Title: A Snowball's Cherish 
Author: Fight-this-War
E-mail: mail@beccyhodgson.co.uk
Keywords: MSR, Emily
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me; sadly, they belong to
Chris carter, that's nothing to do with me. Though the voices in
here, indicates to head, tell me that they are mine, I think they
could be wrong though.

Archive: sure just keep everything the same and give all credit to
me, also if you do could you let me know where I can find it, cheers!

Summary: A what if fic, what if Emily was still alive? 

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Scully stood in the doorway, watching her best friend and her
daughter playing in front of the Christmas tree.

"Mulder…Em?" she spoke softly and the little girl as well as Mulder
looked up at her, smiles plastered on their faces. "Want something to
eat or drink?"

"I wouldn't mind one of them mince pies your mother dropped off, and
just the usual coffee, thanks." Mulder smiled warmly.

"Could I have some blackcurrant juice, Mommy?" the little girl of
five asked.

"Sure you can, Honey. I'll be right back then." Scully then
disappeared out of the room and into the kitchen.

Fits of laughter erupted from the child and the slightly more mature
adult as they continued playing snap on Scully's living room floor.

"I win! I win!!" Emily shouted with excitement and victory.

"Again? Oh no, I'm so awful at this aren't I?" Mulder pouted in a
playful manner, the way he would to his own daughter should he have
one.

"No you're not awful Fox, just unlucky." Emily replied, knowing full
well that her mother and herself were the only two people who would
get away with calling him by his first name.

"Another game?" he asked but was surprised when she shook her head.

"It's snowing out, can we go make a snowman, please?" she begged,
using her genetically familiar puppy dog eyes, the ones he had seen
Scully use herself once or twice.

"Go ask your mom and if she says yeah, I'll beat you out there." He
grinned and she laughed before running off to her mom.

"Moooooooooooommmmmm." She whined and Scully turned to face her.

"What's up, Honey?" Dana asked with some concern, oblivious to Mulder
standing in the doorway, watching them.

"Daddy said I had to come ask you before we could go outside and
play." Emily asked and Scully's jaw almost hit the floor.

"What did you say?" she asked the girl to repeat it.

"I said Daddy said-" Emily began but Scully cut her off.

"Yeah, that." Scully softly spoke as Mulder came into the room.

"Look Scully, I don't know why-" He began but Scully's gaze prevented
him from saying more.

"It doesn't matter." Scully smiled warmly, turning her attention to
her daughter again.

"Yeah, you and Daddy can go outside, just don't get too cold, and
don't, erm, hurt him too bad will you, Honey?" Scully bent down to
her daughter's level and the little girl laughed as she looked up at
Mulder.

"Hey!" Mulder pretended to be angry and Scully stuck her tongue out
at him.

"Fair play." She smiled as the pair left the room, leaving her alone
with her thoughts.

Once again screams of laughter could be heard from outside and she
smiled, before grabbing her coat.

"Mind if I join in?" she asked the snowballing fighters who were
situated outside her front door.

"Sure Mama, come on over." Emily smiled with warmth.

Without knowing what was going on, Mulder threw a snowball at Scully
and it hit her square on in the face. She shrieked and turned to
Mulder, an evil smile on her face as she leaned towards the floor,
gathering some snow in her arms.

The End

Author's Notes:
Just to clear some things up.

Emily called Mulder daddy because she suddenly became aware of the
relationship he had with her mother, and maybe on some levels, I
think she wanted Mulder to be her dad, because she knew he'd look
after her mother.

As this was a challenge piece I don't imagine there will be another
chapter.

I wasn't sure how old Emily was though so that was my only plot hole
and also it isn't snowing here either :(

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