Going Lunar--Part 6
by Lolabeegood

E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com
Distribution: Archive freely with my name attached

Rating: PG
Categories: S, R
Keywords: Mulder/Scully UST, Post-Ep
Spoilers: Everything up to and including Pine Bluff Variant
Summary:  The night sky gives them some solace. 

Author's Notes: 

Just a little scene that has been working itself out in my 
head and I thought I'd put to paper. 

You might want to read the first 5 parts to see where I'm 
going with this one, but it still works on its own.  
Honourable mention goes to the HBO mini-series 'From the 
Earth to the Moon'

I do not own the characters.  I do not make any money from 
this.

Enjoy!

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The knock on my door startles me.  I was just putting away 
some dishes and thinking about calling my mother to explain 
why she hasn't heard back from me this last week.

"Mulder," I greet him as he stands on the other side of the 
door.

"Hi Scully," he says, not waiting to get invited in as he 
passes me.

"I was just thinking of calling you and seeing how you were 
feeling," I lie.

"Its fine," he says lifting his bandaged hand "but I was 
wondering if you could change the dressing, I spilled 
mushroom soup on it yesterday and it's starting to smell 
funky."

"Sure," I laugh at him and direct him towards the table 
and chairs.

I walk to my bedroom to grab my medical bag and plop it 
down on the table before him.  I sit on a chair and place 
my outstretched hands in front of him.  He smiles down at 
them and places his hand with the broken finger in mine.

"So," I start as I unwrap the splint.  "Any more word from 
the CIA?"

"No," he says nodding his head in dismissal "they're denying 
any involvement or responsibility."

"Have you spoken with Skinner?"

"No, I thought I should lay low with him for the weekend."

"Good idea," 

We sit in companionable silence while I finish unwrapping the 
splint.  When I test the mobility of his 
finger, he wakes up again.

"Ahh, Scully!" he says as he tries to pull his hand back from 
me.

"You did want me to check it out, Mulder," I remind him.

"But it doesn't move very well right now and you pulling it..."

"Mulder, I wasn't..." I start and stop when I notice him 
fixating on the clock behind my head. "Do you have to be 
somewhere?"

"Huh?"

"You're looking at the clock," I say.

"Scully, what are you doing tonight?"

"Excuse me?" I ask as I finish wrapping the splint.

"Tonight?  Are you going anywhere?"

"Mulder, it's almost 9 o'clock on a Sunday.  Unless I'm going 
to a 24-hour grocery store, there aren't many places I could 
be."

"Great," he says as he rises from his seat.

I watch him walk to my living room and, finding the remote, 
turns on my television.  I follow him, dumbfounded, wondering 
what could be so intriguing on TV for him.  It's probably a 
basketball game or some special on the playboy mansion, I 
remind myself.

"Come and sit, you'll like this." He says as he pats a cushion.

On the TV I suddenly hear a familiar voice from the past 'We 
choose to go to the moon'.

"Mulder, what is this?" I ask as I sit next to him.

"A miniseries called 'From the Earth to the Moon'.  It just 
started a few weeks ago, I caught the first two episodes but 
missed last weeks."

"We both missed a lot last week." I remind him as the show's 
opening credits play.

"I am sorry about that Scully," he says as he places a hand 
on my knee. "I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't."

"I know," I say feeling the heat from his palm through my jeans 
"I was just so worried about you."

"I'm fine." He smiles at me as the show starts.  

We both look toward the screen and watch the story of the 1968 
mission unfold before us.  Mulder's hand stays on my knee until 
I rise to go to the washroom one commercial break.  When I return 
he's got two glasses of milk sitting on the coffee table and has 
pillaged my cupboards for cookies.  The open bag of Chips Ahoy! 
are sitting on the table as he munches on one.

"Make yourself at home," I joke as I look down at his relaxed 
form, his feet casually up on my coffee table and his arm across 
the back of my sofa.

"You never keep cookies in the house.  I hit the mother lode when 
I found these!" he jokes as he leans forward and dips a cookie in 
some milk.

"My mother brought them over last week.  There was a buy one get 
one free sale on and she didn't need two bags of cookies."

"And I always took your mother for the home-baked cookie type," 
he smiles at me.

"She bakes pies more than cookies," I say as I take a seat, snag 
a cookie from the bag and pick up my glass of milk.

I sit back against the cushions holding my milk and dipping my 
cookie only to realize that Mulder's arm is now around the back 
of me.  It's nice feeling his warmth around me.  He makes no move 
to place it on my shoulder or down my side, he just keeps it 
across the back of the couch.  I find myself adjusting my sitting 
position until I am leaning slightly toward him but not into him.  
It's comfortable that way and he doesn't pull back.  

The show itself is quite interesting.  It was a mix of real and 
staged footage with drama inter-mixed to bring the characters to 
life.  I could see why Mulder had been following the series.  I 
can also identify with one of the women on the show that is 
scared her husband won't ever return because he's on a mission.

As the music triumphantly sounds at the end of the show I reach 
towards the table and place my empty milk glass down.  

"So?" he asks as his hand softly falls on my knee again "did you 
like it?"

"I did, it's amazing what the space program, in its infancy, could 
achieve," I say trying to stifle a yawn.

"I better let you get to bed." He says patting my knee and rising 
from the sofa.

He grabs the bag of cookies and starts to do up the top as I pick 
up the glasses and walk them towards the sink.

As I place the glasses in the sink I pause for a moment as I feel a 
yawn coming on and I want to get it out before I turn to face him 
again.  Before the yawn is done I feel him come up behind me and 
place his two large hands on my hips.  I stand more upright at his 
touch.

"Same time next week?" he asks softly into my ear.

"Mulder?" I ask as I turn my head to see him.

Our lips brush up against each other and he steals a soft kiss.  
It's almost a phantom kiss because I question whether it really 
happened afterwards.

"My place, next week," he says as he releases me.

When I turn he is already at the door with his hand on the knob.

"Mulder..." I start but stop when I see his uneasiness.  He's 
worried that I will say something about the kiss being unwanted.  
I can tell he's thinking that as I look at him.

"Should I bring the cookies?" I smile at him

A grin spreads across his face from ear to ear and it makes my heart 
leap.

"Nah, I'll pick up something else for us.  Night, Scully," he says 
as he walks out the door and shuts it softly behind him.



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The end of part 6