Title - A Chance to Remember (4/4)
Story six In the Doors and Walls Universe
Author - Katrinka
Authors Email: Katrinka@flash.net
Rating - R
Classification - MSR 
Spoilers - Requiem
Timing: This story takes place three days after Reflections in the Waves
Keywords - A/U what if 
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Summary: After returning to work, Scully must deal with her amnesia. Mulder must make the hardest choice in his life. 

Mulder woke, he was lying in bed, and a toddler lay beside him. His daughter had been crying, and instead of waking up Scully, he had fed the child, and brought her to bed with them. His daughter fell asleep to the sound of her father's heartbeat. 

"It's April 30th, Happy anniversary." Scully told Mulder. She was standing beside his bed, holding their son. 

"You too lady." Mulder smiled.

"Doggett called, he doesn't expect you in today."

"Oh I see." Mulder said, though he really didn't see at all. "Why can't you be my partner?"

"Because partnerships between married couples are discourage." Scully smiled. "Doggett's not that bad of a partner."

"Yeah, I was lucky that you broke him in for me." Mulder smiled back. 

The toddler began to squirm in Scully's arms. "You want daddy don't you?"

"Come here Wesley." Mulder took the baby from Scully, and then he reached beneath the pillow and took out a small package. He put it in his son's hand. The boy promptly put the package in his mouth. "Give this to mommy Wes."

The child held the package up toward Scully. "Momma!"

"Thank you!" Scully took the package, opened it. She smiled. "A diamond."

"I promised you one, remember?"

"That was a long time ago."

"Only two years ago." Mulder took the ring out of the package, and put it on Scully's finger. "Marry me?"

"Again?" Scully smiled.

Mulder met Scully's eyes, he smiled. "Always." 

The scene shifted, and Mulder found himself back in his living room. Mulder was now having dreams during the daytime, brief flashes of the decision he would have to make. It would be easy for him to let himself get abducted if he didn't have to be involved with Scully. The only problem was that the flashes told him that he had to be involved with her to save her life.

*Tomorrow's April 30th." 

*I have to make up my mind soon. * 

*Scully needs me. *

*She'll need these memories. * He told himself. *She needs me to stop acting like an idiot, and start acting like a man. *

They spent a lazy morning together. Scully tried to concentrate herself on one of her professional journals, but at the same time, she kept glancing at the clock.

"What's wrong?" Mulder finally asked.

"I want to go to the apartment." Scully told Mulder. "It's not rational is it? I want to see if I can remember something else."

"You mean you want to go home?"

"No, I want to go to the apartment we shared in Oklahoma City."

"It might be rented."

"I've checked, it's not." Scully shrugged. "We need to get out stuff out anyway."

"Fine, go." Mulder pretended to be engrossed in the game he was watching. Scully picked up her cell phone to make the reservations. Reservations, Scully still hadn't gotten used to the idea of being able to teleport. If Scully flew to Oklahoma, she might be gone at least a day. 
Mulder leapt to his feet, and took the phone from her. "What are you doing?"

She looked up to him, furry in her eyes. "Trying to book a plane to Oklahoma City."

"Why don't you teleport?" 

Scully grabbed the phone from him. "That's easy for you to say. I end up in the ocean every time I teleport."

Mulder tried not to laugh; Scully was so adorable when she was angry. "It takes practice."

"You never practiced." Scully pointed out.

"I did, I just don't remember." He told her.

"I don't understand." 

"I can't remember being a Tomorrow Person, but I must have practiced teleporting. I don't know how, I just know." Mulder tried to explain.

"So you think I should practice." 

"It's simple, close your eyes. Think of the apartment. When you picture it in your mind, go."

"What happens if I don't get there?" Scully asked skeptically.

"You will." Mulder promised. 

"I don't remember what it looks like." She reminded him.

"I forgot." He took her hand. "I'll take you."

Mulder teleported Scully to the apartment.  Mulder let go of her hand. From the dreams, he knew that Scully needed pack alone. "I need to get back home."

"How do I get back?"

"I told you, think of my apartment, when you visualize it, go."

Scully raised her eyebrow. "And what happens if I end up in the ocean?"

"I'll make you dinner." Mulder smiled.

"Okay, bye then."

Mulder kissed her very gently. "If you need me, call."

"Thanks for bringing me."

"No problem." With that, Mulder was gone.

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Scully went into the bedroom. The bed was still rumpled and unmade. Scully reached out and touched a pillow. A memory came back to her. It was the middle of the night; Mulder had woken her from her sleep. 

"I wish we could slip away to some south sea island and get married. We wouldn't have to tell anyone. It would be our secret." There was loneliness in Mulder's voice. 

Scully couldn't believe her ears. "Are you proposing to me?" 

"I'm sorry, I was dreaming." Mulder looked away from her. Scully could feel the conflicting emotions in her partner's mind. He believed he had moved the relationship too fast. They hadn't even made love yet, and he was proposing.

"St. Stephens in the Caribbean have private marriages. It's not listed in the public records. No one would ever know we where married." Scully's hand went to his face, tracing it. "Let's go to St. Stephan this summer." 

Mulder looked into Scully's eyes. "You don't think we're moving to fast?"

"We've been together for seven years. We just never took the final step." 

Mulder turned, and picked the engagement ring off the bedside table. It was part of Scully's cover, it would have to be given back after the assignment. "Marry me?"

Scully nodded; there was a tear in her eyes. "Yes." 

"I love you so much Scully." Mulder put the ring on her finger. 

Suddenly Scully was back in the room. They had become lovers that night. She now understood why Mulder was so upset. Their relationship had only just begun when it was ended. 

Scully moved around the room, packing the few belongings they wanted to keep. There wasn't much, she was surprised to see that everything could be easily replaced. 

*Except for you, Mulder. * 

She went into the kitchen, yet another place that was full of memories. Touching a pan full of rotting food, Scully could remember. Her insatiable lover, making love to her while she tried to make breakfast. 


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There was still so much of the past that Dana Scully couldn't remember. The fact was that now she could remember a bit of a relationship with Mulder. Scully had to get back to Mulder. She had to tell him the news. Perhaps then he could open his heart to her. 

Scully thought of Mulder's apartment until she had a clear picture of it. Mulder was typing something on the computer. *Go to him. * She thought.  Then in an instant, she was gone.

The cold of the water shocked Scully into her senses. She fought her way to the surface, then swam to the beach. 

*Mulder, you're a dead man! * She thought. She was angry with her partner, and she didn't care if he knew it.

She pictured Mulder in her mind, then she spoke. *Mulder, you have five seconds to get here! *

*Where are you? * Her partner asked puzzled. 

*I'm at the goddamned ocean! *

A few moments passed, and Mulder appeared on the beach. Scully went to him, and hit him on the shoulder. 

"Ouch! Why'd you do that for?" Mulder yelped.

"For not staying with me!" 

"You're a big girl, you shouldn't end up in the ocean all the time!" Mulder plastered on a goofy grin. 

"I hate the ocean!"

"I can see that." Mulder walked over to her, and pulled some seaweed off her hair. 

He was enjoying this way too much. Scully shoved him hard; Mulder landed with a heap in the waves. Mulder grimaced, as his favorite Knicks jersey was soaked.

"So now we're both wet." Scully said with a smile.

Mulder nodded, he seemed preoccupied. His hands rubbed his bare foot. "I think I've cut myself on a shell."

Scully knelt beside him. "Where?"

"Made you look." Mulder pulled her down onto the beach. Before she could protest, he had covered her lips with his. As they kissed, Mulder telepathed. *I'm sorry, I was an idiot. *

*It's okay. * Scully put her arms around him, then she rolled, so that he was lying between her legs. Mulder propped himself up on his elbows, and kissed her with long-held back passion. His body moved slightly against her, small thrust after small thrust, she could feel his hardness. Memories filled Scully's mind. The time they had gone undercover as a married couple, Mulder had taken a sick pleasure in embarrassing her in front of the neighbors. 

Mulder pulled away from her a bit, moving her wet hair off her face. "You don't have to."

"I might not have to, but I want to." She began to work on Mulder's jersey, pulling it out of his pants. 

"You can't remember everything." He reminded her.

"Perhaps we should stop worrying about that, and concentrate on making new memories." She looked into Mulder's curious hazel eyes. "I love you." 

"Oh god Scully, I love you too." With that, Mulder's resistance lowered. He kissed her, as he did, his hand slipped into her shirt, his fingers finding a nipple, pinching it. With trembling fingers, he helped her unbutton her shirt. Then his fingers found the clasp to her bra, unhooking it. 

Scully busied herself with helping Mulder off with his shirt. Her hands found the front of his jeans, unfastened the button, and then unzipped the fly. She slid her hand into it. Finding his cock, wrapping her fingers around it. 

*Scully. * Mulder telepathed. His hands felt for the hem of her skirt, he pulled it up over her hips. He helped her off with her underwear. Then he was back on top of Scully. *Let me make love to you. Please, Scully. *

Scully removed her hand from his cock. Mulder propped himself up on his elbows, and looked into Scully's eyes. Scully could feel Mulder's hardness brush against her. In the water, Mulder was having trouble finding her hole. She could see the panic in his eyes. 

*I've messed up. * She could hear Mulder think. 

*Turn over. * She told him. 

Mulder did as he was told, his hardness bobbing in the slight waves. Scully straddled Mulder's body. She lowered herself onto his manhood. Slowly, very slowly, she began to move up and down. 
Mulder sat up, crushing Scully against him. They made love without words. They opened their minds to each other, and as they did, Scully's memories returned. 

***************

Scully had spent most of the afternoon on the Internet, while her partner skittered around making plans. Today was April the 30th. He had to make this day special. He had called the Lone Gunmen four times in three hours. Each time he disappeared into the bedroom so that Scully couldn't hear his plans. He wanted to make tonight special. Even though Scully couldn't remember everything, they were lovers again. They had spent most of the previous night on the beach renewing their relationship. 

It made the future seem more bearable. The foretelling dreams seemed to be coming true. Skinner had called, telling Mulder that first thing on Wednesday he would have to face an auditor. Thank the gods he would be off Monday and Tuesday. They could have two days together. Soon, very soon, their happiness would be at an end. He would enjoy it as long as it lasted. He owed it to his partner.

The doorbell rang. "Don't get up Scully," Mulder called. 

"I wasn't planning on it." 

Mulder got the door. Byers looked at Mulder. "Mulder, we brought the..." 

Mulder quickly slapped his hand over his friend's lips. "Can't you be quiet?"

"What's up?" Langly asked.

"Come into the kitchen." Mulder directed, glancing at Scully. Thankfully, she was still working on the computer. 

"What's the deal?" Langly asked as he placed the partials on the counter.

"You and Scully?" Frohike asked.

"We're partners, nothing more." Mulder said as innocent as he could.

Byers reached out, his fingers touching something on Mulder's neck. "You have a *hickey*? I thought only teenagers got those."

Mulder only shrugged, and began to examine the packages. 

"It's about time the two of you got back together." Langly told him.

"Perhaps this change will mean that the two of you'll become more then just lovers. Perhaps she'll make an honest man out of you." Frohike said.

"You should propose to her." Langly agreed. "Is that why you asked us to bring some food?"

"A nice romantic evening." Frohike smiled.

"I wouldn't go that far." Mulder checked the wine. "I just lost a bet to Scully. Nothing else."

"You're an idiot, she's in love with you." Frohike told him. "There's not many woman who would put up with your UFO chasing." 

"Leave him alone," Byers told his friend. "He's allowed to live his own life."

"We'd better get going." Langly nudged Frohike.

"You owe us big for this!" Frohike smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll pay you back." Mulder promised.

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Mulder had been acting strange. Far stranger then he had when he was going after aliens, far stranger then the time he had drug Scully to a UFO convention.  Mulder had the Lone Gunmen bring them dinner. He had scuttled around in the kitchen without telling her anything. 

Mulder carried a piece of cloth to the kitchen table. With a flick of his wrist, the cloth was lying on the table. He spent several seconds straightening it. The cloth was a deep red that she knew that he couldn't see with his eyes. Then came the candlesticks. Emerald green, with matching candles. 

The plates came next. Emerald greens so clear that she could see the tablecloth underneath it. Mulder had color coordinated everything. It made her wonder how. How could Mulder see the colors to coordinate them?

*It looks like the winter holidays, * Scully thought. 

Mulder looked at her with that familiar goofy grin. He walked over to her, kissing her lips gently. "Dinners ready."

"I didn't hear you make dinner."

Mulder's smile grew wider. "No, you didn't. I have the Lone Gunmen bring us something from Kim Yon OK's."

"My favorite place."

*Love you, * Mulder whispered in her mind.

"Love you too. * 

Mulder's lips descended on hers again. He sat beside her on the couch, kissing her longer, Scully could taste the food on Mulder's breath. 

*Sneaking my food are you? * Scully teased.

"Love makes me hungry." Mulder pulled away from her and pouted. "Sorry."

Scully couldn't' resist Mulder's pout. "It's okay."

Mulder took her hand. "Let's eat."

Scully began to unfasten Mulder's shirt. "Later."

*****************

After another love making session, Mulder and Scully finally ate the now cool food.  Mulder put his favorite Styx CD on the player. "Dance with me."

Scully got to her feet. Mulder took her into his arms, holding her close, then began to dance with her. As he did, he sang along with the music. Scully never laughed at his singing. Instead she seemed to appreciate it. 

"Mulder." 

"Hummm?" he loved feeling the movement of his partner against him as they danced. 

"The visit to the apartment did me some good." She confessed. 

"It did?"

"It answered a lot of questions."

"That's good."  He pulled her closer to him. 

"So, when are you going to get me a ring to replace the one that was taken during my abduction?" Scully asked.

Mulder pulled away from her. "You *remember* that?"

"I remembered some at the apartment, and then after we made love, I remembered more." 
Scully looked away from him. "I'm not sure I remember everything."

"It doesn't matter. You remember something." Mulder couldn't help but smile. 

"Your not angry for me not telling you?"

"Of course not!" Mulder came to a decision. He had to act on his premonitions. He had to save his lover's life.  He took the ring out of his pocket, and slipped it onto Scully's finger. "Marry me?"

Scully looked down to the ring, a plain golden band. "Where did you get this?"

"It was my mothers. She left it to me, with the express instructions that I give it to you." Mulder dropped to one knee. "Well Scully?"

"Well what?"

"Marry me." He said, looking up to her. 

"When?"

"Now. Let's go off to St. Stephens and get married. Not tomorrow, but this instant." Mulder said very quickly, as if saying it slowly would give Scully time to refuse.

"I'd love to." Scully put her arms around his shoulders, and pulled him closer to her. 

Mulder got to his feet, and kissed his lover's lips. "I love you Dana Scully. I've never loved anyone the way I've loved you."

"I love you too Mulder." 

Mulder took Scully's hand, and thought of St. Stephan island. Suddenly they were on the island, standing in front of a hotel. 

"Let's get a room, then go get married." He suggested, putting his arm around Scully's shoulders. 

""Let's get married, then get a room?" Scully countered.

"All right, lets." A feeling of warmth enveloped Mulder. Scully would be safe now, no matter what happened to him in the future. His lover's safety was all that mattered. 

Death can not stop true love, 
It can only delay it for awhile!
The Princess Bride