The Dion Files

River Deep, Mountain High

By Jeannine Ackerson

 

3/25/97

Rating: PG.

Disclaimer: The X-Files and the characters portrayed therein are property of C. Carter, FOX & 1013 Prod. Celine Dion's song, "River Deep, Mountain High" is also used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.

Relationship: Mulder/Scully romance. Anti-relationshippers warning is hearby in effect. You've been warned, so don't come crying to me if you read it.

Summary: An invitation to a concert leads Mulder and Scully into dangerous territory.

Hi all! Alright, here's a new one for the series. This is the only fast song I took in the split, and also the one I had the hardest time figuring out a story for. Jadar and I have also been trying to think of ways other than the radio for M&S to hear these songs, so this should be a new one. Hope you all enjoy, and now, to the story . .

Dana Scully sat at her desk at in the basement and stared at the two multicolored strips of paper as if they were the most puzzling piece of evidence she'd ever seen in her life.

The fact that she knew that they were simply a pair of concert tickets didn't seem to ease her deliberations in the least.

Her friend Paulette had given her the tickets two nights ago. They were for an upcoming concert, and she'd thought Dana could use them. Paulette clearly didn't realize that she didn't have a life, Scully thought with growing disdain as she twisted the tickets in her fingers again. She hadn't been to a concert, especially a popular one in years. Since college, she was sure.

It was just her luck to have it be Celine Dion. She'd impulsively picked up her most recent album a few months back and had loved it. Every song on the CD was wonderful, and she'd soon learned the words to every song. But she had never thought she'd get a chance to see her live in concert.

Now she had center section seats, right in the middle and she had no one to take. If the performance had been scheduled next weekend, her mom could have gone with her. Or one of her friends from college. But the show was tomorrow. Obviously Paulette figured that she could find someone to go with her for a sold out concert.

But with such short notice, she didn't know anyone to take . . .

Except Mulder, she thought with a little twinge of guilt, depression and desire.

It seemed, at times that the X-Files and Mulder were her whole life. Yet there was a limit of how much she could take of them before she just was ready to scream. Unfortunately it wasn't screaming as she'd really like to be doing because of Fox Mulder, she thought for a sinfully wicked moment, then tamped ruthlessly on the lustful thought.

He's your PARTNER Dana. Remember? That means hands off, no matter how sexy you think he is, she admonished herself. No matter how hard you've fallen for him, you can't have him.

Still, he was her best friend, even if she wished sometimes that they were more. So after reminding herself that they could go to this concert as *just* friends, she reigned up her courage and took a deep breath, preparing for the coming emotional storm.

"Mulder," she said quietly, looking at his bowed head.

She sat, waiting anxiously for him to acknowledge her. Then his head popped up from the file he was reading and regarded her composure. She sat there, on the other side of the desk and he would have sworn that she was nervous. And Scully nervous was something he'd never thought he'd ever see. He smiled at her tentatively and he was sure that she blushed.

Scully felt like she was back in seventh grade again, asking Michael Hall for a date. Except that Michael had been nowhere near as gorgeous as her partner was. With a savage shove she buried the thought and concentrated on Mulder's voice, which had finally started to reply.

"Yeah Scully, what is it?"

"What are you doing Saturday night?" she asked in her most neutral tone. She could have been talking about evidence for a case for all he could tell. His inquisitive look though told her that he knew she had something pressing on her mind.

"Nothing special. Just spending another wild night with my video collection," he joked, his mouth forming a little leer. "Why?"

"Well, my friend Paulette had tickets to see Celine Dion at John F. Kennedy Stadium on Saturday. But she and her husband are going out of town and couldn't use them, so . . . she gave them to me and, well, . . . do you want to go?" she said, the last words coming out in a rush. Scared and anxious, she looked past him, her gaze locked on his "I WANT TO BELIEVE" poster.

He looked at her in surprise. Was she asking what he thought she was? He wasn't sure what to make of it, of her proposal and her reaction to him when she asked him. Deciding to take the regular course of action, he tried to make light of the intense feel of this whole thing.

"Are you asking me out on a date Scully? 'Cause if you are, I think you need to know that it takes more than dinner and a show to get me in bed," Mulder quipped, smiling seductively at her.

She sighed a little, even if his teasing suggestion was attractive, she wasn't going to let him get to her. He was playing, she reminded herself as she decided how to answer him.

"Do you want to go Mulder? I promise not to take advantage of you," she remarked with her *enigmatic* Dr. Scully tone.

"Sure, why not," Mulder replied, giving her a little grin. Besides, maybe spending quality, non-work hours with Scully was just what the doctor ordered . . .

The show was packed. He hadn't been to a concert in a long time, but he was sure that this one was a sell out. The truth was he didn't even know who Celine Dion was. But when Scully had asked him, he couldn't turn her down.

They'd found their seats with relative ease, and had settled in for the evening's entertainment. They were good seats, all in all. They were in the middle of the center section. The fact that they were together was an added plus, Mulder thought with enjoyment.

When the warm up act finished, they had a breather, and Scully started to excuse herself for a walk, but he stopped her. Getting up as well, he navigated them past the still seated people before they hit the aisle. Then they circled the stadium before returning, keeping their conversation light. It seemed almost like they were two different people tonight. None of the worries and stress associated with their jobs or partnership seemed to have followed them here.

The light conversation and genuine ease with each other had been subverted under the guise of the partnership. But for the first time in ages they were getting a chance to just be themselves.

When the lights flashed several times, and the band on stage began the first warm-up, Scully and Mulder made their way back to their seats. Then the lights went down and the music hit them hard, the concert starting in earnest.

The music was so powerful, Scully couldn't help singing along quietly once Celine began her first number. She did her best to keep her voice just below hearing range though. So she and Mulder stood up with the rest of the audience, watching the spectacle that was unfolding on stage and listening to the music.

The performance went on, and Scully had continued to sing along quietly, but the next song was one of her favorites. It was faster and louder than most of the others, so as Celine began, she decided she could chance singing a little louder.

"When I was a little girl I had a rag doll

Only doll I've ever owned

Now I love you just the way I loved that rag doll

But only now my love has grown

And it gets stronger in every way

And it gets deeper and let me say

And it gets higher day by day

And do I love you, my, oh, my

Yeah

River deep, mountain high

If I lost you would I cry

Oh how I love you baby . . ."

As the back up singers sang the "Baby" backgrounds, Scully caught a breath and swung into the next verse with enthusiasm. The adrenaline she felt with the tempo of the song only added to her enjoyment of the concert. And the emotions she associated with the song only geared her up more.

"When you were a young boy

Did you have a puppy

That always followed you around

Well I'm gonna be as faithful as that puppy

No, I'll never let you down

Cause it grows stronger like a river flows

And it gets bigger baby, and heaven knows

And it gets leaner baby, as it grows

And do I love you, my, oh, my

Yeah

River deep, mountain high

If I lost you would I cry

Oh how I love you baby . . ."

Again as the musicians filled in the time with guitar riffs and drum solos, Dana took in some extra breaths. She was getting ready for the next line. On stage she could see Celine moving from one guitarist to the drummer in the back. God, those lights must be broiling her, she idly thought.

"I love you baby like a flower loves the spring

And I love you baby just like a jaydock loves to sing

And I love you baby like a schoolboy loves his fun

And I love you baby river deep and mountain high

Oh yeah, you gotta believe me

River deep and mountain high

Do I love you, my, oh, my

Yeah

River deep, mountain high

If I lost you would I cry

Oh how I love you baby . . .

Do I love you, my, oh, my

Yeah

River deep, mountain high

If I lost you would I cry

Oh how I love you baby . . ."

With the last, long note and the shower of fireworks that ended the song and the show, Scully came out of the zone she'd fallen into.

She had been paying attention to Mulder on and off throughout the show. He'd been a bit slow getting into the flow, but after the first couple of songs he had gotten into the rhythm, just like she and the entire pavilion of people.

But she'd been so caught up in her feelings as she was singing the last song that she hadn't looked over at him for a bit. So she'd missed him watching her. Or actually his staring at her as she sang.

He had stopped dead in his tracks, so to speak when he realized that she was singing along with the song. It wouldn't have surprised him so much except for three things. One, he hadn't known she could sing so well. Second he had never seen her like this, and he'd realized how sexy she looked when she let loose. And lastly he had nearly lost his composure when he figured out that when she sang the song, she meant every word.

There was an emotion backing it up that he didn't know what to make of. It was almost as if she felt like that herself. But he knew she hadn't dated anyone in months, hell years. And he didn't think she was the type to fall for someone at first sight, so the feeling couldn't be new. That just left that she felt these things for someone, and she'd never said or done anything about it.

But who was it?

Then she turned around to face him, the brilliant smile that graced her face rocked him, and the glow in her eyes as she looked at him nearly took his breath away. He'd never seen her look at him like this. Never.

And suddenly he knew who she was singing about. Him.

"Did you enjoy the show?" she asked, her voice still sounding like rough velvet from the emotions her singing had evoked from within. Her eyes danced even though she tried to reign in her unsettled feelings. She couldn't afford for Mulder to see them.

Forging ahead without any regard for his personal emotional safety, he took the comment and turned it into the double entendre that he was certain she had unconsciously meant it to be.

"It was incredible," he breathed, coming in closer to her as people milled past them, but leaving them unmoved in the center of the row they'd been seated in.

A chill rippled through her body as she watched his eyes peruse her. Of the times she'd seen him look at her with such a gaze, it had never been *this* intense. And he saw the emotions flash through her eyes and across her face. The same ones that he'd been harboring for her for years.

Trying to deny the images and feelings that his stare was not helping her forget, she turned and began to head for the end of the row. Until she felt his hand fall on her shoulder. The contact instantly froze her in place.

"I didn't know you could sing Scully," he said, his voice almost a whisper.

She didn't know what to say. All she knew was this was Mulder's subtle way of telling her he knew. And then his hand brushed down her arm, raising gooseflesh along her bare skin. With determination that she didn't feel, she twisted around to gaze at him again. And found him staring at her.

"There was a lot of emotion in that last song," he began, his hand traveling back up her arm to rest below her jaw line, holding her face up to his. "I think when you feel something like that, those kind of emotion, you tend to let it show when you sing. Wouldn't you say?"

She nodded her head slightly, afraid of what she was thinking. Of what he seemed to be saying. He hadn't said anything directly to call her out, but the meaning of his words seemed . . . undeniably pointed.

"Do you love me Dana?" he asked softly, pursing his lips in nervousness. If he was wrong . . .

"Do I love you?" she commented lightly, repeating back his words. She saw the slight nod to his head and the expectant, hopeful look in his eyes. "River deep and mountain high."

He couldn't help smiling.

Leaning down his lips brushed hers lightly. Then more than lightly. It wasn't long before their arms were around one another and their minds were totally entranced by the feel of their mouths melding and their bodies pressed into one another's.

And behind and around them, they could barely hear the cheers and whistles of the crowd that was still there, watching the newly found lovers kiss.

-End-

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