Disclaimer: I do not own Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Maggie, Emily or any other characters you might recognize in here (if I did I would not be struggling to pay for college right now). There will be a few OC's but I do not own any of the main characters, nor am I making a profit from this story. It is written purely for the enjoyment of my own overactive imagination and need for Mulder and Scully to be happy and not have to deal with all of the shit that they do in the show. All rights to the characters in this story and other crap go to Fox, 1013, and Chris Carter. You know the whole spiel.
Spoilers: YES. This is a shipper fic. It's also a kid-fic. If you don't like either of these things then it's best to turn back now. Just to be on the safe side, let's just say there are spoilers for everything that happened before the Season 7 New Year's kiss. The story takes place as an AU canon-divergence that starts a few months after the Millennium episode.
A/N: This will be a somewhat long, multiple chapter story. I know this first chapter is a little short but I felt the need to end it where I did for a good beginning hook. The chapters to follow will be longer, I promise. This is also my first Fanfiction and my first attempt at writing an actual story that isn't considered a "short-story", so take it easy on me. And I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes that you may or may not encounter while reading this lol. Anyways, enjoy (hopefully).
[Dana Scully's Apartment
Georgetown, Washington D.C.
Monday, 2:45 AM]
The humid, summer petrichor that seemed to be ever-present in Washington D.C. was the first thing to assault Scully's groggy, waking senses. As she took a second to breathe in the familiar heavy scent, the shrill ringing of her cell phone also became apparent to her. Scully groaned internally as she rolled over and checked the time on her alarm clock. As she was fumbling through the dark for her phone, it stopped ringing. Scully was still debating whether or not she should continue to look for it when it started ringing again.
"Shit!," she whispered harshly. "This must be really important."
Thinking more clearly now, Scully turned on her bedroom lamp and saw that her cell phone was sitting on the floor by her nightstand. 'It must have fallen down while I was sleeping,' she mused to herself.
"Scully," she answered breathlessly, hoping that she sounded more confident than she actually felt. There was a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins and flooding her senses in response to the fear of what sort of tragedy or emergency was on the other side of the call.
"Scully, it's me," answered the rushed and almost panicked, low vibrato of her partner.
"Mulder, what's wrong?"
"I found something..."
"Mulder…," she warned wearily, but not without the smallest hint of curiosity. She didn't want to see him be disappointed yet again.
"I'm almost to your apartment, Scully. Can you just please try not to be too mad at me?"
"Mulder, what have you-"
He cut her off mid-sentence with a frenzied: "And can you please make up the extra bed in your spare room?"
"Why? Mulder, what's going on?"
"Okay, I gotta go now. I'll see you in a few minutes. Please, can you make up the spare bed before I get there?"
"He didn't even wait for my answer; he just hung up!" Scully grumbled to herself as she stalked towards her guest bedroom.
[Dana Scully's Apartment
Georgetown, Washington D.C.
Monday, 3:04 AM]
She had just finished making the spare bed when she heard his quiet knocking. On her way to the door, she stopped by the bathroom to put on her bathrobe so she could conceal her skimpy, hot-weather pajamas. As much as she longed for Mulder to notice her, now was not the time. Opening the door just as she finished adjusting the tie on her robe, Scully was shocked at what she saw. Mulder was there, on the other side of the door, holding a small, sleeping child in his arms. She quickly ushered him into the apartment, despite her surprise, and locked the door behind him. All of her previous pettiness over getting woken up in the middle of a weeknight disappeared as she took notice of how tired he looked. He was still dressed in the same work clothes that he had been wearing on Friday, which was almost three days ago… His black London Fog trench-coat was draped messily over the sleeping person in his arms.
"... an anonymous tip that led me to her," Mulder's voice brought her back out of her thoughts.
"I'm sorry... what?" Scully inquired apologetically.
"I said: I got an anonymous tip on Friday night that led me to her. I know that you're going to want to test her yourself, just to make sure it's really her…" Mulder rambled off in a cautious, mellow tone.
Scully's heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest in anticipation. 'Could he mean that he found Samantha? But wouldn't she be an adult by now?' "Who, Mulder? Who did you get?"
He looked at her with excited eyes and a nervous smile, both of which only aided in heightening her sense of anxiety. Mulder took one step closer to Scully and grabbed her hand, tugging her nearer to him. He then let go of her hand and slowly moved a chunk of hair away from the child's face.
Both of her hands flew to her mouth upon seeing the facial features of the three-year-old toddler in front of her. She gasped. A million questions flew through her mind all at once. 'How? Why? When? Where? Is this real?' But only one strangled word managed to escape through her lips. "Emily!"