Scully stared at the receiver for a moment, then placed it back in the cradle with a soft smile. She rose from her bed and moved to the bath. She ran her tub and sank into the fragrant bubbles.
That was not exactly how she had planned her evening, talking to Mulder for a couple of hours. They didn’t talk like that when they were together.
“I miss you.” That remark had caught her off guard. Mulder rarely said things like that. Now the comment about what she was wearing, that was familiar. He had actually seemed interested in what she was doing, without some paranormal phenomena. Talking dolls indeed.
When the water cooled, she rose, showered off and slipped into a gown. She hadn’t brought her normal pajamas on this trip. Staying in a bed and breakfast made her feel pampered and she didn’t need the button-down, professional look that she adopted when out of town with Mulder.
The gown felt sensuous against her body, as did the sheets. Not many of the motels that they stayed in used 300 count Egyptian cotton sheets. This trip was a gift to herself, time off.
So why was she contemplating going back to DC early? Mulder, that’s why. But getting back into town, would that be a mistake? Would he immediately launch them into another X-File? They couldn’t seem to spend time together otherwise.
Wait, that wasn’t exactly true. Lately they had spent some off duty time together. He’d brought a movie over to her place a couple of times, and they had pizza at his place fairly often now even when there wasn’t a definite case to discuss.
She flashed on her evening with Eddie Van Blundht. That had been an eye opener for her. She and Mulder didn’t have ‘talks’, not then. For a long time after that, he had kept his distance. She would never forget the look on his face when he had broken down her door. The fact that he had raced to save her had been lost on her for too long. Her mortification at being found in such a position by the very person she thought she was about to kiss so strong.
It had taken her awhile to realize that he was as embarrassed about the situation as she was. They hadn’t really discussed it, but she knew him better now. He really did consider himself a loser with women.
She stretched in the sheets, the man obviously didn’t look in the mirror often enough. Again she smiled, well look at those ties, of course he didn’t. She fell asleep with the smile on her face.
The next morning she allowed herself to sleep late, but it was a beautiful fall morning and the sun coming through her window was inviting. She dressed and ate a light breakfast in the dining room, then using the map she had printed from the internet, began her walking tour and antique shopping. She had no intention of buying anything specific; it was just something to do at a leisurely pace.
She'd obviously spent too much time with Mulder rather than not enough. Going through these beautifully preserved older buildings, she found herself wondering if any of them had stories of haunts. She shook her head, obviously too much time.
But it would have been a more pleasant trip with someone. Why hadn't it occurred to her to see if someone could come along? A little honesty here, Dana. She hadn't seen any of her friends in so long they probably didn't remember her. Besides, the logistics would be difficult between husbands, kids, soccer games . . .
She could have checked to see if Mom was available, but that would lead to the inevitable 'why don't you get out with your friends more?' conversation.
Hell, the truth was she didn't mind not seeing them most of the time. The infrequent conversations had less and less to do with her life and interests as time had passed. She had no regrets about not setting up a practice, and talk of family, kids, even divorce didn't hold her attention.
Maybe if Emily had lived and she'd gotten custody . . . No, don't go there. It was a beautiful day and she was free to enjoy it as she wished. She didn't have to finish the walking tour, she could go shopping for the rest of the day, indulge herself in a new suit, or some non-work, sexy shoes.
She didn't even have to stay here. She could drive off in any direction and stop when she saw something interesting. She was startled to realize the image of Mulder was in her mind, wearing that new gray suit. He'd gotten the pants cut a little higher this time and - Jesus, Dana! She blushed realizing just how closely she had observed him in those slacks.
Maybe she just needed to get laid. Not very likely. Besides, the last time
she'd even considered a date with someone she met out of town, she'd nearly been
thrown into a furnace. She wasn't a good judge of character when it came to
men, hadn't Ed Jerse put the final nail in that?
She looked around and spotted a tea shop. Lunch. That should get her mind off of Mulder's slacks. She opened the door and couldn't quite suppress a smile. Mulder would hate this place - chintz on the chairs, hanging ferns, delicate furniture with real china. Places like this made her normally graceful partner into a blundering moose. His long arms and legs seemed to grow to ungainly proportions and move on their own.
"Will someone be joining you?"
The cool voice startled her back to the present. "No, thank you. I'm alone."
"Of course. Please follow me." The older woman glided off and Dana followed. Shit, the woman reminded her of Mrs. Mulder, aristocratic and aloof. Her appetite dropped.
She was seated at a lovely small table and presented with the short menu. There were live flowers on the table and as she looked around, she realized she wasn't the only woman sitting alone. There was definitely a higher percentage of women. In fact, she saw only two men and both were older, here with their wives of probably 50+ years.
That caused her mood to fall further. Together for more than fifty years. That wasn't in her future. Her parents had had 42 years, Mulder's only 15. She shook her head, why did her thoughts keep drifting to him? It was dumb and becoming uncomfortable.
"Have you decided?" The voice of the young woman caused her to jump. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you."
"No, you didn’t. I'd like the fruit plate with chicken salad."
"Yes ma'am, and to drink? We have a special home blend of hot tea."
"That would be fine. Thank you." As soon as she was alone again, Scully pulled the small visitor's guide she'd picked up at one of her stops and opened it. But she didn't focus on the words.
This trip was a sham, a throw-back to the life she'd envisioned for herself years ago. Life was what happened while you were making plans. In her case, Mulder had happened.
She'd never seen that coming. He'd been a total surprise to her, an enigma as well as, face it, a jerk. She was used to the men that saw no reason for women in their profession - whatever field that was, physics, medicine, the Bureau. But that hadn't been Mulder's problem. She wasn't even sure he knew she was female in the beginning. Of course, running to his room in a storm, wearing only her underwear had probably gotten through even to him. She smiled gently at that memory. A gentleman, Mulder had been the consummate gentleman that night.
She shook off thoughts of him and returned to the pamphlet. Her lunch was excellent which did lift her spirits some, but the sparkle of the day seemed gone.
She finally gave in and returned to the B&B. She opened the door and a movement over to her right drew her attention. A tall, dark hair man was looking at the brochures. Mulder? Had he come to find her? She took a step toward him, her mouth open to speak when he turned.
He was younger than Mulder, not as filled out when she really looked at him, and he had eyes only for the young brunette. He returned to the counter and gave her a kiss. Unexpected tears formed in Dana's eyes. She turned away.
"I hope you two have a wonderful honeymoon. We'll take the bags upstairs. Go on in the parlor and have a glass of wine." The hostess led them into the next room as the young handyman picked up their bags and headed for their room.
Dana waited until the lobby was empty, then moved quickly to the stairs. She hurried to her room. Honeymooners. She closed her eyes and leaned against the door. Why had she even thought that man was Mulder? He didn't know where she was. Okay, he was an FBI agent, but that didn't mean he would search for her.
No, there was no reason for him to come. They'd had a conversation last night. Just a conversation, like friends. That shouldn't have caused her to have him on her mind all day. She wasn't going to call him tonight. She shouldn't have last night.
She'd take a bath and go on to bed. She had no appetite for dinner anyway. Dana reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone to turn it off.
She almost dropped it when it rang in her hand. It was automatic to answer. "Hello?"
"Hi."
Damn that voice. It was huskier now, slightly damaged and he sounded like a walking wet dream.
"Uh, Scully? It's me. Is this a bad time?"
"No, no. I just walked in."
"Oh. Did you have a good day?"
"It was fine. I took a walking tour, saw the historical part of town."
"Any haunted buildings?" He asked with a grin in his voice.
She closed her eyes, way too long. "Not that I know of." She said dryly.
"Scully, you okay?" He sounded somber now, slightly concerned. She sank down onto the bed.
"Yes. What did you do today?" She asked with a lighter tone.
"Me? Well, I'm probably going to have to hock something to get my dry cleaning out, and I did laundry. My underwear drawer is full of clean things again."
She chuckled. "I guess that's good news. What else?"
"Well," she could hear him get comfortable on his couch, though she couldn't say exactly how she knew that. "I cleaned out my refrigerator, and I dusted."
"You dusted?"
"Hey, I've dusted before." He sounded slightly stung.
"When?" Was her quick retort.
"I didn't write down the date."
"Just give me a decade, Mulder."
He harrumphed, but didn’t directly respond. They were both quiet for a moment, then Mulder got up his courage. "Did, uh, did you decide if you were going to stay there the rest of your time off?"
"Well, actually I was thinking about moving on. I'm footloose and fancy free, right?" She tried for the lighter tone, but it sounded false, even to her.
"Did something happen?" He was getting some kind of vibe that worried him.
"A, uh, a honeymoon couple moved in next door, and . . . " she trailed off, why the hell had she said that? "Uh, what about you? Have a big case waiting on you for Monday?"
"Oh, uh, no. Since you were going to be out of town and I'd never want to ditch you, I decided to take a couple of days off myself. I'm footloose too."
There was silence on her end, but he didn't give himself time to think about that.
"It'd be real dumb to think about being footloose together, wouldn't it?"
Now he took in the silence. God, what had he done? It was just that last night had been so comfortable, talking with her. It had been fun.
On her end of the line, she wasn't sitting silent as much as struck dumb. He, he wanted to be with her on their time off?
"Uh, Scully, that's okay. I shouldn't have - "
"Did you have some place in mind?" She found her voice before he could retract his question.
"I, uh, I . . ." He needed to think fast, "How about Massachusetts?"
"The whole state?" But she realized she was smiling now.
"Uh, I'll find a place and call you back. How's that?"
"Mulder, you don't have to - "
"I want to. Maybe we could head over to Salem or down to the Vineyard. Go get some dinner and I'll get back to you with directions. Okay?"
There was only the slightest hesitation, maybe he only felt it because he was so anxious to hear her reply. "Okay, I'll wait to hear from you. Mulder, you're sure?"
"I'm sure. I'll see you tomorrow."
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