Title: My December.
Category: MT MSR M/S/SK friendship Angst-o-rama &
Disclaimer: Season of goodwill and all that. I’m
just borrowing them from CC and Fox who own them.
Il send them home full of eggnog, a bag of prezzies
and full tummies. No profit Bah humbug. ;))))
Summery: Sometime after 2am, Scully succumbed to her
exhaustion, watched over by the concerned brown eyes
of Walter Skinner as he sat vigil beside his two
agents. Holding the hand of one as she slept,
tucked up beside Mulder on the bed, and gently
bathing the fever from the other’s face, with cool
water. They looked like a couple of kids, instead
of two FBI agents. He glanced at his watch and
pulled his lips into a tight sad smile, as he went
back to the task of bathing his injured agent.
Merry Christmas, Fox and Dana.
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This is my December,
This is my snow covered home……
These are my snow-covered trees.
“How is he doing, Scully?”
“I need to keep him warm. He’s like an ice block….
Sir. Blankets”her voice was kinder this time, her
eyes never leaving her patient. Her fingers were
making short work of the hapless agent’s sopping
clothes. Galvanized into action, Skinner rifled the
closets for blankets or sheets, vaguely aware that he
might have bumped his own head. He wasn’t usually
this slow on the uptake. From rolling the car onto
its roof and sliding down the bank, to locating
Mulder and kicking in the door here, everything had
happened so fast. All thoughts of any injuries they
might have had on this god-forsaken night paled when
they realized that Mulder, like Elvis had left the
building, well in this case the wreck of their car.
The sight of the fresh air windshield, the blood
splatters on the dash, had them out of the car like
rats deserting a sinking ship, scouring the deep
woods below the bank.
And then they found him.
Skinner was standing and straitening his own back
while he watched her moving the stethoscope against
Mulder’s chest again, listening intently. The
younger man still heaved for breath, bound arms so
still now after so much struggling, his eyes looking
lovingly at Scully. The AD winced, his wrists looked
chaffed and raw, a testament to how powerful and
desperate his pain had made him.
Several hours alter, it was over. The worst of it
“How is he?”
“Hanging in there. Just so glad we got it all out of
him. Just taking 5 sir, before…”
Skinner gave her a wan smile watching the shadows
from the fire and candle light dance over her face.
They both felt good Mulder was calm again but he
balked at the thought that the poor guy still needed
stitching up and any rest he was having was going to
be short-lived, until Scully finished. Hell, they all
needed a break before the inevitable second stage of
purgatory began again. He wasn’t sure he could take
much more , let alone the nightmare Mulder was
going through. A lesser man would have crumbled but
Mulder had held himself admirably, facing down all
the trauma, only haring out completely when his
considerable pain threshold finally disintegrated. He
had to admit he had a new found respect , seeing such
fortitude in his agent , but at the same time , it
left him feeling that Mulder was spookier than ever.
All his own years in the hell of Vietnam, he’d never
see any one so strong in the face of pain, Mulder had
more courage than he previously given him credit for
and that had always been considerable.
“Erratic heart beat still but that’s to be expected.
His lungs are okay but a little wet sounding. I need
to sort out his leg and bind his ribs. He should feel
much more comfortable then, until we can get him to a
hospital.”Her free handing continuously stroking
Mulder’s hair while she took his vitals. “There’s a
lot of damage to flesh and some broken ribs. Nothing
major compromised, thank god, but infection and
pneumonia is something we have to be vigilant about.
I’m going to need some more pillows or blankets to
pro him up with. I have to watch him closely.”
“I can watch him if you want to sleep tonight. You’re
hurt yourself, Dana and your dead on your feet. I can
“No, she cut him off, eyes flashing protectively in
Mulder’s direction. ” With due respect, Walter, he
needs my trained medical eye, if he deteriorates in
the night with shock or infection then its best I
spot it as quickly as I can. I’ll crash later but
right now…”her eyes fell lovingly on her patient’s
sleepy face. “I’m not going to be able to sleep with
him like this anyway. I could use a coffee though.
Please tell me you found some something out there.”
Her eyes glittered hopefully despite her tired pale
“I found something, if you can call it coffee.
There’s some tinned food, some of it well…odd. But
I’ll see if I can come up with something. Necessity
is the mother of invention. I thought I saw some
camping equipment in one of the kitchen closets.
Might be able to boil up some water on a stove or
something. Failing that, the fireplace has a hook
where I can hang the kettle. I should have done it
before but there was too much going on with Mulder.
I’m going to get that started and then get some air”
“I’ll love you forever if you bring me coffee sir,
…I mean, Walter. I’m going to need warm water to
bathe him with ..and some ice or something for his
“Hey , she’s spoken for…” Mulder’s voice, strained
and wheezy from screaming, startled them both. He’d
appeared to be asleep. Both Skinner and
Scully stifled a laugh, Scully gently ruffling
“Better believe it Mister, she whispered to only to
him and smiled at his sleepy eyes, before turning to
her boss “Take a break, Walter, I think you’ve
earned it. Beyond the call of duty and all that,
Mulder and I will okay alone for a few minutes.”
“I’ll be back shortly with the water….er I was
going to hike back to the car,, see If I could
salvage anything else useful or try and flag down
someone who can get us help or back to civilization.
The storms worse though. Il go first light, it will
be easier and safer. Don’t expect anyone will be fool
enough to be driving out tonight, but in the morning
I might find other cabins with phones or power. I
suspect now a search will have got underway, but hell
its Christmas, and they’ll be less manpower looking.
I think most people will be at home with their
families.”Scully nodded, a sad wistful expression on
her face. At least Mulder was alive, probably the
best present she could have hoped for under the
circumstances. They had each other.
“I’m just grateful; for this cabin, if this hadn’t
been so close by…?” Skinner nodded, sucking in a
” I think this was a our Christmas gift, Scully. A
place of shelter and safety, even if it is lacking in
more modern conveniences. ”
“A true miracle sir, our lives and this place. Just
here when we needed it the most. The fire and the
candles, its not home, but it is Christmassy. Really
pretty, Walter. Thank you. If Mulder wasn’t…if he
…hadn’t…” Several lumps got caught in her throat
and Scully prayed she wouldn’t embarrass herself. The
days events were catching up with her , adrenalin
fading fast and all the unshed tears threatened to
run down her face like an avalanche of fear , relief
and stress of the close call they had all just come
Mulder wasn’t out of the woods yet and that terrified
her more than anything. She sent up a silent prayer
of thanks for her strength that had seen her through
these last desperate hours, for Mulder to be out of
pain and her faith that they could all be at home
very soon with their families, choking back the
silent sob that formed over her heart with the
unbidden image of her mother’s worried face that her
only surviving daughter and partner again were
missing when they should have been celebrating the
joy of Christmas, instead ruining the occasion with
worry and dread for that knock on the door. “…This
would have been perfect” she barely whispered.
“Il get that coffee. Holler if you need me, Dana.”
Scully sniffed, and forced a smile.
“..Yeah.” Skinner locked eyes with her for a second
or two longer that he intended. Wanting to tell her
that she and Mulder felt like the only family he’d
had in a while now. His jaw muscle twitched under the
urge to impart that to her, but part of him thought
better of it. He left them to their privacy.
Scully rechecked his dressing and the open wound
underneath, then scooted up the bed, taking care not
to jolt him. Mulder felt her hair tickle his face.
One warm arm slid ever so carefully around and under
his back so his head rested against her shoulder
while her other hand worked at the knots binding his
wrists. He leaned into her as she undid them one at a
time, releasing them with great tenderness, pressing
warm lips to the poor tortured skin on each with
barest pressure in a gesture that shouted, “I’m
sorry.” Pain still held him in a vice like grip but
it seems less now. He was sweat drenched and
frightened, his chest tight and throbbing but the
depth of love in Scully eyes as she looked at him,
made up for all that.
“Hey, G -man, you with me, you okay?” Lips against
his forehead, warm breath and a feeling of her
pushing his hair back. “Your poor head, we’ll get
some ice on that. ”
“Yeah.” A faint smile on the corner of his lips. A
pale shadow of his usual goofy morning grin.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry I had to put you
through that. ” Any more stroking and he’d purr like
a cat, despite the agony.
“S’alright, Scully. Had to be done. …. Was I a
“You don’t remember any of that, do you?”
“Thankfully not much, although…Scully, did I puke
on Skinner? Please tell me I didn’t…It’s vague.
“I think you owe him a new pair of loafers and suit
pants. Don’t worry; I guess he’ll think of a good
penance. ” She couldn’t quite hide the amusement in
her voice as her lips brushed his temple again. “And
you asked me to shoot you once or twice.” Mulder
closed his eyes in a painful grimace, knowing he’d
put her through hell. Again. When was she going to
get a break with him? When he looked in her eyes
again, he could see the unshed tears that refused to
fall and felt like seven kinds of heel.
“…And you’re hurt ,Scully. Are you okay? ” His
fingers shakily reached out for hers, they met,
joined and entwined.
“I’m fine Mulder.” Her eyes softened as at the crease
of worry on his face, she kissed his shoulder and put
her forehead to his. “Really. I’m tired, but I’m
okay. You came off worse than all of us put
together….” Mulder’s heartbeat began to thump
unhappily at something in her hesitation to go on.
She was playing with the hair at the nape of his
neck. Nervous breathe in his ear. Suddenly he felt
his brain catch up.
“You’re not finished? …. Scully…..”
“No, No I’m not , sweetheart. Here’s the deal….”
She felt a tightening in her stomach as she watched
the fresh anxiety pass like dull clouds over his
eyes. Her arms tightened as if trying to soften the
blow he knew was coming. He wanted nothing more at
his point to disappear into her skin and never
venture out again, heart pounding so fast , it made
him lightheaded and sick. Despite the warmth of her
body so close to him, ice ran riot in his veins.
“Mulder, honey, I’m sorry. I know you’re hurting, but
I’m going need to bathe you and clean you up a
little, then I need to do a bit of needlecraft on
that wound. Walter should be back with warm water
shortly then I can start. Just rest up a little , I’m
so sorry, we all needed to catch our breath. God this
is so hard…”
Mulder felt the first warm tears fall on his bare
shoulder. She startled when she found his fingers
worrying her cheeks, trying to catch them before they
fell. Several more streamed down her face at the
unconditional forgiveness in his eyes., the tiny
smile of affection that meant more to her than
anything right now. She was going to have to cause
him pain again, and he was giving her permission in
that gentle beautiful face. She couldn’t have loved
him more at that moment.
“You untied my arms, I…I ”
“I can’t see…that again, Mulder. See you like
that…I know…I know you shouldn’t be unconscious,
god knows this goes against all I was trained for,
all of this…But I… since you were passing in and
out while I was removing the wire, I guess… it’s a
moot point. If you feel you can’t…then you can let
go. Do what you need to get through this, even if it
means you pass out.” She couldn’t finish.
His fingers stroked hers, brought them slowly to his
lips and kissed them. “Shhh , its okay. Il be fine.
Just hope your needlework’s better than your
cooking. “He caught her eyes with a hint of a smile.
He felt exhausted, nauseous and not ready face this
again, he shuddered at the thought of more pain, but
he could see what this was doing to her. She sniffed
back her tears and wiped her eyes.
“I’ll remember that while I’m tiptoeing across your
pectorals. Besides, you said you liked my cooking.”
Fever filled eyes beamed at her, then closed. He
wasn’t going to stay the course. Not this time. She
squeezed his hand. “I’ll be as quick as I can and
very, very gentle okay?” he nodded almost
imperceptibly into the warm haven of her shoulder. If
they got out of this, he’d make Christmas up to her
and make it one to remember.
“Love you Scully.”He was crying in earnest now.
“Love you too, so much…I’m sorry. Make it up to you
soon G-man.”She kissed both eyes and rubbed his
He nodded, eyes closed, mentally calling on all his
strength to stop himself flying apart. Walter soon
returned with ice and warm water. Mulder finally let
oblivion take him just as his tortured brain cells
registered the smell of coffee. He never even stirred
by the time Scully put the first needle through his
devastated flesh and lay deathly pale and still, 200
or so inner and outer stitches later. They couldn’t
wake him. They didn’t have the heart, to try. They
let him be and felt some kind of comfort at least
that he wasn’t awake for this. The rattle increasing
in his lungs was frightening confirmation that he had
contracted pneumonia, his struggles for breath and
fever burning brightly hours later, turning his skin
to a furnace. Her fear for his life increased ten
Scully cried again as she worked while Skinner kept
her supplied with coffee and much needed moral
support. A joke when things got too hard to see what
she was doing in front of her, to bring her back, a
comforting warm hand to let her know that she wasn’t
in this alone. In the space of a tragic few short
hours her boss had been replaced but a welcome but
unexpected friend. She thanked god again for the
100th time that night.
Somehow Scully held herself up long enough to bathe
Mulder, stitch and strap up both ribs and ankle.
Mulder stirred in fever dreams, soft flickers from
the fire giving him a child like, peaceful look, so
different from one convulsed in such pain earlier.
And sometime after 2am, Scully succumbed to her
exhaustion, watched over by the concerned brown eyes
of Walter Skinner as he sat vigil beside his two
agents. Holding the hand of one as she slept, tucked
up beside Mulder on the bed, and gently bathing the
fever from the other’s face, with cool water. They
looked like a couple of kids, instead of two FBI
agents. He glanced at his watch and pulled his lips
into a tight sad smile, as he went back to the
task of bathing his injured agent.
Merry Christmas, Fox and Dana.
Eventually the cabin in the mountains fell as silent
as the snow falling outside, except for the crack
popping of the waning fire and the occasional murmurs
of pain from Mulder as he fought demons in his
troubled sleep. None of them saw the door slowly
open, the multi-colored lights that bounced off the
cabin windows and the light flurries of blizzard
flakes swirling through to the living room and around
the night visitor as he made his entrance from the
wintry night, patting the snow from clothes and
beard, the thud of his boots as he stamped off the
Oh My, he chuckled to himself gruffly, peeping round
the door to the bedroom. Eyes twinkling like candle
The old man sucked on his beloved pipe , savoring
the rich aroma as he took in his unexpected guests. A
bald man with glasses, kind of authoritarian,
looking, stocky. A petite red headed beauty, who on
closer inspection had her arm possessively around the
waist of the younger, dark haired man in the bed
covered only by blankets. He looked like a boy , eyes
closed tight against unknown pain, dark lashes
forming crescent smudges under his eyes.
Tsk tsk tsk, the sound almost silent, muffled by his
substantial beard. Oh dear.
As he got closer still, he peered right down into his
face, noting the sweat soaked hair, feeling heat,
distress, watching intently as soft moans spilled
from his lips. The sweat that poured down his face
and gave his chest a glowing sheen in the dying
candlelight, spoke of acute sickness. His chest rose
and fell in erratic, painful looking spasms and he
could see his pulse jumping in his pale neck like it
wanted to escape. There was something in the air
tonight beside the smell of candle wax, the ever-
pleasing aroma of burning logs. He sniffed the air,
Blood tainted through all the other smells and his
eyes fell back to the young man, sorrow in his gaze.
Then his eyes fell on the dressings and various blood
stained blankets at his feet and around the bed. The
man’s huge girth swelled with empathy.
Poor handsome Laddie, you’ve had a rough night
He slowly put a finger out to touch him, and then
withdrew as if burned. He was close enough to hear
the frantic beat of his heart. Pursing his lips, he
closed his eyes for a second, listening to the sounds
of life now filling the cabin, this room, before
shaking his head. Slowly and silently he closed the
door leaving them all to their sleep. It had been a
An old man sat by the fire in his favorite chair,
smoking a pipe and rocking gently while the blizzard
outside raged against the Blue Mountains, thinking it
was good to be home. But he was deeply troubled; his
thoughts returning time after time to the sick man
who burned in fitful sleep in his bed tonight. So
long since anyone had come to call, so long since
anyone had really needed him. Not his family, he had
trouble picturing them now. Not The Great Malls of
America, too old they’d said, too eccentric. Too
generous and not enough profit. They’d let him go
with a kindly but insincere handshake, after all
those years of faithful service. It was his joy to
give, much better than receiving and he was so
lonely. This was the worse time of year to be alone,
even for him. He’d come home to lick his wounds.
He missed the children, their laughter, their joy &
honesty, their ability to see magic in every living
thing, uncomplicated by the doubts and skepticism
that the passage of time brought to their hearts too
soon. They’d made him soar and gave him a chance to
fly. He was old, old and obsolete like many of his
predecessors before him. The children believed in him
once too, that made him picture the face of the young
man, the face of a believer, of magical things. The
others and the tell tale signs of exhaustion and
struggle etched in their faces, the real powerful
magic that was the love that bound the trio together,
that made them fight for his life. To give their all
for the one who had fallen.
The old man scratched his craggy white beard. That
young man in his room needed him. It hit him like the
light from the brightest star in the galaxy. He had
so few gifts left before….
But this, this he could give, some how he just knew
that this was right. For the first time in many years
he let the warmth from the fire seep into his tired
old bones as he rose from his favorite old chair, his
only friend for a long time. With renewed purpose he
moved silently back to the bedroom, the lines and
crinkles of too many unkind years melting from his
face like snow flakes, his eyes shone and cheeks
glowed beneath his mane of white beard for the first
time in as long as he could remember.
No worthier souls than these.
Something cool and wet eased across the fire of his
forehead, rousing him finally from his fevered
dreams. He opened his eyes, expecting to find
Scully’s loving hands bathing him with ice water but
the ones he was seeing were rough and calloused. He
and delirium were old buddies and deep down he
knew he had to be it its grip, but never before had
he woken like this to find Scully at least 300 pounds
overweight and sporting a craggy white beard and
nose hair. His mouth opened in hazy wonder and
somewhere along the way he thought he’d pass out
again. He squinted in the flickering flame light, a
grin slowly spreading until it blew up a riot in his
“Aren’t you Kenny Rodgers?” Mulder’s midnight
Samaritan grinned wickedly and put a finger to his
“Shhhhhhhh …” .
“Who are you?” Kenny, or whoever he was, now seemed
to be bathed in his own multi colored light source
that spread to envelop Mulder with tiny warm
pinpricks all over his body that seemed to reach
right inside him, easing the pain, the fire of
infection, the thunder in his head.
“Do you believe, son.? I feel it strong inside you.
Don’t ever let that go.”
“I…I…want to…” he was too hypnotized by the
sights and sensations that held him in a some kind of
suspension and were physically healing him from the
inside out, to form any kind of coherent sentence. It
was the most amazing feeling he could ever remember.
Like love, like pure energy, so intense he wanted to
laugh and cry at the same time. He nodded finally;
feeling dizzy as this light entity surrounded and
engulfed him, bathed him in some kind of microcosm of
pure peace and contentment. The last thing that
registered before his heavy eyelids closed was a
soothing voice full of joyful laughter. “Believe…”
“…When you were seven, Fox Mulder… that was an
imposter…I’m the real deal.”
“Get way from him, NOW”
Scully pointed her Sig at the beefy old guy hovering
over Mulder’s body. Wide eyed and voice shaky from
disturbed sleep and fright, she became the epitome
of a professional FBI agent. Skinner by her side in
an instant, following suit with his own sig. The old
guy smiled, a gentle smile on his face a thousand
years old. The bubble that held Mulder grew outwards
to envelope them both and the last thing they
remembered was the soft laughter and sound of snow
falling against the window. A far away voice echoed
all around them.
“Merry Christmas. It’s a time for miracles…choose
your dearest wish. It’s magic if you believe…”
Mulder rolled over, feeling another warm body, he
leaned into it, stretching and spooning with a
contented sigh. Strawberry shampoo reached into his
lungs as he buried his nose in her hair and breathed
her in. A smile crept over his face as he snuggled to
enjoy the contact with her skin and slid an arm over
her waist. She stirred just a little leaning back
into him and making that little noise that drove him
crazy. Mulder’s tongue made tentative little swirls
over her earlobe, delighted when she shuddered. So
content, he could stay here all day just basking in
this love so new and largely unexplored.
Tap tap tap There its was again. He wasn’t imagining
One eye opened lazily at the shy knock on the door.
It opened just a crack to reveal the delightedly
grinning countenance of Margaret Scully. She was
bouncing in the doorway like an overly excited
Doberman, Bill’s baby son, Matthew bouncing along
with her on her arm, wearing a funny little Santa hat
with a glowing bobble on top, Charlie’s four year old
daughter Lauren, hiding halfway behind her legs
hugging what looked like an new dolly.
Scully, now wide awake, emerged from the warm cocoon,
otherwise known as Mulder and peered, nonchalantly
over the covers, pulled up tight to hide both
their present nakedness. She practiced, grinning like
the good catholic daughter she was, despite their
current dubious positions, not that her mother
noticed one iota in her current state of Christmassy
exuberance. Mulder got a sudden urge to poke his head
down the blanket and study his chest. He noticed
Scully looking too. A few seconds later he shrugged.
Scully glanced at him, faint smile on her lips. She
could almost hear Mulder’s considerable brain going
through its machinations, trying to equate this
scenario coupled with fragments of screeching tires,
copious blood, Mulderscreams and a laughing old man .
It tickled the parts of their consciousness that they
couldn’t quite fathom, no matter how they tried to
work it out.
“Dana, Fox, Merry Christmas. Darlings what a
wonderful surprise. I never heard you come in. I’m so
pleased you decided to come early. Come on , we’re
just about to open the presents.” She bounced a bit
more. If that was possible “So sneaky of you. Not
that I mind of course. Just so happy you decide to
share your first Christmas with us all as a family.
I’ve warned Bill, that under pain of death he will
have to behave. I’ve even invited that lovely boss of
yours, Mr. Skinner. Can’t have that lovely man lonely
at Christmas can we? Hope you don’t mind. Ooh, this
is going to be as the best Christmas ever.” The door
snicked shut and soon the sound of Christmas carols
wafted up from downstairs along with various pleasing
smells of Christmas dinner, “Aw, Scully”.
Blue eyes met hazel in joint utter stupefaction..
Mulder was grinning, not uncharacteristically like an
idiot. Scully shook her head, her smile lightening
his heart. She looked as confused as he was. He
shrugged, the movement baring his deliciously
inviting chest. She couldn’t pull her eyes away.
“Do you believe, Scully?” Scully’s finger found
itself trailing to a point on his left chest,
expecting to find…something. When she looked up all
she saw was the love he’d carried their in his hazel
depths for more years than she could remember. Her
constant. Her touchstone. How she loved him. He
leaned down and kissed her.
“What happened Mulder?” That was his Scully, logical
as ever. The bottom lip came out in an bemused pout.
“Dunno, Scully. Guess it’s a kind magic…if you
believe.” His hazel eyes twinkled with an unknown
“I.. believe in love and that you will be there for
me no matter what.” He kissed her tenderly. “Merry
Christmas, baby,” He broke away breathless. Watching
her fingers as they settled over his heart, stroking.
“Let’s just believe, go join the others. It’s our
first Christmas. C’mon. The thought of your, mom’s
Christmas dinner is getting me hungry.”
“Okay, …okay. Merry Christmas, Mulder. I love you.”
“Love you, Scully. I’ll make you believe that
later…after Billy’s gone home.”
“Gonna hold you to that, G -man.”
Mulder looked out the window of Margaret Scully’s
back garden. The day had been perfect as any he could
have imagined. It was about love, family; acceptance
and being together, even Billy had called a truce.
Another man slid into the refection behind him,
watching the tree lights flick on and off.
“Why do I get the feeling…”
“I know…I know sir, its something. I…” He looked
at the stars and saw them move all of a sudden as if
they were dancing just for him.
Scully walked out to join them at the back door, her
arms sliding around both their waists. She planted a
kiss on both their cheeks.
“Nothing I’m just …well …feels like we have been
given a wonderful gift. I,er… can’t explain.”
“Know what I think, Mulder? ”
“It’s a kind of magic.” They all said in unison.
“If you believe…”Mulder voiced drifted into the
The old man took a bow. His last gift gratefully