Title: Memories on Ice

Authors: Paula S. and Rotem Shahar

Feedback: Paula: krazyscully@yahoo.com Rotem: LaughsR@prodigy.net

Summary: Some ice-skating and shared memories lead to a confession of sorts.

Rating: PG

Category: R

Keywords: MSR, fluff

Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully aren't ours. They belong to Chris Carter, 
1013 Productions, and FOX. No infringement is intended.

Archive: All the archives of the lists that this is sent to is fine, ask us 
first for anywhere else. We'll say yes!:)

Thanx to Batty for betaing!

*~*X*~*
Basement Office

Mulder looked at his watch and then up at Scully. It was 5:30 on a Friday 
night. He had no plans what so ever and did not want to scour over paper 
work for the rest of the night. 

Scully looked perfectly content to keep working. She sat at the desk 
completely engulfed in the file in front of her. He almost did not want 
disturb her, but alas he could not spend one more moment in this god 
forsaken basement. 

"Scully," He said quietly. 

"Hmm?" She still was looking at the paper trying to tear her eyes away from 
it. 

Sometimes he didn't understand how she could look so cute while she was 
reading. 

"Want to do something?" He asked.

"What?" She finally finished the sentence and looked up at him. Her eyes 
looked a little tired as though she had been staring for some time and 
forgot to blink. 

"Do you want to do something?" 

"Now?" She asked. 

"Yeah, I'm sick of it here," He whined.

 "Well, that's just a given." She closed the folder on the desk and turned 
to him, giving him her full attention. She fought a smile. He always looked 
so adorable when he wanted something. 

"Yeah, but no....really. Please." He hated begging but somehow he already 
was. 

"Sure, you want to get dinner or something?" She asked. 

He was a bit surprised. Scully usually put up more of a fight. 

He bit his lip, "Yeah, come on." 

He all but leapt up from his seat to get his coat. She couldn't help but 
laugh. He got both their coats and helped her with her coat, as any 
gentleman would do. They gathered their things and talked amiably all the 
way to the car. Once in the car, they just sat there. 

"So, where do you want to go?" Scully asked, even though she wasn't in the 
driver's seat. 

She didn't know why, but for the last week or so they had been going to work 
in one car and Mulder was always driving.

"Well, I was thinking." He started the car. "Have you ever been ice skating?" 

Scully blinked and slowly turned to Mulder. "Um, when I was 13." She was 
still blinking when he pulled out of the parking spot. 

"Seriously though, I haven't been ice skating in a long time." 

"Mulder, I can't ice skate." She protested. Somehow she knew it was a lost 
cause but it was fun to argue with him nonetheless. 

"So I'll teach you." He smiled and drove off. 

*~*X*~*
Scully found herself following Mulder into a chilly building about fifteen 
minutes later. She was trying to remember the last time she had been 
ice-skating. For some reason the only thing she could remember was screaming 
and grabbing on to the wall for support. She vaguely remembered once asking 
her mother if she could take ice-skating lessons and having her mom tell her 
to teach herself. She did it once and decided against it. 

Mulder handed her a pair of white skates. He smiled at her, a sweet smile 
that she didn't get to see very often. They sat down and laced up their 
skates. Mulder couldn't stop glancing at Scully. 

He stood up skates on, ready to go. She stood up and wobbled a bit. Mulder 
automatically reached out to steady her. 

"I am going to suck royally." She announced. 

"No you're not," He took her hand in his and led her out onto the ice. 

"Okay, but if I fall you're gonna pay," She told him as she tentatively 
stepped onto the ice. She looked into his eyes feeling like a little child 
looking for some reassurance. Of course there he was, as always, right in 
front of her, offering everything that he could. Still hand in hand, he 
guided on the ice. 

Aside from one or two couples, they were the only ones there. 

"See, you're doing fine. One foot in front of the other. Glide," He tried to 
explain. 

"Mulder, how often do you ice skate?" She asked him laughing, trying to stay 
on her feet. 

"Well, um," He laughed remembering. "I used to skate with Sam when we were 
little. She wanted to be an ice skater for the longest time. Somehow I guess 
she lost the desire. But she used to drag me to the skating rink and we 
would skate." he smiled. 

"That is the cutest thing ever. I didn't know you had it in you." 

She let go of his hand and held her arms out as if she were on a balance 
beam. Slowly she tried to go out on her own. Mulder looked at her as he 
trailed behind her a bit. She reminded him of a baby learning to walk. Only 
in her case she was the most gorgeous woman that ever walked the face of the 
earth. 

"Mulder, I cannot skate," She said loudly as she tried to go a little faster 
and almost lost her balance. 

He skated forward quickly and grabbed her around the waist to keep her from 
falling. 

"Whoa there. Maybe a little slower at first." He told her. 

She shivered a little. It wasn't the cold as much as it was the feeling of 
Mulder's hands around her waist. He pulled her close, and they skated around 
the rink a couple times, neither of them said anything. She felt so safe and 
warm in his arms. She closed her eyes wishing that she could stay right 
there forever. 

"I think you're doing just fine," He whispered in her ear. 

He took her hands and circled around her so that he faced her. He looked in 
her eyes and thought for a moment that he would fall over. Her eyes were a 
deep blue; he'd never seen them so blue before. She gasped realizing all of 
a sudden that they were in a skating rink and that Mulder was ever-so-slowly 
leaning down towards her. Panicking at the situation she lost her footing 
and slipped, landing flat on her back directly under Mulder.

"Shit," they said at the same time, as Scully's fall caused a chain reaction 
and caused Mulder to go down with her.

"Sorry," Scully apologized.

"Nothing to apologize for." Mulder replied sincerely as he reached down and 
helped her up. They both laughed. 

" I think there is a reason that I was never an ice skater." 

"So, you still wanna do that dinner?" He asked. 

They made their way back to the bleachers. 

"I can definitely do that. No problems with dinner here!" She giggled, making 
Mulder laugh. 

He never understood what it was about Scully's giggling that made him laugh,
but it did. 

*~*X*~*
They made the executive decision to get Chinese take out and go back to 
Scully's apartment. 

They sat, talking about nothing in particular, drinking beers and eating 
Chinese, overall enjoying each other's company immensely. 

It was refreshing for both of them. Usually they were on a case, totally 
serious and under more stress than a fence with an elephant sitting on top 
of it. 

"What is your favorite memory?" Scully suddenly asked. 

"Memory of what?" He asked confused. 

They both sat back on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. 

"Memory of anything." Scully replied, content to hear Mulder talk about 
anything.

"Well," He thought. "It's kinda embarrassing. But it's kinda funny." 

She laughed not even knowing what it was. 

"Okay." 

"I was with Sam, and my dad was painting the room for something. I can't 
quite remember what. But there were was a paint can in front of us, because 
for some reason we were just sitting there watching him. Then we started 
arguing about whether or not the can was open or closed. I insisted that it 
was closed and she said it was open." 

Scully looked at him. She loved it when he talked about Samantha. He always 
got this look in his eyes that she knew was love. It hurt her to know that 
he missed her so much.

 "So I decided that I would prove to her that it was closed. I told her that 
I was going tip it over on my head just to show her I was right. Of course 
she was right and I spilled paint all over the top of my head."

Scully giggled at the image his story had produced in her head. Once she had 
stopped laughing, she shared one of her memories.

"Well, one of my favorite memories is of when we were all outside, me, 
Charlie, Missy and Bill, and we started a neighborhood game of football. 
Missy helped us get people to play, but she didn't participate. She sat on 
the sidelines and watched. She tried to get me to join her, but being the 
tomboy that I was, I wanted to play. So they chose teams, and I was the last 
one picked. It was normal though, and I was used to it, so I just went 
along. It was getting dark so we had to end the game soon. Fourth down, tied 
game. We needed to score to win. They had everyone tightly covered, except 
for me of course. Cause I'm a girl and we all know that girls can't play 
football. To everyone's surprise, including my own, Bill threw me the ball. 
I dashed across the field, praying that I'd get there on time to catch it. I 
did and I ran towards the goal. Once everyone had realized that Bill had 
thrown the ball, they all hustled towards me. I ran as fast as I could and 
finally made it to the goal, just as I was tackled. I was so excited! Not 
only did he actually pass me the ball, but I'd scored the winning points! 
Bill was happy too. Not so much for me, but for himself. They'd have kicked 
his ass if I wouldn't have made it. They'd have blamed him for their loss. 
So, everything worked out well, everyone was happy, and since then I wasn't 
the last person chosen for teams." Scully finished her story, grinning from 
ear to ear. 

"I never knew you played football!" Mulder turned to her. 

"Well, now you know." She laughed.

"Look, I'm sorry about the ice skating thing." Mulder said. 

"Why are you sorry?" She asked worried.

"I had a good time. I was bound to fall sometime," She took his hand and 
smiled serenely.

 "I just, I don't know. I didn't want you to get hurt." 

He was scaring himself. Just because he loved her didn't mean that he should 
be freaking out about ice-skating. Scully looked into his eyes and saw 
something totally different from the look he had when he was talking about 
Samantha. His eyes were dark with love and passion, they were simply 
gorgeous. All at once she realized that he was looking at her. All that 
passion and love was for her. She felt tears come to her eyes.

"Oh Mulder," She gasped out before he kissed her ever so gently. 

Scully took a deep breath and savored the feel of his soft lips on hers. 
Only breaking the kiss, that seemed to last forever, when oxygen became 
necessary. 

"I'm sorry Scully. I... I should go." Mulder got up abruptly and started to 
make his way to the door. 

"Mulder no, don't go." She got up equally quickly to stop him from leaving. 

"Mulder, don't run away from this. Please. I...I...Mulder, I...don't go."

She took his face in her hands caressing his cheeks. 

"I love you Mulder." She kissed him again before he could say anything more.

Mulder stared at her in complete and total awe. The woman that he adored and 
loved beyond all comprehension and just told him that she loved him back. 
All at once he thought his heart was going to explode.

"And Scully," He looked into her eyes wondering if he would drown in their 
beauty, "I love you."

*~*X*~*
The End!

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