Title: I Will Wait

Author: Cathey Scully

Rating: PG-13

Category: R, V, A

Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance, Sequel to Only Lonely

Spoilers: Trust No 1

Summary: “I'll be there waiting for you.  In the morning when times have 
changed.  I'll be there through the lies and all.” ~Sequel to Only Lonely

Archive: If you want, just tell me where so Mulder and I can visit.

Feedback: Please!  CatheyScully@the-pentagon.com or Scully@ga.prestige.net

Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, and William aren’t mine.  The Title and the summary 
also belong to Hootie and the Blowfish; the song is “I Will Wait.”  Don’t bother 
suing me, because all you’ll get is a very irritable/bitchy, broke teenager, and 
her “lawyer”.

Notes: Hey!  I finally managed to come up with a sequel to Only Lonely.  I guess 
this could be the start of the Hootie Series, considering both stories are based 
on Hootie songs.

Thanks: To everyone who demanded a sequel to the first fic, and to Jamie for 
betaing and picking out the glaring mistakes..

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God she was miserable.  Miraculously, she’d made it through Christmas without 
him, but yet it was Valentine’s Day, a holiday that meant virtually nothing to 
anyone but card and candy companies, and here she was falling apart.

In her heart she knew that this was better.  She’d rather have him be alive and 
separated from her than have him dead.  That much was a given.  Still though, 
she felt cheated as she strolled with William to the Internet café they had 
begun to frequent.  As she pushed William’s stroller, Scully watched the 
seemingly endless supply of happy, amorous couples as they kissed and hugged 
freely in public.  Part of her welled up with jealousy, but the other part simply 
cried for all the lost opportunities she and Mulder had.

Scully rounded a corner and pushed the door open to the Internet café.  Her 
grimace was noticeable as she took in the festive pink, red and white 
decorations.  Making her way to the counter, she greeted Laia, the kind 
college student who was almost always working when she came in.  Laia 
heated up William’s bottle while she got Scully her usual mocha latte with low 
cal milk and light foam.

She sat at her usual terminal and blinked at the garish valentine background 
that had been incorporated onto the desktop.  After logging into her email, 
she was relieved to see the normal blue and white tones of hotmail’s inbox.  
Scully scrolled to the bottom, looking for new messages.  Except for a question 
from one of her students and an offer that guaranteed to enlarge her penis 3 
to 4 inches, there were no new messages, and certainly none that interested 
her.  Of course there was no word from Mulder.  He couldn’t take the chance 
of being found out again.  She couldn’t let him take that chance.

Scully’s attention was diverted as William’s bottle hit the floor.  She turned, a 
smile lifting her lips.  Lifting the bottle, Scully passed it back to William.  He 
refused it.

“Okay, I get it.  Somebody wants a little attention,” Scully bent over and lifted 
William into her arms.  She took the bottle with one hand and nudged his lips 
with the rubber nipple.  He took it greedily and Scully chuckled.  “Just like 
your daddy.”

After William finished eating, Scully stroked the soft peach fuzz on his head.  A 
few moments later, after fighting it, the baby drifted off to sleep.  Scully 
waited a few minutes before dashing off a short letter to Mulder and signing 
out of her email.  She settled William back into his stroller and gathered her 
things.  Giving one last look at the computer terminal, she pushed William’s 
stroller out of the café.  She called a goodbye to Laia and made her way home.

William was awake and fussy by the time they got home.  Scully tried to shush 
him while she slipped the key into the lock.  She shifted him tighter against 
her to try and keep him from squirming out of her arms as she pushed the door 
open.  Entering the apartment, Scully gasped as she came face to face with 
Fox Mulder.

End.  Hehe, I’m actually thinking there might be another one, but only if you 
tell me what you think.  CatheyScully@the-pentagon.com or 
Scully@ga.prestige.net