I Don't own the X-Files or most of the things that will be written.
Ok this was really just a thought I had while watching an Episode I was like what if they were married the whole time, but were really good at hiding it? This is definitely AU, and may not get far, but I just wanted to see how people felt about the idea.
Please review and let me know what you all think, you say if I continue or just delete it, thanks.
Tomorrow is my first day at the FBI. I get assigned a partner and to a division of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and though normally my stomach would be doing flips and such, it's not, because I know exactly where I'm going to and who my new partner will be. I know for a certain fact I will be assigned to the X-Files to debunk the work of one Fox William Mulder, how do I know this? Well I'll just say I have my resources. I also know that I will come to enjoy working with this man for reasons that are extremely personal to me.
I am married, but have chosen to keep my maiden name for the time being, but I know eventually I will change it to the last name of my husband. We have been happily married for the past year and a half and have been extremely good at hiding it. He chose to keep his old apartment for reasons I am still uncertain of, but now as I dwell on the thought, I'm glad he did.
On my resume, I lied, I said I was single and I'm rarely seen with my husband near his job. I can't explain how the FBI managed to look past it, but they did. As I look now to the sleeping form in my bed next to me I know all will be ok eventually. For I will come to see much more of my husband in the days, and possibly years to come. For you see, the man I am married to, the man I have chosen to love for my whole life, just so happens to be my future partner in the FBI.
We met a while ago, almost three years, in Quantico. I had been teaching a class for my paycheck and one day he came up to me and asked if I could do an autopsy for the body. I agreed and soon I found myself agreeing to go to dinner with him as well and things just picked up from there. About a year later we were married and happily settled, but he chose to keep his apartment and never changed the address or status with the FBI, as far as everybody thought Spooky Mulder was a single loner, nobody even thought that there might be a Mrs. Spooky Mulder in his life.
As I look to my loving husband sleeping soundly beside me, his arm wrapped around my waist, I stroke back the hair on his head. I know far more about this man than just about anybody. I know all about his sister, his belief in alien life forms, UFOs and such, but above all I know the love and compassion he is worth sharing. I, myself, however, am a scientist and don't believe in such nonsense, but he will forever keep me on my toes and I him.
"Dana? You better get some sleep. I don't want you passing out on me tomorrow." He mumbled tiredly placing a soft kiss on my lips.
"I know Fox." I muttered and cuddled up next to him before falling asleep into his embrace. Tomorrow will be a very interesting day.
The meeting went somewhat well, I guess one could say that. As I make my way down to the basement that holds my husband and our future on the X-Files I began to wonder how on earth I am to introduce myself. We promised to keep it strictly professional while on the job and he had always been paranoid that somebody was listening in on him. I knock on the door and pray all goes well. I don't want to be sleeping alone in a cold bed tonight.
"Nobody here, but the FBI's most unwanted." A voice called from behind the door and Scully smiled to herself as she pushed the door open. She looked around curiously at the things her husband had hung in his office, never before had she seen his little area down in the basement.
"Agent Mulder, I'm Dana Scully, I've been assigned to work with you." She said offering her his hand as he took it and shook it. She tried to hide the smile, but failed. He smiled back before speaking up.
"Oh, is it nice to suddenly so highly regarded? So who did you tick off to get stuck with this detail, Scully?" He asked putting an emphasis on her last name. He had always hated the fact she chose not to change it to his, but at this moment he was somewhat glad. He turned back to the small pictures on the light screen as he spoke.
"Actually I'm looking forward to working with you." No lie there. "I've heard a lot about you."
"Oh really?" He said turning to face her, she gave a small smile. "I was under the impression that you were sent to spy on me."
He got up from where he sat and went off ranting about a new case, she knew she should have listened to the first half, but she failed to take her eyes off of him. He asked a few questions here and there, ones she gave her medical opinion on before getting a sarcastic remark from him, oh she was used to that.
"Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?" He finally asked. She had her answer and smiled, he had asked her once before when they had gone on their second or third date.
"Logically I would have to say no. Given the distances need to travel from the of reaches of space the energy requirements would exceed a spacecraft's capabilities —" She gave him the same answer she had given them and he responded with the same response.
"Conventional wisdom..." He said, and she smiled along with him, it was amazing that after all the time together they still thought the same way and never once wavered on the other's theory.
"The answers are there, you just have to know where to look for them." She said sternly.
"That's why they put the 'I' in FBI. I'll see you tomorrow morning, Scully. Bright and early. We leave for the very plausible state of Oregon at 8:00 am." He spoke as he walked over to his seat and sat down to get back to work over something. She smiled widely and thought to herself as she made her way to the door.
As she exited the office to leave home she whispered something in his ear low enough that he barely heard it.
"See you tonight." She whispered then was out the door. He smiled inwardly and knew that so long as she was his partner in life and the FBI he would never be bored. He let out a deep breath before wondering what she was going to make for dinner.