Title: Ad Infinitum
Author: Becka F.
Classification: VR
Rating: G
Spoilers: Existence
Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance
Disclaimer: William belongs to Mulder and Scully. Mulder, Scully and Skinman belong to CC and 1013.

Summary: It's been a hell of a ride.


Scully answers the door looking disheveled. Her hair is sticking up all over the place, I think she's wearing one of Mulder's old T-shirts.

But she looks positively radiant.

"Sir!"

She greets me enthusiastically, even though it looks as though she hasn't slept in days.

"Scully! How are you?" I ask, stepping over a plush toy of some sort. On closer inspection, I see that it is a little green alien.

Cute.

She sheepishly kicks it aside and leads me into her apartment.

"I'm great. You'll have to excuse the apartment, sir. Mulder of course, chose today to move all the rest of his stuff in. Watch your step."

I shake my head, finding myself grinning at the jumbled mess that was once a single FBI woman's tidy apartment.

"That's no problem, and Scully--"

She pushes a piece of stray hair out of her face.

"Yeah?"

"--leave the 'sirs' at the office, okay?"

She grins.

"Will do."

A few moments of awkward silence pass as Scully tries her best to clear as many objects out of the way as possible.

"I guess you'd like to see what you came for, huh?"

"That'd be nice," I reply lightly.

I don't know why she's hesitating.

Maybe for the same reason I am.

Maybe because this is such a transition from the way things were.

This can't be easy for her. It sure as hell isn't easy for me. I've seen these two go through so much, and as nuts as it sounds, I'm just as hesitant to see him as she is to show him to me.

I don't notice Mulder approaching me from behind until he is almost breathing down my shirt.

"Hey there Skinman. How's the FBI treatin' ya?"

I whirl around to find a grinning former FBI Agent Mulder holding his baby with one hand. The tiny boy is propped up on his father's left shoulder, cupped only by Mulder's left hand.

He sticks out his right hand and shakes mine vigorously.

I'm at a loss for words. This is, hands down, the best he's ever looked.

"Say hi to Uncle Skinman, Will," Mulder whispers into his son's ear. He slowly brings the baby boy down from his shoulder and cradles him in his arms.

The kid gapes up at me with wide eyes, trying to figure out what all this is about.

Surprisingly, I find Mulder studying me as well.

Before I can utter anything intelligible, William reaches up and grasps my finger.

"Atta boy!" Mulder cheers, and behind me I hear Scully sigh dramatically. "I'm telling you Walter, with that grip he's got, this little guy is going to be one hell of an athlete!"

"Sure is, Mulder," I finally murmer. I turn around to glance at Scully, the kid still attached to my pointer.

"He's great, Scully. He's...perfect," I tell her.

She smiles a smile only a new mother can.

"Thank you," she replies, bending down suddenly to pick up one of William's toys - probably to avoid some sort of emotional moment.

She nonchalantly disappears into the kitchen and I hear her clear her throat.

"Would you like something to drink, sir?" she calls.

Again with the 'sir'.

I reply something along the lines of, "Naw, I'm good", and she tells Mulder and I to make ourselves comfortable among the mess.

I turn back to Mulder, still eyeing me like a hawk.

"Think he looks like me?" he asks, almost tentatively.

I get the feeling he's looking for my approval, although I can't imagine why.

I chuckle at his attempt to seek whatever approval he thinks he needs and shift uncomfortably in my shoes.

"Mulder, I--I just finished telling Scully. He's perfect. This is--incredible."

He grins in that manner he always has. Slyly, like he's got something up his sleeve. Kind of like a kid who just stuffed a whole bag of candy down his shirt and has just made it home without getting caught.

I'm still very much aware that Mulder Jr. is continuing to cling onto my finger for dear life, and I think Mulder Sr. finds this incredibly amusing.

"I think he likes ya," he laughs, unleashing his son from my finger.

I sigh, not sure whether I'm relieved or disappointed.

To my surprise, Mulder places the baby in my arms.

"Here you go," he says, patting me on the back and playfully ruffling the baby's wispy hair.

He walks towards the couch and kicks a few boxes aside. He motions for me to follow him.

Carrying the kid in a way I'm sure is both improper and more than a little dangerous, I follow, making sure that there is no possible way I can stumble. I am suddenly overcome with a feeling I can't describe. I feel like I'm the one who, for the moment, is protecting this child. It almost feels like I'm holding something so sacred and treasured.

What the hell, I am.

The baby stirs, and begins to look a little frightened. I'm sure I look the same. It's a good time for Scully to re-appear from the kitchen.

"I brought you coffee anyway," she says, plopping down beside her partner and holding out her arms.

I gratefully exchange the coffee for the baby, and take a seat in the recliner opposite them.

Mulder and Scully immediately become immersed in their son as though they haven't seen him in days. Completely ignored, but feeling like I belong more than ever, I cup my mug of hot coffee and watch pure joy simply cascade from every inch of their bodies.

So this is how it ends. It just goes on like this forever.

It's been a ride guys.

I chuckle to myself as the baby lets out an elated shriek.

It's been a hell of a ride.


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