Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, the X-Files, and associated characters are property of David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson, Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting Corporation. They are used without permission and no copyright infringement is meant. This song, of course, belongs to the Beatles, but most especially to Sir Paul McCartney, and the late John Lennon. Any elements not recognized as being taken from the show copyright Christina Shuy. Comments and other things sent to cshuy@netcom.com are much appreciated. Rating: G, MSR, Series (Of course it's a Series! Why else would I have 'banner-titled' it? *grin*), Ummm, no spoilers beyond vague ones. Summary: Would you want your kids to be Paperback Writers? The Beatles Files: "Paperback Writer" by Christina Shuy cshuy@netcom.com "Paperback writer" "Mulder, do you think either of our children will be writing any of the stories we're going to probably tell them about our work in the X-files?" Dana Scully's voice drifted through the musical bridge at the start of the Beatles song that was playing softly in the background. Mulder turned to look at his wife, even as he held their two-year-old daughter, Michelle, in his arms. A smile was on his lips. Michelle laughed and giggled at the song starting. She was already quite fond of the Beatles due in large part to the song which had become her frequently used lullaby. Even if it *was* in French. Mostly. She loved to hear her father sing it to her, and often would not sleep until he had sung it to her at least once. Sometimes, her mother would sing too. It was those times she loved best. "Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book? It took me years to write, will you take a look? Based on a novel by a man named Lear And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer, Paperback writer." "Well, Dana, I thought that was more our job. Besides, it would make great science fiction if nothing else, you know?" he grinned. Dana Katherine Scully (Mulder), wife, mother, Special Agent in the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and doctor of forensic medicine ran her fingers lightly over her already swollen midriff. "Of course, if anyone ever tried to read our case reports, I'm not sure anyone would believe it." she grinned back, teasing. Both of them knew what it was like to have to *write* case reports, and knew that they'd often tone a lot of things down quite a bit in order for it to get into the realm of believability. "It's the dirty story of a dirty man And his clinging wife doesn't understand. His son is working for the Daily Mail, It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer, Paperback writer. Paperback writer" "Ever read the 'Daily Mail', Scully?" Mulder suddenly switched topics, but Scully grinned at him anyway. "I read the 'Globe and Mail' once, but I don't think that's the same thing. I think the Daily Mail is a London, England paper, and the 'Globe and Mail' is Toronto based." "Ah... you and your fondness for things Canadian." "Mulder, the only thing I have a true 'fondness' for is you. And our children." "So that's why you married me?" "Mulder, I married you because I love you, and because I knew I was the only one you trusted enough to kick you in the ass when you needed it every now and then." "'Every now and then'? Is that what you call it? You do it a lot more often than that." "And you don't enjoy that?" "Uh... I didn't say that, but I wasn't going to say it in front of our kids." Still behaving like newlyweds, though they'd been married a few years more than that qualification, they grinned at each other in that intimate, secret way just as the next verse began. "It's a thousand pages, give or take a few, I'll be writing more in a week or two. I can make it longer if you like the style, I can change it round and I want to be a paperback writer, Paperback writer." "I'd say we had more than a thousand pages of case file stuff written, right, Scully?" "Oh, definitely. As for writing more in a week or two, aren't we supposed to be working on a case file right now?" "Daddy, what's a case file?" a little voice asked from his shoulder. "Michelle, dearest of my heart, do you really want to know?" he murmured, though loud enough for Dana to hear as well. He was also smiling. Michelle just giggled. She was already bright for two years old, and already had her mother's reddish hair, though it was a little closer to her father's dark hair, and had already begun to curl. "If you really like it you can have the rights, It could make a million for you overnight. If you must return it, you can send it here But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer, Paperback writer. Paperback writer Paperback writer - paperback writer Paperback writer - paperback writer" Mulder had taken to singing the last verse of the song to her and by the time he was finished, and the track ended, she was asleep, which had been his intention to start with. Quietly, her parents put her to bed, and then crept back out into the kitchen of the apartment which they had shared since shortly before their wedding. "Ooh! Ouch!" Scully paused, and rubbed at her stomach. "What happened?" Mulder asked, a little worried for his wife. "He kicked! Mulder, the baby kicked!" The smile on her face had only been brighter three other times. The day he proposed, the day they were married, and the day Michelle had come screaming into their lives. Fox William Mulder's smile matched his wife's as he placed his hand near where hers was, still feeling their second child move. A look of awe and wonder began to mix in with the smile. "You're going to have my baby... I don't believe it. You're going to have my baby." He said, tone of astonished wonder, after things had settled down. "First of all, Mulder, he's *our* baby. And, second of all... umm... shouldn't we get to work?" Dana Scully teased. "Lead on, Agent Scully." he grinned. They sat down in the kitchen and got to work on the case. -end- Time Frame: After Michelle I and before Maxwell's Silver Hammer.