Questionable Logic III

By Jeannine Ackerson


Dec 7, 1996


Rating: R for lots of names of a deity taken in vain, swear words and sexual suggestion.

No spoilers this time around.

Disclaimer: You know the drill: The X-Files belongs to C. Carter, FOX and they don't belong to me.

Relationship: VR Major Mulder/Scully romance here. Anti-relationshippers should avoid this. I won't be held responsible if you read it. :-)

Summary: Scully and Mulder admit some truths to each other.

Hi there! Alright, this is the finale. Now I don't want to hear any more about this being left unfinished. <g> And in keeping with the series' tone, all thoughts by our heroes are noted in <> and italics, and they should be fairly easy to distinguish by the subject matter who's thoughts are who's. One author's note though: the last line is from both of them, and when you get there, you'll see why. Now all, the conclusion . . .

Fox Mulder stood at the door of Dana Scully's apartment, and paused there with his fist poised to knock.

<What the hell am I doing? She's probably in bed, and I'm going to wake her up.>

Then he noted the light shining under the door for the first time since arriving.

<She's up?>

Then the shuffling noises inside confirmed that thought, and so he let loose and rapped on the door, and waited for her to come to the door.

Dana Scully turned towards the sound of the knock at her door, and started for it from where she'd been sitting on the couch. Without thinking about it, she went for the chain and then undid the deadbolt and swung the door open. She was sure her mouth just about dropped when she saw him standing there.

<Oh my God, it's Mulder. What's he . . .>

Mulder looked at her, standing in her green sweatpants and oversized t-shirt and couldn't help but swallow hard.

<Oh God, even in sweats she's gorgeous. I don't know if I can do this.>

"Come in Mulder. I was just making coffee," she said, waving him inside.

But he just stood there for another long minute. Just looking at her. And she looked right back. In fact, neither of them moved for a minute as they were transfixed by the other's closeness.

<He never went home. He's still wearing his suit. God, even wrinkled it looks good on him. How am I going to get through this?>

Finally Mulder broke from his contemplation and wandered into the apartment, finding her couch on pure instinct and heavily settled down on it. Scully shut and locked the door, then went straight to the kitchen, pouring two cups of coffee. Slowly she walked back out, gave him a cursory examination and headed in to give him one of the mugs.

<He looks like I feel. You'd think he'd gone a couple of rounds with his subconscious too.>

Gratefully taking the coffee, he stared at its dark color before taking a huge gulp.

<Come on Mulder, you can do this. You need to do this. Don't back out now.>

"Mulder . . . I was wondering," she started, then let her voice trail off. He'd finally met her eyes again, and the intensity smoldering in their greenish-gray depths had left her speechless.

<Oh my God. The way he's looking at me . . .>

"Scully . . . Dana, I spent a lot of time tonight doing some thinking. About . . ." he began, then he watched her staring at him, and saw something in her eyes that he'd seen before. A look that had always melted him to the core, and had made him feel absolutely loved.

<She knows. Oh my God, she already knows!>

"Us," she interjected quietly, dropping her gaze when he caught it. She was certain he could read he every thought through them.

<He knows. Oh Lord in heaven, he saw it!>

"Yeah. We can't go on like this any longer. At least I can't," he replied, his voice soft.

<Just tell her you love her. She's your best friend. No matter how she feels, you'll work it out somehow.>

"I understand Mulder . . . but before you say anything," she began, reaching over and putting her hand over one of his, nearly making him drop the coffee.

<He's so nervous. He doesn't know what to say. Oh no, he saw it in my eyes, and he doesn't want to hurt my feelings. That's what this is all about. He knows and he doesn't love me.>

Mulder felt the most incredible sensation when her hand touched his, but when he looked up, he found her expression downcast, and hesitated a moment saying what was on his mind, in his heart.

<Oh no, she's not in love with me. She doesn't know how to tell me that she can't be more than just my friend. Oh God, . . . but it doesn't matter. No matter what happens, I have to at least say it, I have to tell her.>

He steeled his resolve, pulled up his courage and just let it out.

"Dana, I don't care if this going to destroy us. I can't not say anything anymore. I love you," he blurted out in a rush, then looked away quickly, waiting for the inevitable crash of his dreams around his ears.

<Oh God, here it comes, I don't know if I can handle it . . .>

She simply sat there in shock, her mind still trying to process the information he'd just told her.

<He said . . . Oh My God, did he just say what I think he said?>

"I love you too Mulder."

His head snapped up and he met her tear-filled gaze.

<I didn't imagine it, I'm sure I didn't. She said it! She said she loves me!>

"Scully . . .," he started, but couldn't finish.

<Mulder you idiot, shut up and kiss me!>

Suddenly he reached over and pulled her to him, crushing her in his embrace and kissing her full on the lips.

<Oh God, I don't believe this! I don't believe she said . . . that we're . . .>

Finally they pulled apart, breathless. Then they gazed at each other for what seemed an eternity before she broke the silence.

"It's late Mulder. Did you want to stay?" she asked hopefully as she got up from her place on the couch and stepped away, turning back towards him.

<Is she asking me what I think she's asking me? Does she know what she's offering me?>

"Do I have to sleep on the couch? I won't fit on it you know," he said, his mouth morphing into a lopsided grin.

<Oh Mulder, do you know what you're saying? What that grin does to me? That what we're talking about is like a dream come true?>

"No, you don't have to if you don't want to . . ." she replied, holding out her hand.

<Oh God, please let this be the right answer. I want this so badly. To be with her...>

"I don't want to."

<Oh God Mulder, you don't know how long I've wanted to hear you say that.>


<Oh God, this is it. We're going to bed together. All my dreams of having him/her in my arms are going to come true.>

In one smooth motion, he got up from the couch and caught her hand, and let her lead him towards her bedroom. They still had a few questions that they planned to answer on the soft cotton of her bed sheets.


Done! Now, as you may know, my one attempt at writing NC-17 was not what I would have liked, so you can (and will have to) assume what happens next. J.

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