Those Days are Gone

Title: Those days are gone



Title:
Those days are gone Part 4

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 better then best of course

Note1:
you’ve noticed I have my life back and this time its forever. I have passed my
Latin exam with a B for all those souls out there who have crossed their
fingers for me. I still can’t believe it that the most import exam of the whole
first part of my studies is now behind me.

Note2:
so this Latin exam was the excuse why I am so late with part 4

Those
days are gone

By Mary Eve Parker

 

 

She really can’t remember who she is or who
we are. I can’t believe it. I was holding my hands over my stomach, watching
her. I can’t believe it because it is mostly my fault, somehow.

Fox was still holding her in his arms,
loosely pressing her against his body, but she was still in his arms and then
she said that she couldn't remember a thing. Shit.

 

¶¶¶

 

He had asked me if I remembered anything and
I really didn’t remember one person in this room. He was still near me and his
warm breath fell against the skin of my neck. A shudder ran over my whole body.
Who was this man who was taking care of me?

 

I am sure that he knew me because he had
called me Scully, but Scully isn’t a name. It’s maybe my family name or a nick
name he gave me. Dana must be my name. The first time I moved he had called me
Dana. Dana. I am Dana. But who is this man?

 

“Fox, I think she should take a warm and
relaxing

He was Fox. Fox, what a strange name!

 

“Yeah that’s a good idea. Dana, do you want
to take a bath? I mean I can't force you to take one and if you don’t feel up
to it ….”

 

“I guess I am old enough to take a bath,” I
said and tried to get out of his arms.

 

“Stay a little longer here with me,” he
whispered into my ears and pressed me against him again.

Thll wll woman didn’t say a thing; she got
the baby out of the crib and sat down, gave it the bottle and stared at us. I
let him hold me a little longer. It felt good and so real. Was he the man in my
life or just a friend? Her man?

Slowly I got rid of him. God he smelled like
Amour himself, I guess if this other woman … Sarah? … Wasn’t there … and I knew
who he was…

 

“I will take a bath. I guess ….” I felt
dizzy and the moment I started to fall, he was behind me, catching me before my
body even hit the floor.

 

“Dana”, I heard him saying, holding me.- “I will bring her to our room. She has to
sleep a little. Maybe she hit her head badly.”

 

“I guess so Fox, bring her to bed and I will
get her something to eat.”

 

 

 

¶¶¶

 

I can't believe that I did this to her. That
it’s my fault that she is like she is now. That she can't remember a thing.

Sure I still don’t like her, she is a pain
in the ass but Mulder cares for her as if she is the most important part of his
life. On the phone he never talked about anybody else, only Scully.

 

“How is she?” I asked, standing in the door
to their room.

 

“She has hurt her head badly but nothing
that won’t come back to normal as before. She is,” he smiled at her, “she is so
stubborn that this won't be a problem for her. I am sure it will just take a
day or two for her to remember everything again.”

 

“I will bring you a glass of water and an
Aspirin,” I said and went to the bathroom with a glass in my hand.

If I really want Fox to help me a little, to
bring me Jarod, we need to help her recover the fastest way. He is the only one
who would be able to reach Jarod.

 

Slowly I went into the room. She was in bed,
the window slightly open. Mulder had put the second blanket over her. She was
sitting leaned against the headboard, Fox behind her.

They really must have a special
relationship. She can't remember him but she trusts him enough to sit with him
in such an intimate position.

 

 

¶¶¶

 

She was there again, wearing a little more
than before. I noticed the belly. She was pregnant and there was a baby in the
crib. Was it also hers?

 

“Thank you,” I said and took the water and
aspirin from her.

 

“Do you want something to eat? I was
starting to make breakfast, some rolls with butter and marmalade or do you want
some cereals? Just let me know.”

“Thanks a lot but what about a cup of
coffee? I mean I would take some tea too and I’d really like to ….”

 

“Dana you stay in bed here – don't try to
help her. Sarah is able to make you a cup of coffee herself. She might be
pregnant but god she isn’t immobile.”

 

Sarah laughed and headed out. I let myself
sink back against Mulder’s chest. His hands were on my hips, nearly around my
waist. We have to have a special relationship to be like this in front of
others. It felt so right to sit there, my back against his chest, my whole body
between his legs. I could feel his breath against my ear.

 

“Tell me about myself, please,” I asked him
and took the Aspirin with the water.

 

“What do you want to know Dana? Just ask
me.”

 

I put a strand of hair behind my ear. “What
do I do for a living?”

 

“Well that’s an easy one Dana. You are a
forensic pathologist but you don’t practise, well not really.” He took several
deep breaths. “You are a Special Agent with the FBI.” I put the glass to the
nightstand. “You work with me on the X-Files.”

 

“We work together,” I said and wanted to see
his face.

 

“Yes, Dana we work together. I am the freak
and you are the pessimistic one in our relationship.”

 

“Our relationship?” Now it could get
interesting I guess.

 

“Partnership I guess would be more the right
word. We work together and we are good friends. Well I guess it’s not a secret
that you are my very best friend and the only one I can talk to if it’s needed.
I trust you, the only person in the whole world. And normally I get you out of
bed at late night hours or early in the morning to go on freaky cases. You
mostly never say a word, but I can read you like a book, sometimes.”

 

So this handsome guy and I were just
partners. How did that work?

 

“How long now?”

 

“What?”

 

“How long do we work together now?”

 

“Five long years”

 

“Am I that bad that the years seem so long?”
I said and chuckled.

 

“God no Dana you were amazing. I don’t know
what I would have done without you. I am not sure where I would be if they
hadn't transferred you to the X-Files.”

 

“Hm…” Five years and we were just friends.
Maybe he is married or has a girlfriend or maybe, no, he can't be gay. No way.

 

“And what else can you tell me about me.”

 

The man behind me laughs and his hand closes
around my waist and pulls me a little more into him. I took a sharp breath.

 

“Okay. You are a Navy brat Dana, your D
wa
was in there and your two brothers are with the Navy too – Bill and Charley.
Your Dad died a couple of years ago. You’ve always been his Starbuck and he was
your Ahab, you know from Moby Dick. Your sister, Missy, was killed a couple of
years ago. You’ve a tattoo on your lower back. Well what more to say, you love
trashy love novels and you hate me for teasing you with them. You really like
these healthy stuff and you’ve never been a good eater. You trained a lot since
we know each other and you changed a lot). Your hair is a darker shade of red
now and you eyes are bluer. Like ice, sometimes as deep as the ocean.

You normally wear all black or dark blue for
work but you know that I like you relaxed a lot more because it fits you
better. I really like this light blue sweater with the boat neck line. It
matches your eyes.”

 

God he knows a lot about me. I like the way
he talks about me, his voice is deeper than normally. I swear so.

 

“You have a neat handwriting and you
sometimes really beat the shit out of me.”

 

“What do I do with you?” I said and turned
around. His hands still clamped together.

 

“You don’t beat me literally but you aren’t
really nice when you are angry at me what happens from time to time on a
regular base.”

 

I can get angry. Hm. Well that’s possible.

 

“And do I have …“- a boyfriend, that’s what
I wanted to ask but I haven't had a chance to finish it.

 

“As far as I know Dana you don’t but I can't
be sure because it's none of my business.”

 

“I am sure that you know quite well about
it.”

 

“Like I said it’s none of my business.”

 

Sarah came in with some roles, coffee and
marmalade like she said, butter and honey.

 

“That’s traditional Austrian breakfast Dana,
relax and eat a little. You’ll need your strength.” She looked at me. “This” -
she pointed to the red one - “this is cherry” - the yellow one - “that’s
apricot marmalade” - and another red one, just a little lighter - “that’s red
current.” And she went outside again.

 

“I will make you one too – up or downside of
the roll?” I asked him and cut one in two pieces.

“The upper one of course,” he said and I
could feel his smile.

I put some butter on his part of the role
and waited. “Red current,” he said and I did some with the spoon on it.
“Thanks,” he said and I heard the bite into the fresh roll.

I made myself one with apricot. Slowly I
sipped on my hot coffee, thinking about what he had said about me and my life.
None of his business? I can't remember a piece of my life but I can be sure
that he was involved somehow into it and that I would care about him and his
feelings a lot. I am not sure but he seems to be important for me. Somehow.

 

“Tell me about your life and what you do,” I
asked.

 

“Well what do you want to know? There isn’t
a lot to say. I am a single freak who can't stand his first name, hasn’t got a
lot of friends – well only the Lone Gunmen next to you – and who has a nice
porn collection,” he said and I had to laugh about his last statement.

 

“It’s not funny Dana, really not.”

 

“Sorry I had to laugh about your joke about
the por…”

 

“It isn’t a joke Dana, really not.”

 

“Oh...”

 

“Yeah I forgot to say that you were raised
very catholic and that from what I know, you were a nice little catholic girl.”


 

“Fox …”

 

“Dana, please call me Mulder. I really don’t
like my name.”

 

“But I’d like to call you Fox; she is
calling you Fox too.”

 

“I have told Sarah about three hundred times
but she won’t listen to me or remember it the next time. You can call me Fox
if you want but I don’t like this …. “

 

“It’s okay; really I will call you Mulder.
Do I always do that?”

 

“Yes, we always play this game.”

“Okay.” I said and ate a second role, this
time I got the better, the upside.

 

“Can I have the other side with just honey?”
he asked me and I started to put some butter on it when he stopped me.

 

“No butter Dana.”

 

I just put the honey on the roll with the
spoon and got some on my finger. I couldn’t even think about what to do when I
felt a warm wet around my finger, when he licked the sweet liquid of my
fingers, sucking them deeply into his warm mouth. I couldn’t resist, I moaned.

With one hand, the breakfast found his place
on the nightstand, in the next second I was resting completely on him, pressing
myself against him. His mouth still around my finger. My eyes were closed.

I couldn’t remember a moment when I got
aroused because of somebody suckling my fingers. Well remember …

 

I slowly moved up to be on one level with
his face and leaned down to kiss his gorgeous mouth. I wanted his plump lip.

 

“We can't do this Dana, we can't,” he said
and rolled away from under me. Frustrated I sat up and he headed out of the
room.

 

 

¶¶¶

 

I was standing in the kitchen, cooking some
soup for Lunch, when she headed, with a blushed face, out of the room into the
direction of the bath room.

 

What happened?

Fox slowly, a couple of seconds later maybe
a minute, came out of the room. He looked exhausted.

 

“What happened?” I asked calmly.

 

“Nothing, Sarah,” he said and moved to
Caroline and took her out of the crib, took her to the window and sang a little
for her.

 

I am not sure how long I watched Fox with my
baby, how much I hope that this would be done by Jarod soon.

 

Where was Dana?

 

~End Part 4 ~

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