crossed my mind.
"Mulder....Fox...I..."
Oh, oh the Fox thing. She only does that when she is really pissed, sad or turned on.
"I'm pregnant."
You see, that was not what I was expecting, so I guess I just freaked out.
"What? You are pregnant? But I thought you couldn't have babies!"
"Yeah? So did I."
With that she looked at me. And I looked at her. I didn't know what to do, but the only thing I could think of was Scully will have my child. We stood there, looking at each other, a thousand of thoughts running through my mind, and I didn't have the smallest idea of what to do. Now what?

End of part 1
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