Title: One's Heart is Where the Home Is
Rated: PG-17 for casefile content.
Category: MA, SA, Post-Ep. for Home.
Summary: What must Scully have been thinking while
investigating the extremely in-bred Peacock family?
Archive: Gossamer, any other nice home will do.
Feedback: Yes, Please! Tell me how to do even
Disclaimers: Mulder, Scully, and The X-Files are
all owned by Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and
Fox Studios. I receive no money from this and I
intend no copyright infringement.
Author's Notes: Several Quotes from the episode were
used without permission, and taken from a site called
email@example.com. That being said, we all remember
most of them anyway, but do we want to?
"Scully... I never saw you as a mother before."
Yes, she had smiled slightly at the words. For the
past few months, she felt closer to Mulder as a
friend and could easily feel more than friendship,
empathy, and loyalty. That massively deformed
little being she had just examined reminded her very
strongly that she wanted to become a mother some day.
Come to think of it, perhaps a child who looked like
Mulder and had his heart wouldn't be that far-fetched.
Tears streamed down her face that night as she said
her nightly prayers.
"Dear Lord, please, please prevent even one deformed
child from being conceived tonight. Please, help me to
be strong during this time, and bless the mother of
that child. Heal her pain."
"... is there a history of genetic abnormalities in
When Mulder had asked her that, she wondered if he
was seriously sizing her up as a potential mate. The
thought hadn't really crossed her mind before, but it
didn't seem that displeasing when she really considered
the possibility. She felt warm inside. "Could he be
thinking... ?" She welcomed the possibility. There was
something growing inside her heart, and it had been
developing for some time, but she chalked it up to
shared dangers, camraderie, friendship. This was
definitely a start. He had never asked about her
family history before. It was flattering.
"... Well, just find yourself a man with a spotless
genetic make-up and a really high tolerance for being
second-guessed and start pumping out the little
Had he been speaking of himself? Of course. Was that
a pass? Definitely! And she hadn't scowled at him,
stomped off, told him to shut up. Her soft side was
showing, and he knew it. And when he said he had a
family that passed genetic muster, that was appealing
to her as a daughter of a military man (pass muster),
and her hopes for a healthy child. It could also be
construed as an outright advertisement, she supposed.
Corrective lenses? Well, join the club. Tendancy toward
alien abductions? Ohh, there was so much in common here
it was a match maker's delight! But would she choose
Fox William Mulder as a mate, father of her children and
love of her life? Until this Peacock case, she had not
considered things that profoundly about him.
Especially about him.
She had explained to him that all humans have a
natural instinct to propagate. That included her,
but the scientific terms seemed so cold and clinical
when applied personally. After all, there was her job,
with its jargon. Then, there was Dana Katherine
Scully, with her heart's desires as yet unfulfilled.
And she longed to have a baby. Not as a duty to pass
on her genes, but as a part of her life and that of a
lover for life. This was her tradition as well as her
need. She had so much love to give.
"You still planning on making a home here? " She had
"Not if I can't get the Knicks game."
"Well, just as long as a brutal infanticide doesn't
weigh into your decision. Good night, Mulder." Couldn't
hurt to try to joke with him. He knew how much she
wanted to settle down and raise a family some day, with
some one. Could he be the one? Looked as though he might
want the same thing some day, the way he had spoken about
the fresh air and freedom from the trappings of the big
city. Was he considering her as a mate?
"...Good night, Mom. "
Was Mulder teasing her? Maybe he saw her as a mother
after all this pain they had been through dealing with
the murder of a grossly deformed child. As Scully went
to her room after having told him his lock was broken, she
sat and thought about how he made her smile lately. It
felt good. The last time a man had made her smile with
mere words, or even just the thought of him, well, it had
been a long time ago. Too long. This was a sign of...
attraction. Way too early to think of it as anything
else. That was only one buiding block toward love, she
told herself. Enjoy it for now. Take your time.
The first day back at the X-Files Office, Scully was
writing up the last note in her report. She was still
thinking of the things that had happened in Home. That
dedication toward family taken so damn far it was an
abomination. The mother's love for her boys. Her own
desire for a home and a child.
"Earth to Scully..."
She had been daydreaming about a turned on Mulder in
the pig pen.
"Mission control wants the report in today."
"Sorry Mulder. I'm almost done."
"This case was really hard on you, wasn't it? I mean,
the baby and the Peacock's?"
"Yeah, yeah it was Mulder. But I think a saying I've
often heard applies here."
"What's that? Home is where the heart is?"
She grinned back at his smug expression. "Not exactly,
Mulder. I believe it can be turned around. I believe
that with families, babies and love, perhaps one's
heart is where the home is."