I'll Stay By You

Rating: It should be fine now. I'll let you know if it changes.

Disclaimer: I don't own The X-Files :(

Summary: A missing elective. A new found relationship. A jealous girlfriend. A second chance at love.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait again, guys. The semester is almost over so I'll have a lot of free time to write once my finals are over. Thanks to everyone who's been keeping up with the story and reviewing. You guys are awesome. Sorry for any grammar mistakes. I wrote this while I was watching some season two episodes from the show; Fresh Bones, Colony, and End Game. LOL. I guess they were inspiration for me to bring in Samantha. I was debating on whether or not I wanted it to be that kind of story, but I want to follow along with the show, so I have to. It won't be anything long and drawn out, but something defining that Scully learns about Mulder and it'll all make sense to her now about everything and blahblahblah you don't care. LOL. Sooo... enjoy!


NOVEMBER

She sat cross-legged on her living room floor with her Chemistry notes and homework in front of her. Mulder sat behind her on the couch, flipping through television stations, glancing down at her every now and then to find her tapping her pencil anxiously against her book and twirling a piece of her hair around her finger. She had insisted on him making himself comfortable while she studied, but he still couldn't manage to take his eyes off of her. She felt his stare and turned her head slowly, giving him an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry. I'm almost done, I promise."

"It's fine… take your time."

She got back to her homework in a hurry, finishing up in a few minutes as she had promised. She closed her book, saved her notes, and pushed herself up from the floor to sit on the couch next to Mulder. She leaned into him, sighing when her back met the comfortable cushions of her couch. He wrapped his arm around her as he settled on a television show and set the remote down.

"When do you think we'll get our exams back," he asked about their Economy mid-term. She shrugged against him and looked up at him.

"Not sure. Probably soon. Why? Are you nervous," she teased him, which earned her a mocking glare and a tickle to her thigh. She squirmed against him as he squeezed her thigh, getting the most adorable sounds from her. He stopped when she began pleading and put his arm back around her. "So um…" She giggled, rubbing her thigh. "What are you doing for Thanksgiving," she asked.

"That's not for a couple of weeks. I haven't given it much thought."

"You don't celebrate with your family?"

"Well I used to. They live a couple of hours away, so I guess it's easier for them to celebrate without me." It wasn't a complete lie, he convinced himself, but part of him felt bad for not telling her the complete truth. And it was that he hadn't celebrated a single holiday with his family since Samantha went missing.

"Well maybe you should visit with them this year," she offered.

"What? You trying to get rid of me already?" She laughed and shook her head.

"No, I just know how my family gets when they haven't seen me in a while. I know how excited they get when I go home to visit. I just figured maybe your family is the same." She turned sideways, her eyes lighting up at her next idea. "And you can bring me to meet them." She saw the amused look on his face and shrugged off her excitement as best as she could. "I mean... if you want to."

"Christmas. I promise." She nodded and then slapped his thigh lightly.

"Fine, but I'm dragging you to my family's Thanksgiving, then." He rolled his eyes and groaned teasingly, earning him a playful slap on his arm.

A few hours later, she leaned against the door frame, looking up at him as he stood outside of her apartment, with his hands in his pockets.

"Are you sure you have to go," she asked for the fifth time that night. He smiled sadly and nodded.

"I have a few things to do around my place and my own test to study for." She frowned at this, but knew she'd see him the next day. "Tomorrow, we'll do something fun, okay?" She nodded in agreement and leaned up on her toes to meet him halfway for a kiss.

He made it home quickly, realizing how much material he had to study for his Psychology exam the next day. He knew it would be relatively easy, but not wanting to take any chances, he knew he would have to review his notes a few hours before calling it a night.

He unlocked his front door, pushed it open, and Diana stopped in her tracks, with a box of clothes in her arms. He sighed softly and closed the door behind him, then dropped his keys to the kitchen table. She was headed towards the bedroom when he had walked in and once she saw he was standing in the kitchen, just watching her, she resumed her task of cleaning out the closet and dressers that held all of her clothing.

"I didn't think you'd be back so soon," she muttered before walking back into her old bedroom. Mulder could hear the cabinets and the doors of his closet being swung open forcefully and almost wished he had stayed at Scully's just a bit longer.

"I have an exam to study for." There was no emotion in his voice was he watched her emerge from the bedroom again with more clothes neatly folded in the box. She set it down on the ground next to the kitchen table and came to stand in front of him, close. He stared at her for a few seconds and realized that she was trying to come on to him, flinched back and raised his hands to distance himself from her. "Jesus, Diana. What are you doing?" He could see the tears welling up in her eyes at his movement and lowered his hands.

"Why can't you just forgive me, Fox? I'm so sorry."

"Diana, you don't get it."

"Please... Fox... I love you." The words made his skin crawl. As she stood in front of him and continued her babbling of love and forgiveness, he rubbed at the sides of his head, trying to come up with a way to make her understand.

"Diana, I know you're sorry and I forgive you. People make mistakes. But I'm with Dana now. All the years we were together," he stressed the 'we' and motioned between the two of them. "I've never been as... content, as I am with her." He knew the words were tearing her up inside, but she stood and nodded as each blow hit her. "She makes me happy, she likes my friends, she doesn't try to control my life." Diana's head fell.

"Do you love her," she whispered softly, quickly reaching up with her hand to wipe away the tears that were falling down her cheeks. Mulder inhaled sharply and looked around his kitchen.

"Diana..."

"Answer the question, Fox."

"You should probably go..." She looked up at him and he saw how red her eyes had gotten from her crying. She sniffed, nodded stubbornly, and picked up her box of clothes. She pushed past him, her shoulder colliding into his arm and knocking him back just slightly. The door slammed behind her and he let his head fall.

"She was just in your apartment? How'd she even get in?" The four of them sat around a small table in the middle of a local hang out, a pizza sat in front of them and bottles of beer outlined the pizza tray. Scully bit into her slice of pizza and set her eyes on her boyfriend, who sat across from her at the table. He reached for his beer and took a sip before shrugging his shoulders.

"She left her key to the apartment when she left the first time. I need a better hiding spot for my extra key," he realized, setting his beer down.

"Well what was she doing," Monica asked, sitting close to Scully and nursing her beer, also.

"She was packing the rest of her stuff." Mulder shook his head. "I don't know. It was just weird. And conversation worthy."

"Well did she say anything to you," Scully spoke up, after chewing her pizza. Mulder could tell she was curious, not mad or jealous, just curious. She reached for her beer to wash down the food when Mulder spoke up.

"The usual ex-girlfriend crap. How sorry she was and how she wanted me to forgive her." Scully nodded and finished off the rest of her beer, then set it down on the table. "Anyway, she left after I told her that I was with you. She didn't take it too well."

A certain satisfaction washed over Scully and Mulder could see it, in how she smirked softly and leaned back in her chair with a content look on her face. The table grew quiet for a second or two until Monica straightened up in her seat and looked at Scully.

"So what are your plans after graduation?" She glanced at Mulder and saw how intrigued he was by her question, also. The time caught up with her and she realized just how little time she had left. This semester was almost over and then the next semester would be her last.

"I... um... I haven't really thought about it," she admitted shyly. "I guess I've just been caught up in... school lately, I forgot about what happens after." She took a second to think and finally came up with a reasonable plan. "I guess I'll stay here, maybe apply to medical school."

The fire crackled and sparks flew from the flames, the embers below glowing different shades of red, orange, and yellow. The sun had gone down hours earlier and the four of them sat around the fire, John or Mulder occasionally getting up now and then to add wood to the fire. John took his place back into one of the lawn chairs with Monica in his lap. Mulder offered the last chair to Scully, who took it with a grateful smile. When she settled into her chair, Mulder had taken a seat on the ground, leaning against Scully's legs and letting his head fall back onto her thighs occasionally to look up at her.

The minutes had passed as they talked and laughed about their most embarrassing moments on campus. Monica's story had everyone almost in tears, even Scully who fought hard to not laugh at her friend's misfortune.

"You set it on fire," Mulder asked, in disbelief.

"Making popcorn isn't as easy as you think it is," Monica yelled back in defense, causing John throw his head back in more laughter. The night went on and on until all four of them grew tired and restless. The fire was seconds from burning out and it wasn't until Mulder pushed himself up from the ground that everyone realized just how late it was. He held his hand out and Scully took it gracefully, allowing him to pull her up from her seat. She surely thought he'd let go of her hand once she was up from her chair, but he held onto it as he waved to his two friends.

"It was nice to see you guys again. We'll do it again soon."

"Stop by the game next weekend. It's the last home game of the season," Monica spoke up. Scully nodded and before she knew it, Mulder was dragging her away from the fire and to his car that was parked in front of Monica's parent's house.

When they got into his car, she buckled herself in and he started the engine, then looked at her.

"Where to now? The night is still young." She laughed and ran a hand through her hair.

"Home. I could use a shower and a good night's rest after that Chemistry exam today," she spoke softly and leaned back in her seat. He nodded and asked no further questions. He drove them both to her apartment and when they finally made it back, he held the car door open for her and she led him to the apartment. She unlocked the door and allowed him in, then shut the door behind them and locked it.

"Not letting me leave tonight?" She turned with a surprised look on her face and went to reach for the lock again, but he stopped her. "I was kidding." He laughed and turned, making his way towards her bedroom while stripping off his t-shirt.

When he walked into her room, the first thing he saw were the pictures on her nightstand. This wasn't the first time he had been in her bedroom, but for some reason, this was the first time he had actually took pause to notice the pictures next to her bed. One frame held a picture of her and her brothers. He smiled at that one. Scully had been crammed between Bill and Charlie just as the picture had been taken. The frame next to that picture was a photograph of Scully with her parents the night of her high school graduation. She stood in between her parents, her diploma proudly displayed by both of her hands.

His eyes fell on the last picture just as she was catching up with him, pulling her sweatshirt over her head and letting it fall to the floor. She leaned up on her toes, peeking over his shoulder to see what he was staring at from her doorway, which he was blocking. She followed his gaze and realized he was looking at her pictures.

Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and dipped her head under his arm.

The picture he had fixated on was one of Scully and her sister. The picture must have been taken for Scully's 21st birthday, because both of them held up beers in the picture and were seated around numerous friends. The thought of his sister, Samantha, came rushing back to him. He almost felt guilty for not telling Scully about her sooner. How could he? When was the right time? Surely before she met his parents.

"What's wrong," she whispered. He looked down at her and smiled at how tiny she was.

"Nothing." She dipped under his arm completely, moving past him and into her bedroom.

"I won't be long. Don't worry." The door closed and the shower started. Mulder sat on her bed, picked up the picture frame that held the photograph of Scully and her sister, and stared at it for a few seconds.

He knew he would have to tell her soon.


A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistakes. I know you guys have been waiting for me to update this story, but I wanted it to be in November that I updated it... because the story is in November. LOL. I'm weird. Again, thanks to everyone who's reading, reviewing- anything at all. I'll try to write more later!