Title: Moving On
Author: Cathey Scully
Written: March 2002
Rating: PG-13
Category: R, V
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance
Spoilers: Season 9, but nothing specific, and DeadAlive
Archive: Sure, if you want to. Just tell me where you're putting it!
Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully and Baby William aren't mine. Don't sue me, 'cause you won't get anything.

Summary: Moving on, together. Companion to Adieu

Notes: This is a companion piece to Adieu. You don't need to read that one, but you might understand this one a little bit better if you do. It's not necessary though.

Scully woke to a strange feeling. Something was different. She surveyed her surroundings quickly and let herself relax and smile as her gaze fell upon the sleeping man beside her. Their fingers were laced together and pressed against his bare chest. She marveled at the steady insistent beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. Had it really only been 5 months since his return from the dead?

Shaking that line of thought away, she listened for what had woken her. From her position in the darkness she heard nothing. Mulder's eyes slid open as she tensed slightly.

"What?" he whispered.

"I want to check on the baby. Sorry for waking you," she whispered back. Mulder cast a look at the small bassinette residing in the corner of the small bedroom.

"He's okay, Scully. Go back to sleep."

Scully shook her head, wanting to see for herself. She untangled their fingers and slid from the bed, shivering at the cool night air as it slid over and under her short sleep shirt. A quick inspection of William confirmed Mulder's assumption. She hastily assured that William was warm enough before moving back to bed. She curled up underneath Mulder's arm and cuddled against his chest.

"So where-to tomorrow?" she asked, resting her head on his shoulder. Mulder ran a gentle hand through her hair.

"Don't know. It depends on if you were followed."

"I don't think I was."

"You never know."

"We're putting you in more danger by being here, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, Scully. You're not putting me danger. You and William are keeping me sane."

Scully sighed, "You're sure this was the best thing to do?" Before she'd been so sure, now she began to feel tiny shreds of doubt.

"Yes. Are you? No regrets, right?"

"No, no regrets. I couldn't have gone on like that much longer."

Mulder nodded into her hair. "It feels so good to hold you," he admitted. "Every night, every night I wondered about saying fuck it and just coming home to you and William."

"Mulder, you couldn't!" Scully protested.

"I know, that's why I never did."

After a pause she whispered, "Did you ever imagine it this way? Living your life constantly on the run?"

"No, but I didn't exactly envision you and me as the "two story, plus a basement, house in the 'burbs with the white picket fence and the minivan or SUV" type either. But I could have gotten used to that, if it was what you wanted. But being away from you, and from him, I couldn't and can't do it."

"I know. I couldn't ask you to do that any longer," Scully paused as William shifted and let out a wail. "I knew it, but I was a few minutes early."

"Let me get him," Mulder offered. Scully complied, knowing he wanted time to make up for all he'd missed. Mulder left the bed and lifted William out of his crib. "Well hey guy. So what'll it be this time buddy? Diaper? Food? General crankiness?"

"He's hungry."

"Right. Do you have formula? I can give him a bottle if you want."

"He gets formula during the day, but I usually nurse him at night."

"Okay, let's go see mommy now," Mulder smiled down at his son before passing the baby to Scully. While she nursed he did a quick sweep of the small suite he'd been renting. He returned and found Scully lying beside William on the bed, tickling the bottoms of his little feet.

"Everything okay?"

"For now. I think we should rest and get an early start. Maybe scope out a new place a little farther from Washington."

"Okay," Scully sat up and walked William back over to his bassinette, settling him down with gentle hands. She slid back in bed in the farthest corner. Mulder settled in beside her. He spooned around her and kissed her neck, draping his arm around her waist. Her sigh did not escape his notice.

"It's okay if you don't want to go. I completely understand if you want to back out. You have so much more that you're giving up by doing this."

Scully shook her head, "I want to be here. I wouldn't be here if this wasn't what I wanted for us, and for our son."

"It will be okay Scully. We'll be okay, and William's safer now," he murmured, "but if you're no totally sure, I want you to go home. I want you to be the one making a decision as big as this."

"I am, Mulder. I'm not leaving. I don't want to go home, not unless you're with me."

Mulder took her hand and allowed her to tangle their fingers together. He kissed her back of her hand. "I just want you to be happy."

"I am. I am. I just didn't think it would be this hard to let go. I mean, I didn't even get to say goodbye to my mom. All she got was a letter."

"That was my hardest problem. Trying to let you go, and keep everyone safe. In my heart I knew it was for the best, but I couldn't help feeling like I was dying at the unfairness of everything."

Scully shook her head and turned, kissing him for the first time in hours. "You don't need to do that now. We're staying with you, and going with you when you leave."

"You're sure," Mulder looked at her intently.


"This is it then Scully. You know that it's going to be a while before we go back, if we ever do."

"I know, and I'm ready," Scully whispered, trying to convince herself as well as him. He smiled briefly at her.

"Go to sleep Scully," he whispered, kissing her again before pressing her head against his shoulder.

"Alright. Wake me before it's time to leave," she murmured, letting her eyes slide shut to get some rest before beginning a new future.


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