My Entry for Fictober
First of i-don’t-know-how-many fictober prompts. Probably won’t get to a fic per day but i thought i would go ahead and try something new! Will try to link each new story with the one before it, though i don’t intend for them to be connected. I do mostly fluff when i write so if you’re looking for smut i’m not your gal!
First prompt is from the list provided by stoickovic (i hope i’m linking these correctly) for the Xtober prompts.
“Mulder it’s been twenty minutes. How long do you intend to be out here for?”
“Gas? You know we’re not made of money.”
“Gas, Mulder. You’re three lines above empty,” Her soft tone and hand on his thigh brought him from his glazed stare directed at the road. She glanced at the time, 3:07am; stifled a yawn which transferred to him. She grinned in his direction, added, “I think he’s asleep.”
A glance in the rear view mirror showed him tiny hands stilled on a stuffed alligator. In the strips of light between street lamps, he observed no movement. “He’s asleep.”
At the next stop light he took his hands off the wheel to rub at his worn face.
“What’s the matter? Impromptu trips at ungodly hours used to get you all fired up,” she smirked his way, hand reaching to the back of his neck as he leaned his forehead on the steering wheel. Unable to resist the adorable way fatigue tugged at the corner of his eyes, even as her own cheek lay heavily on the headrest of the passenger seat.
From behind hands covering his face, “Mm, yeah. Somehow diaper changes and resistance to sleep resulting in late night lefts and rights is different,” he inhaled and let out a breath. “Sue me, Scully.”
“Well, welcome to my world,” she told him. A flash of color outside caught her attention. “Green.”
He sat up and made for home.
When they got to her apartment he was out of the car, heading for her side where he opened first her door then the backseat. He peeked inside, and gestured for Scully to do the same. She bit her lip to hide a smile, something like complete mother’s love in her eye, and he looked on as she was careful to unbuckle the seatbelt that held the cradle of their son in place, standing up as she gingerly hung the carrier off her arm, bouncing against her hip as she walked.
Mulder locked the car before following her inside and up, up, up to her apartment door. Once inside the darkened living room they both breathed out a grateful breath, exchanging tired yet appreciative looks of the other.
“Works every time,” Mulder shrugged, tossing the keys on the couch where they jangled then stopped against the cushions.
Scully reached out and thwacked his arm.
“Ow!” He gasped, whisper-yelling at her.
She raised a finger in warning at him, “If he wakes up, you’re back in the car with him by yourself.”
He surrendered with his hands in the air, hand rubbing his wound in pretend hurt.
As she bent to strategically unbuckle their son, she noticed his feet were bare. He caught her eye from his spot in the hallway, flicking on the plug-in nightlight, sticking his tongue out at her raised eyebrow.
Somehow, she thought, it was such a Dad thing to do.
When she had him cradled in her arms, she walked her son to where Mulder stood in the nursery doorway, noting again from nearly an hour before his rumpled hair and two-day-old scruff, pajamas and barefoot and affectionate and here to experience this with her.
I love you like this, she thought. Out loud she said, “Is Will’s blanket in there?” Mulder nodded, leaning to kiss his small forehead softly before she bent to set him in the crib. On her way up she noticed-
He was back in a flash with the alligator stufftie and set it down next to his sons giant head. Slipping an arm around her waist, he kissed her temple once, twice, to which she responded by leaning heavily into his side.
“Nice teamwork,” his hand was in the air and she connected it with hers in a silent high five.
“After an hour of trying to get him to sleep in the first place,” she whispered, her tone bitter, spent.
“You got him in the car seat.”
Scully huffed out a laugh. Turning with one last look at their precious miracle, she tugged her partner, in work and in life, behind her. Back to bed, back to sleep.
“And you did the driving.”