Ladies and Witches

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                                     "If you hurt my family, there will be heaven to pay”

          Featuring muses from;                                            CAOS and The X Files.

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[billyktothemax]

"I guess I just assumed he was. I mean, why else would she love him so much?" Billy mused. He sighed, turning his head to Sabrina. "I guess living with your aunts, people talk about your parents a lot? Oh, you look like your mom, oh you're as smart as your dad kind of stuff? Does it... I don't know. Annoy you? Hurt?"

His mouth twitched. "I don't know. But my dad dad, my real dad, he's kind, too. He's great. And, just so you know, he doesn't know the whole.. that thing."

[ladiesandwitches]

"I don't know; I've seen people have love for other people who are definitely not kind. Or attractive," she added with a scrunch of her nose.

"I like being told I look like my mom. It makes me feel close to her. But I also like when people say I'm like my Aunt Zelda. Or if they tell me an idea I have is one my father had too. I mean, don't you think it's kinda nice to know that you're connected to all your family in these tiny, everyday ways?"

Sabrina knew the confusion of having two families, two sets of parents, and the complication of wanting to honour all sides.

"Sounds like both your dads would have gotten along," she told him. "But it's probably for the best that your dad doesn't know, well, everything. Some people do not do well with that kind of revelation."

[billyktothemax]

"I don't know. She said my birth dad was 'kind.' Like, what am I supposed to do with that?"

[ladiesandwitches]

"People always say my dad was brilliant," Sabrina replied with a shrug. "I don't think anything people tell you is the same as actually knowing them for yourself." She paused. "But knowing he was kind has gotta be better than being told he wasn't, right?"

[its-sweet-like-cinnamon]

X-FILES Demons || 04.23

[imjustanauthor]

Mulder shrugged. "If you can take inspiration from your aunt's stories, then I don't see why I can't take inspiration from The Wicker Man," he replied.

Why couldn't the whole town be in on it? Just because it had happened in a movie didn't mean that it couldn't happen in real life too! After all, they'd seen it before - or had Scully so quickly forgotten that town with a chicken processing plant and a spreading prion disease? They'd answered their questions there too, but that hadn't stopped them from continuing with their nefarious plans.

Research sounded good. Coffee sounded better. Scully was right; they needed to be prepared. Delving into the history of the town would be interesting. Really, there was no way they could lose with it! Whether or not their efforts dug up anything useful, the scarecrow still existed. If they found mention of it in their history, it would be fascinating. If they didn't, it'd be a bit more irritating, but it'd still be just as fascinating. Either way, they were going to learn something new.

When they were back in the office, perhaps he'd make a slideshow about the case...

"Don't worry, Scully, I don't think anyone could ever claim you were a mere replacement," Mulder said as he climbed into the driver's seat. He flashed her a small smile - the expression akin to a smirk in his own typical fashion - before clicking his seat belt into place and starting up the car.

"Coffee first," he confirmed as he pulled out onto the road, "then the library. We'll go to that diner we passed on the way into town last night."

[ladiesandwitches]

"Yeah, but in The Wicker Man, everything the villagers said was to test the Sergeant to see if he was the right sacrifice for their ritual. Unless you're trying to tell me that a naked woman was slamming against your door last night?" She asked with a wry smirk, amused by her own joke.

The diner's coffee came in the form of refills that were surprisingly good. The pancakes Scully decidedly to indulgently order as her breakfast were even more so.

Stabbing an overly generous portion onto her fork and shoving it into her mouth with reckless abandon, Scully thought that if the locals were in on whatever it was that attacked them in that corn maze, she might be compelled to forgive them in exchange for pancakes alone.

Mid-bite, a flyer was placed down between them, advertising a local movie festival of old movies. Starting with...The Wicker Man.

"Oh my god." Scully's words were slightly muffled by pancake and she forced herself to swallow before barely masking a laugh. "Now I'm worried they've bugged our car," she joked. Half-joked.

It wasn't like they haven't been bugged before.

[auntiezelda]

While she was sure Sabrina genuinely believed her hometown to be so incredibly unique, Zelda couldn't help but roll her eyes. Sure, Greendale had a sprinkling extraordinary events than your average town, but it was hardly the only place demons liked to frequent. Zelda shuddered to think of the trouble she could get into abroad.

"Fine then," she replied. After all, what was the point in arguing with the girl, she reasoned with a sour taste in her mouth, if nothing she said ever managed to get through. "You might as well burn those clothes. While your Aunt Hilda can perform miracles on stains, I fear even this is beyond her reach," she added before turning her attention back to the papers she had been grading. "Honestly I don't know why you even bothered to alert me at all," she muttered.

[ladiesandwitches]

"I am not going to burn my clothes, aunty," Sabrina protested as if it was the most ridiculous suggestion in the world. "I'm sure it will be fine. I mean, it's just blood, right? I'll throw them in some cold water and worry about them tomorrow." And if good old fashioned laundry cycles didn't help, then Sabrina was certain she could find a spell somewhere. Or re-purpose one of her Aunt Hilda's secret recipes.

"Next time I'm covered in demon blood I'll make sure I don't disturb you from the evening papers, Aunt Zee," Sabrina promised drily, rolling her eyes as she headed up the stairs to take off the clothes and maybe shower for about an hour.

When she came back downstairs, cleaner, in better clothes, and smelling faintly of lavender, Sabrina found her aunt just where she left her. Whether she'd stayed there the whole time, or returned to the seat to make a point, Sabrina wasn't sure.

"You're seriously not going to ask me about the demon?"

[mysticfiles]

Usually some shoves at night went simply unregistered, assuming she was getting comfortable or getting up for something she needed. But not now, her rushed voice calling him to wake, indicating that there was something wrong had put him in high alarm. When the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was his pregnant partner, holding her small belly, Mulder was seconds away from a cardiac arrest. “ What's going on?? ”

It took a few minutes of reassurance to calm down his racing heart. Even when he got up after her, his legs still felt wobbly, walking barefoot on the cold floor. Out of habit, Mulder grabbed the gun from the bedside table, just in case.

At the sight of their son in Vivi's bed, he sighed with reluctant acceptance. “ Doesn't look like we're winning this one, does it? ” Seemed like midnight bed checks weren't as effective as he assumed they would be. At least William still had his pajamas on, but the way his arm was laying openly across the bed gave away the space next to him was occupied not long ago.

Outside, Vivi heard Scully's voice calling her name, her head snapped back with instant worry. One last drag before putting the cigarette out, she made sure to blow out all the smoke before coming back in. “ Scully? I'm in here. ” She replied, trying to keep her voice down at this hour.

When Mulder followed Scully to the living room, she instantly spotted what he was holding by his side. “ Hey, hey! ” Now her voice raised in panic, as did her hands; a pack of cigs and lighter in one of them.

He quickly tried to hide the gun behind his back, fully aware by the look on her face that it was too late. “ Are you alright? You alone? ”

“ Yes! What are you two doing walking around with this thing?! ” Vivi must've been standing outside for a while, her skin turning paper like shade with only color being some pink on her nose.

She turned her head in disbelief, the scar on the left side wasn't as pink as it used to be just last week, in fact, it was completely gone as if it was never there. Back in the day it required Scully's medical attention and some stitches; running from the temple to the top of her ear. Vivi had been worried it'd never fade, but now hair was naturally growing in that area.

“ I'm going back to bed. ” Mulder told his partner, feeling as there's no 'danger' to protect from and he could return to warm sheets of their bed. Especially after the entrance he just had.

[ladiesandwitches]

"I think perhaps it's the role of all parents to be in denial that their children might be engaging in sexual activity," Scully reasoned in reply, finding leaning towards a more medical terminology made the situation feel a little easier to accept, giving a few steps of much appreciated removal. "And he is a teenage boy, Mulder; not all teenagers spend their time memorising episodes of the Twilight Zone," she added, giving her partner an affectionate yet mocking expression.

Hearing Vivi's voice, Scully followed the sound, feeling a little less on edge but no more reassured. Why was the girl wandering around at this time? Why had she gotten out of bed when the rest of the house was sleeping?

"We heard a noise, and I don't know, I just...." Scully trailed off, reluctant to explain the feeling she'd had, the way something in her gut had pulled at her, telling her something was wrong, or the way it had, for the briefest moment, felt like the baby was telling her something was wrong.

Sighing heavily, Scully looked at Mulder, at the gun in his hand, and silently vowed to do her best to let it go.

"It's nothing," she told Vivienne. "We were just worried. It wouldn't be the first time someone had broken into our home." Or tried to hurt their family.

Only just now realising her heart had been racing and that she had been holding her breath with tension, Scully put a hand to her forehead as she turned to her partner. "I'll be in in a minute," she told him, putting her hand on his arm. "I think I'm going to stay up a little longer."

Only when Mulder had retreated back to their bedroom did Scully return her full attention to Vivienne.

"Do you wanna tell me why you were out on the porch in the middle of the night?" she asked, heading towards the kitchen. If she was going to be awake in the early hours, then she was going to satisfy some pregnancy cravings, and she knew there were some chocolate covered pretzels left in her secret snack cupboard. "It's not exactly warm out there."

[ladiesandwitches]

I know I said I'd be back writing here on Wednesday, but turns out plane travel, especially when it's on shitty RyanAir, not only tires me, but also gives me a migraine and nausea for days. So still catching up on sleep. I've been doing some drafting of half-replies though, so I'll be posting them soon.

Also, I don't care about the extra cost, next time I'm flying, I'm paying the 140 extra to go freaking business class. And I would rather SWIM across the English Channel to get to my destination than take a RyanAir flight ever again.

[ladiesandwitches]

Sorry about radio silence here. This is the only one of my blogs that doesn't ever have a queue, so when I get busy due to one thing or the other, this blog goes silent.

I'm actually travelling out of the country (only for a very short while) and the prep for going has been taking up all my headspace the past couple of weeks, so I'll probably be back on here properly on Wednesday.

[warrewell]

Relieved that both of them decided to shift their attention to bickering rather than dwelling on the topic of time travel, Vivi just watched their exchange, a small smile tugging at her lips. “ Yeah, he seems to be right on point, whether by knowledge or sheer dumb luck. ” She specified, giving a little smirk at Mulder as she took his side.

But that comment did nothing to distract either of them. When they casually continued to bounce their arguments around, Vivi leaned closer to Lilia to whisper with obvious amusement. “ Believe it or not, they're actually flirting now. ” She announced. “ They do it all the time, literally all the time. ” Accenting the word, she shook her head. Maybe Lilia was right before, they don't need to name it, but denying it was simply delusional.

Unity and celebration? How it could be even a little relevant to their situation now? Vivi raised an eyebrow at Lilia. She knew Lilia knew what she was going on in her head. Mulder and Scully had plane tickets back to Washington for 10am the next day, all it would take was to leave unnoticed and wouldn't be found until the plane takes off the next day. And Vivi had the advantage of her hometown.

Quickly casting a look at Scully, Vivi tired to assess how much of Lilia's words the woman was willing to believe. Luckily it seemed the score wasn't very high. There might be hope for her after all.

“ I'm gonna wait in the car. ” She told them, already directing her steps to the door. If the reading was over, then it was the wisest move to get the agents out of there, before Lilia says anything more that might give the agents any ideas or work in contrary to what Vivi had planned or reveal anymore stuff that she'd like to remain private.

Passing by Lilia, the girl stopped for a short moment, looking up at her friend. Words were at the tip of her tongue, yet in the last moment she decided against it. “ See you next time. ” She said quietly, then left the store, bells above the door chiming it's usual melody.

Their rental car was parked just on the opposite side of the street. Despite the keys still being in Mulder's pocket, the car blinked orange lights as Vivi unlocked it. Finally in the back, she sunk down in the seat and let out a long sigh – the air she was unconsciously holding now lifted from her chest. But Vivi knew it was just the beginning of her problems, the agents will surely have more questions to ask, questions she didn't want to answer.

“ Can we stop by the store? ” She asked when Scully and Mulder joined her in the car. There was one a few streets away, one she remembered from her time.

[ladiesandwitches]

Scully watched as Vivi walked ahead of them, heading to the car with the undeniable vibe that she was avoiding something. Looking to Mulder, Scully met her partner's gaze and saw her own thoughts reflected back in his expression.

"There was certainly a lot said back there," she commented neutrally.

"A lot that couldn't be explained, Scully; even you have to admit that hokey shop aside, that woman's the real deal."

Rolling her eyes, Scully walked around to the passenger side of the car, giving Mulder a look as she did so. She wasn't going to get into the argument about whether or not Madame Calderu was legitimately a psychic, or if those old photos of her were doctored; what was important was that no matter how she'd come by all this information, it had involved their son, and there had clearly been significant parts of their conversation that Vivienne hadn't wanted Lilia to talk about.

"Sure, we can stop by the store; is there something you wanted?" Scully said as she pulled on her seat belt.

"If you're talking about the store over on Fulton, I think I already clocked that place on the drive here," Mulder admitted, having already taken note of a few snacks.

"Is everything okay?" Scully asked Vivi, turning around with concern to look at where she was sat in the back seat.

[billyktothemax]

"Oh, I know," Billy said. He stood by his words, from what felt like ages ago: Agatha was the baddest witch on multiple continents. The only difference between what he had said before and his belief in it now was that baddest witch also meant actually, truly deadly. Even as a ghost. He curled is fingers and flexed them out, eyeing the chipped nail polish.

So he could lie now. Good. Weird, still, annoying and irritating. But there wasn't anything that he could do now. He glared at Hilda once. "No, it definitely doesn't mean that."

She was still here. He could just imagine the ranting and teasing she'd give him when she found out what happened, what trapped he'd walked into this time. You see? She'd say. This is why Lilia had to sigil you. And he wouldn't have very much of a retort, she had been telling him he needed to learn to sense power.

"I'd say thank you, but I don't really want to," Billy said, raising an eyebrow at her. He didn't want her to feel like she'd successfully flattered him, or that they were getting along. And it didn't help that he already knew what the future expected from him. Promising was a laugh riot.

[ladiesandwitches]

"Oh, well, so you're just looking after the rabbit for her then? Aww, that's nice," Hilda commented, giving a small smile. "You know, I don't mean this the wrong way, but you're quite the odd pair. I never really imagined Agatha Harkness befriending a teenage witch, certainly not enough for him to be looking after her familiar. But then I never really crossed paths with her, she was a bit before my time, and then I moved back to England for a while to help raise Ambrose. His parents were killed by witch hunters and he was left all alone, poor lamb. Maybe you could ask Zelds," Hilda suddenly suggested brightly. "She might have come across Agatha before. Maybe she'll have a few stories for you. She'll be very happy to chat now she'll know you're not a mortal. Or a witch hunter." Though if Hilda was being completely honest with herself, that still wasn't a guarantee; patience wasn't exactly one of her sister's virtues.

Pulling back a little, blue eyes widening in unoffended surprise at his cutting remark, Hilda resisted the urge to say the first thing that was on her tongue which would have sounded a bit indulgently childish.

"Well, no one has to say thank you for an observation, dear," she said instead. "But if you want a bit of advice?" Before he could answer, she gave a wave of the hand, dismissing the question. "Ah, doesn't matter, I'm going to give it anyway" She looked at him with a serious gaze, and while the humour was gone from her expression, there was still warmth even through the solemnity of what she had to say.

"Witches, we're a prickly bunch. We have to be, after centuries of being hunted and attacked, we've learned to be guarded. Of course we all do it in different ways. Some of us get defensive, some of us use truth cake to make sure we're not surrounded by enemies, others isolate themselves, living alone, it's really just whatever works best for each of us, to make us feel a bit safer in a world that doesn't always treat us too kindly. Start to learn the difference between people who mean you harm and people who don't, because if you start finding yourself getting offended by a bit of witch habits, you're never going to get yourself a coven. And I'm sure you've already been told how important that is to have. We don't do too well without a support network."

Serious point made, Hilda broke back into a pleasant smile.

"Now, do you want me to tell Sabrina you popped by?"

[makesitprecious]

[warrewell]

“ She sees right through you the moment you walk through the door, isn't it? ” Vivi didn't necessarily need a confirmation, from Sabrina's description it seemed like that's exactly what happened. Personally it wasn't her favorite thing that Lilia knew what was going on before Vivi could say anything, whether she wanted to share or not.

“ Why no one believes us that we got things under control? ” She asked with a huff. “ Seventeen is almost adults and everyone is treating us like kids. My parents are the same, they just have to get involved. ” Although that she didn't mind, at least not completely, not anymore, but they could show a little more trust that she could handle her own problems.

Vivi poured two cups of steaming hot tea and turned around, leaning against the counter. The expression on her face giving away that she's gonna spill some gossip. “ I didn't think she would, but technically.. why not? She's old enough to date. ” She teased. “ I set her up with the woman I had an impression she liked, just a tiny push in the right direction was hopefully all she needed. ” And the woman seemed nice from afar, so Vivi was looking forward to hear the details of this unannounced date.

“ Spellman? Hmm… I'm pretty sure I've heard that name before. ” Vivi wondered, trying to find the moment in her memory that someone mentioned it to her. Maybe Grams? She wouldn't remember. “ But if you see my body in your aunties' mortuary then it means the date went bad and I lost that one. ”

[ladiesandwitches]

"Pretty much," Sabrina admitted with a grin. "I mean I have a friend who's a seer, she has this 'cunning' where she Sees things when she touches an object or a person, but it's not like she can just See everything. I mean, she practised with Mambo Marie and she's gotten really good but...Lilia is kinda on a different level, I think." And Sabrina couldn't prove it, but she was pretty certain even Lilith was a little nervous around her, especially when Lilia had one of her 'lack of filter' moments.

"So let me get this straight, you decided that you were going to set up a 500 year old witch who can see the future on a date? That's bold," Sabrina observed, thinking it was especially bold when the witch in question was Lilia. Sabrina very much felt that if you were in trouble and needed help or guidance, Lilia would offer it without hesitation, but with personal things? It felt like you'd be poking a bear.

"So who was the woman? I'm guessing she was a witch too? Otherwise you realise you've set Lilia up with someone who is going to think she's losing her marbles when she has one of her gaps?" Some kids at the Academy of Unseen Arts still thought that, though never out loud; under threat of punishment at the hands of her Aunt Zelda.

"Don't worry, if that happens, we'll just bring you back so Lilia can kill you all over again."

[auntiezelda]

Zelda closed her eyes and took a breath. While the Putnam child had always been her preferred mortal companion of the lot, they could be just as much trouble as Sabrina, or rather because of Sabrina, because they knew she was a witch; it was frequently a perfect storm, she mused.

"What you are should be considered an urban legend to Theo," she remarked with a sigh. "Honestly, Sabrina, you of all people should know that such tales typically contain some element of truth. Or.. is that it, were you hoping to find trouble?"

[ladiesandwitches]

"Well, I think that ship sailed a long time ago, aunty. Besides, Theo communicates with the spirit of Aunt Dorothea, Roz has the Cunning, Harvey comes from a family of witch hunters; have you considered that maybe all of Greendale is an urban legend?" Sabrina asked, not sure whether she was joking. After all, it was built on a nexus, wasn't it? Lilith had told her it was where Lucifer had hit the earth when he fell from the heavens, so maybe it meant no one in this town was actually normal. Not really.

"I don't go around hoping for trouble, Aunt Zee, but I do think things people are talking about should be checked out. I just thought maybe it was something small that mortals had exaggerated over the years. Or it was someone that needed help. Turns out it was a demon who had got locked out of hell centuries ago and had become bound to this particular tree, and he did not like being disturbed. I mean first he tried to drown Roz in this well, and then he was choking me, and then--look can I please get all this blood off me before we talk about this?" she pleaded.

[potestmagice]

Salem rose slowly and padded along the line of amulets, sniffing each one. “All right, contestants, let’s see who survives the first cut," he said, nudging the unakite with his paw. “Chunky. Glowy. Says, ‘I recycle moonlight and I’m not afraid to use it.’ Very strong opener. Bit obvious, though. You don’t want to scream power. You want to whisper it… ominously.”

He moved to the pirate gold and gave it a little tap. “This one says, ‘I dated a warlock with a ship and questionable morals.’ Tempting. But pirate chic can veer into Renaissance Fair if you’re not careful. And we are going for Morgan le Fay, not ‘wench with a Groupon.’”

At the mention of Morgan le Fay, he flicked his tail approvingly. “Ambitious. I like it. She didn’t just enter a room, she arrived. People heard her coming in their bones.”

He inspected the delicate obsidian knot next. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Now this ... this is interesting. Subtle. Obsidian says protection, boundaries, ‘don’t try me.’ The knot says legacy. Destiny. Also says you might own at least three leather-bound grimoires. I approve.”

He paused at the heirloom amulet and sat back on his haunches. “Ah. Great-grandmother’s. This one has gravitas baked in. You wear this, you’re not playing dress-up. You’re invoking lineage. No one argues with lineage. Well. Except you. Frequently.”

Finally, he approached the humming one. It gave a faint vibration against the wood. And Salem froze. "That one is either tremendously powerful,” he said carefully, “or tremendously cursed. Possibly both. Which, admittedly, is a vibe. But it’s less ‘future matriarch’ and more ‘origin story we will regret.’”

[ladiesandwitches]

Sabrina watched as Salem prowled along the amulets as if he was deciding which would make the best prey, and silently wondered whether she was making the best decision in taking fashion advice from a feline familiar. But then this wasn't fashion in the strictest sense, it was more...power dressing. And, come on, even a normal everyday cat had to know a little something about powerful appearances, right? And Salem was the complete opposite of normal and everyday.

"Check. Not screaming power with the recycling moonlight vibe." Though she did make a mental note to ask about that phrase later.

"I actually wasn't feeling the best about the pirate gold even when I grabbed it," Sabrina admitted. "Though less because of thinking it would look like renaissance fayre fashion and more because of, well, Pirates of the Caribbean. Kiera Knightley?" She prompted just in case Salem wasn't familiar with the 2000s movie franchise.

"Is it true Morgan Le Fay wasn't just a witch but she was actually part fae? Or was her name just a propaganda thing?" she asked, genuinely curious. There was no reason she couldn't learn while picking out clothes...or potentially also get some dirt and gossip on things too.

"Hey, I don't argue with lineage," Sabrina protested in offence. "I question things; it's a totally different vibe. I mean, isn't that the point of heritage? That we challenge things that need to change and honour the things that don't. You can't honestly say the whole cannibalism thing didn't need a serious vibe check?"

Looking over the collection of discarded amulets-- she really did need to find out if that last one was cursed or not. She'd tried asking Ambrose, but he'd been shifty, and Aunt Hilda didn't seem to know, and Aunt Zelda had just told her to figure it out, implying that only the most idiotic of witches couldn't do that kind of research. Sabrina had been ready to take up the challenge, but then there had been things with Nick, and then there'd been school, and one thing after the other and now she still didn't know if she had a cursed amulet in her jewellery box or not.

"So we've narrowed it down to obsidian splendour or family heirloom," she concluded, mulling it over in her mind. "I suppose it would probably be a good idea to have something that carries the Spellman history with it...but..." Sabrina felt herself being torn. "Don't mess with me is also a really good message to send..."

[mysticfiles]

“ Maybe we're overseeing things, it could be that we too have special skills. We made it possible, Scully. Our second miracle. ” He noticed, playfully taking some of the credit for himself. “ It's not easy going from no kids to two in a matter of a week, and soon three. How do we juggle this without anyone feeling left out? How do we adapt to this change and help them adapt? ”

Seeing yet another attempt of Scully refusing to call Lilia for what she really was, he couldn't help a small side smile. “ I'd love to see Vivi's witch friend again, there are so many things I wanted to ask her. Hopefully if we go there without Vivi, she'd share more. ”

At her words he couldn't agree more. Mulder turned his head and kissed her forehead softly. “ I'll always find you. At the end of this world and every other. ” He whispered relaxed with his eyes half opened. This was where he was the most comfortable, in their space, only with her.

“ Let's see if we can rub off some of that immortality. ” 

While Mulder wasn't an intense snorer, he had his moments resulting in sleep apnea, which sometimes made him sound like a tractor with broken engine. At home he slept deeply, not many things able to wake him. Except his occasional snore, the house was quiet.

December 1st had just begun. And Vivi was so damn cold.

At dawn the views were beautiful, mist still hanging low in the distance. First snow this winter decided to fall; with the calmness of the world only waking up, the scenery seemed to be pulled out of a fairy tale. Standing on the front porch in William's big puffy jacket Vivi took a breath of brisk air. If one wouldn't mind a cigarette in her hand. A habit she was told many times to quit, but easier said than done, willingness being the first and strongest factor in succeeding. Unfocused eyes reaching far out beyond the skyline, she breathed out another cloud of smoke.

[ladiesandwitches]

What had begun with a yelp of laughter at witty foreplay had ended with the peaceful sleep that came with the afterglow, Scully pulling the sheets tight up to her chin as she'd curled up in Mulder's arms. Having gotten used to the snoring a long time ago, she'd found her brain had a knack for tuning it out as nothing more than white noise, allowing her to sleep through until morning.

But something, this time, woke her up.

Feeling the jolt of something in her stomach, Scully's hand immediately went to the steadily increasing bump.

"The baby." At first she feared something was wrong, but then she realised it was something else. She couldn't explain it, and she was afraid she didn't fully understand it, but the baby had woken her up for a reason.

"Mulder," she whispered urgently, shoving him gently. "Mulder, wake up. Something's wrong." Not waiting to see if he would wake, or if heavy sleep would win out, Scully slipped out of bed, reaching for her robe and wrapping it around her before the cold morning air could touch her, and winced at the icy touch of the floor.

The sensation also gave her a reality check. Was she being crazy? What did she even think she was looking for? Did she need her gun? Or did she need to just get back into bed?

Despite her inner questions, Scully found herself walking along to William's room to check on him. What she found was an empty bed. Rolling her eyes, she crossed over to Vivienne's, and found her son sleeping there instead as heavily as his father.

Smiling at the sight, it took a moment for Scully to realise there was something missing.

"Vivienne?" she called out gently as she closed the door and began looking further through the house. "Vivi, are you up?"

[ngalitzine]

DANA SCULLY | 3.14