Those Days are Gone

Title: Those days are gone



Title:
Those days are gone Part 2

Author:
Mary Eve Parker mary_eve_parker@yahoo.com


Archive: where ever you want it

Homepage:
www.eves-paradise.de.vu & www.mary-eve-parker.de.vu

Rating:
NC 17 Category: Crossover Pretender / X-Files ~~ Parker POV,
Scully POV

Timeline:
tP-before season 3; XF- around season 5

THANKS:
to Mel, my always very best beta J & Nancy for critics and help

Note:
well it’s a response to two challenges … the twin one and the one parker finds
a baby in front of her door … even if not one of them was planned!

Note 2: well firstly I wasn’t happy
about the idea to write a crossover because they are really complicated but I
thought about it a couple of days, and I realised that it would be an ultimate
goal – to write a third X-File story. I am sure that there will be somebody out
there criticising my picture of Scully and Mulder, sure, always is – but let me
say that they are mine now and I do what I want with them!

Those
days are gone

By Mary Eve Parker

 

I saw her and noticed that she was studying
me. Sarah was wearing a black fuzzy robe and sweats, a pair of warm woollen
socks and not to forget a beautiful smile when she noticed Mulder sleeping on
her sofa. She was an amazing woman. Unfortunately.

 

I noticed the look on her face – she doesn’t
like me and I don’t care. Sarah and I seem to be day and night and on the other
hand we seem to be a little alike – we both had the ability to build up walls
and mine was up now. I wasn’t interested in getting hurt by her.

She was able to shoot this cold look at me,
to stare at me li wou wouldn’t be there on the other hand but when she noticed
Mulder’s sleeping form on the sofa her look changed into a soft and caring one.
Cute, but not funny. I was far away from feeling well in the situation. God, it
was one of these situations Mulder had pushed me in again. On the one hand I
should be happy to be away from Washington
for a little while, and how often do you have the chance to go to Austria? But this sharing a room with Mulder was
another thing that was really bothering me. My bed wasn’t a king size but a
comfortable big double bed and he would have to sleep on the smaller old sofa.
Well I would tell him after a night or two that we might change but I can tell
the answer right now that he won’t agree with me. He is always so stubborn,

 

This Ms. Parker came towards me and stared
at me while I gave her little daughter the bottle. Suddenly Caroline stopped
sucking and she had fallen asleep while drinking. God this was a hard time for
me. This was so hard, harder than I would believe that it could ever be. A baby
in my arms and it was still alive. I just have gotten the report that I would
never be able to give birth to a child, its not that I don’t care about it, I
just haven’t ever thought about it. Not that anything had ever happened.
Everything was platonic and it sucked. I haven’t even tried, not given me a chance
to try things and this really bothered me a little lately.

¶¶¶

 

I haven’t had let anybody near Caroline
since she was in my arms again, since I have realised that I was a mother. She
was mine and only mine and it disturbed me a little to see her asleep in
another woman’s arms. It seemed so natural but on the other hand it was so
wrong.

 

Before Mulder left I had asked him to hand
Jarod a message of mine. I am sure that he had started to think where I would
be and searching for me. I wanted him to know that I was safe with our kids.

Even now, I could hardly believe I couldn't
believe that we have children together, him and me. It was something new,
absolutely new for me.

 

“Do you want to bring her to her crib”, I
asked Dana and stared at her.

My little Caroline had fallen asleep while
nursing; it wasn’t the f tim time this happened but the first time in another
woman’s arms.

 

“Can I hold her a little longer?” she asked
me and tried to smile.

The feeling overcome me that something
wasn’t right here but I didn’t dare to ask what it was – she was still a
foreigner for me even if she was a doctor. She wasn’t a friend of mine.

 

Dana seemed to be a cold person, maybe the
second ice queen, maybe, because I would bet that she is easier to melt down
that I was and am.

 

We heard Mulder moving in sleep and she
smiled at his winding form. Within a couple of seconds she had put Caroline
into her crib and went to Mulder to put the blanket over him again. The last
time he turned around he had put it on the floor.

If I saw it right, from my point of view,
then she had placed a soft kiss on his forehead when she tucked it over his
shoulders.

 

Slowly she came back and sat down opposite
me at the kitchen table. I am not sure how long I stared at her but I noticed
that she haveryvery beautiful face, strong lines and soft freckles all over and
that she was hiding a beauty mark under the makeup, well the rest of makeup.

 

“So you are partners”, I started.

“Yes we are for nearly a little over five
years now.”

“Hm … well so you know Fox very well.”

“I guess I could say that, we are good
friends.”

“I am sure he is still this knight in
shining armour.”

“I am not sure what you mean by that if you
talk about Mulder but he is still a gentleman if you mean that.”

“Na … “, I had to giggle, “I didn’t mean
that … when we met years ago in England
he was able to get every women he wanted – but he was never interested in any.
I mean sure there was Phoebe … I was told … but nobody else …. I mean … well is
this still the same?”

 

From what I saw on her face I was able to
bet that she was shocked, deeply shocked by my words. Did this woman not know
the man I knew?

 

¶¶¶

 

I was more than sure that they were more
than just partners. Look at her, I thought, it has to be more than just
partners. He hasn’t changed a bit so how could she resist him?

 

Something was wrong

 

I can remember the time like it would have
been yesterday when I met him at the Campus of Oxford, he was wearing this grey
suit, which was perfect but a little small, too short to be honest. He was a
tall guy and not in a sports team, except shooting. So I had the hots for him.
God this seemed to be an eternity ago. Many things have changed and I have
changed but he seemed to be the same.

 

He sat up on the sofa and now Dana was
kneeling on the floor and they were talking about something. I couldn’t
understand it.

 

It was nearly eight at night and I was
tired, mostly because I knew that Caro would wake up around 2 again and that I had
to feed her and that even with my small belly, sleeping isn’t comfortable
anymore.

 

¶¶¶

 

I felt her eyes on me while I asked Mulder
how he was. He looked pale and I asked him if he wouldn’t want to lie down in
the bedroom for a little while. It was cooler there and the air was better.

He nodded slowly but told me that he would
want to eat something before it.

I went to the fridge, “What does he want to
eat? I mean I asked you to come so at least I can cook you something nice.”

“Thanks but make yourself comfortable Sarah;
I will make him a snack. He isn’t well so I guess he should go to bed and I
will bring it when finished.”

“No Dana I don't have anything to do and I
really want to make him something to eat. It’s fine. Sit down and relax,
everything is fine.”

“Please look at you, in your condition you
have to rest!”

“Guess what I am doing all dang? ng? For
sure I am not at the Olympics and in no condition to climb a mountain with the
twins in my belly but I am able to make him a soup.”

I was standing there, staring into her
incredible blue eyes. She was cold and she couldn’t stand me, I was sure about
that but who cares?

 

“Okay you can make the soup. I will bring
him to bed to let him sleep a little more if this is okay with you Sarah.”

She didn’t say a word, just went up from her
sitting position and headed to the fridge.

 

“Mulder get up from here and go to the
bedroom,” I whispered into his ear. He slowly nodded and we both moved to the
bedroom. He needed a little help because he felt dizzy – his warm arm resting
around my shoulders.

 

“So get out of these,” I pointed on his
jeans, “and up with you into the bed.”

“Scully you are sleeping in the bed, we
agreed on in that!”

“Shut up Mulder before I really tickle or
kick you. You are sick, Spooky, and you should be in bed – in a bed! I really
don’t like sleeping on the sofa but I guess I am old enough to handle it.”

“We could share this …. “ - I realised he
couldn't be really sick if he was teasing like this. Maybe a little sick, but
not seriously ill.

 

Mulder had always been the kind of friend
and mentor who wouldn’t go into too personal areas. He always knew how much is
bearable, and what would be too indiscrete – at least he was that way around
me.

 

I watched him stepping out of the jeans and
folding them neatly over a chair, his shirt joined them. Neatly. He was
standing in front of me just in his dark red cotton boxershorts with little
evils on the right leg. Cute. God this man was just gorgeous; I was unable to
ignore that any longer.

 

Mulder had been the one for a long time, the
only one I was really interested in but the looks he got from this “new” woman
really weren’t just looks. There must have been something between themre
re
than just something. I am not yet sure if they had a relationship or not, I am
far away from being sure, but somehow it feels like that.

Something nobody wants to talk about.

 

“Scully,” he said, looking at me. I must
have been standing here for minutes staring at the wall where he’d been
standing before. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed.

 

“Yeah?” I asked silently and sat down next
to him on the bed. I tucked him a little deeper under the blanket and got the
second orom rom his bed on the sofa and put it over mine.

“Stay with me a little please! I don’t want
to be alone …” he was talking like a baby, a small child or maybe even a young
teenager. We’ve been through a lot during all those years. Often I have been at
his hospital bed waiting for him to wake up and he had been at mine. Somehow we
couldn’t be together for a long time, nor could we be apart.

“Sure Mulder, I will stay with you.” I said
and put my hand over his. “You shall relax a little and Sarah will bring you
some soup soon.”

“Sarah … “, Mulder said with a sigh, “The
same as she was so many years ago.”

“How did you meet?” I asked him and stared
at our hands.

“You really wanna know?” I just nodded.

 

“I was at Oxford and one afternoon I was sitting in the park
of the Girl’s College waiting for Phoebe to return from the library and there I
met her. She was studying law but was just visiting a friend there. Later she
started to make a year in Oxford. We met a couple of times behind
Phoebe’s back because this woman got so jealous so easily. We’ve spent a couple
of nights together but it wasn’t serious not for her or for me. She was always
a cold person, never speaking about her feelings or what was going on in her
head but she was good in bed …. I can't believe that I am telling you that” –
nor could I believe he is telling me that – “so we went two different ways …. I
joined the FBI and she started to work at her Dad’s company. I haven’t heard
from her in ages, till she called and asked for help. I couldn’t refuse.”

 



¶¶¶

 

I started to show early, I remembered the
time when I was able to button my favourite pair of jeans. Today most of my
trousers and skirts have elastics to grow with me.

 

Sometimes when I am in bed I imagine how it
would be to have him here with me – Jarod - how it would feel to have somebody
to warm your back at nights and get up when Caroline wakes up for her bottle or
just somebody to talk to. I feel alone most of the time. I guess itls als a
little better to have Mulder around.

He had always been the one I was able to
talk to, even if not about my life. We'd been close the few weeks we were
together. I never liked his girlfriend a lot. I met Phoebe once… I think that
was her name. She shot me a look that told me “This is mine” referring to
Mulder. I smiled at her with the knowledge that just he and I knew the truth
about it.

 

Now I was cooking him a chicken noodle soup
while she was maybe sitting at his bed or maybe even curled up around him. Who
knows? I begged me to like her because she was a doctor. I will need one
sooner or later but she wasn’t the type of woman I could get in touch with. She
was maybe too much like me. The soup was nearly cooking and I got the noodles
out of the fridge to warm them up for him. I mixed the chicken soup with the
noodles and put them into a high, big mug.

 

Slowly going to see if Caroline was still
asleep, I put the bowl on the tray and a glass of orange juice and some aspirin
I still had in my small pharmacy. When I opened the door to their sleeping
room, I saw it.

 

Scully, this small red haired woman was
sleeping, and Mulder had curled up around her, both under the two blankets.

It can't be ….

 

 

~PART 2 END~

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