Ovan Akta Revisited

By: Girlie_girl7
Girlie_girl74@yahoo.com

Spoilers: Ovan Akta by FoxfireX_00 and Girlie_girl7
Date: 12-22-02
Rating: G
Category: M&S
Disclaimer: They belong to Fox
Archive: anywhere
Summary: This takes off where Ovan Akta left off with
Scully trying to help the Amish child.
 
 

                    ~ Ovan Akta Revisited ~
 

It's nearly noon on a lazy Saturday in October.  A
click is heard at Dana Scully's front door, in walks
Fox Mulder; he pockets his keys while he flips through
the mail he has just picked up at the bureau.

"Hey Scully, it's me," Mulder yells over his shoulder
shrugging out of his leather jacket.  He walks into
the living room, absent-mindedly tossing his jacket
onto the back of Scully's armchair.  He plops down on
the couch and begins to tear open his mail.

"Morning Mulder," Scully smiles as she breezes in from
the bedroom, clad in a soft gray sweater, faded blue
jeans and ratty house slippers.

Mulder's face is covered with a guilty looking smile.
"Sorry Scully, I didn't mean to ditch you this morning
but I went for a run, picked up the mail and got a
hair cut."

Scully sits down beside Mulder with her feet drawn up
under her; she runs her fingers through his hair.  "I
like it, but you still owe me breakfast."

"Deal," Mulder replies leaning in to kiss her.  He
frowns and runs his tongue over his lips, "I taste
maple, you did have breakfast."

She grabs his arm between her hands and leans into
him, "Well maybe just a little but you still owe me."

Mulder pulls out two pieces of mail and hands them to
her.  "Here, these are for you."

Scully wrinkles her nose at the first one.  It's a
pitch for a new low interest credit card.  The second
one peaks' her interest; it's from Leah Beechy back in
Indiana.  Scully's thoughts drift back to the week she
and Mulder spent undercover as an Amish couple,
investigating flying cows.  She smiles at the thought
of Mulder in those taut dark cotton trousers and light
blue work shirts coming in all sweaty from the fields.
 And that beard! Oh my, that luscious furry face of
his.

Scully is suddenly snapped out of her reverie by the
sound of her name being called.  "Scully, Scully, you
in there?" Mulder smiles at her and taps the end of
her nose with an envelope.

"Huh, what?  Clearing her throat, Scully tries to
recover, "This is a letter from Leah Beechy."

"The Amish woman you delivered the baby for?"

"Yes," Scully says as she runs her finger under the
flap of the envelope.  She pulls out the letter as
Mulder leans in to read it over her shoulder.  A few
years ago this would have bugged the heck out of her
but now she just snuggles into his chest and they read
it together.

Mulder finally speaks up, "Sounds like Leah really
wants to get her son into school."

"Well, I did tell her to write to my friend Dana
Scully and she would help."  Scully shifts the pages
in her hands, "She says 'Obadiah is anxious to try
school again.'"  Scully sighs, "I just hope he isn't
still levitating cattle."

Mulder looks over the mail he is holding, "Leah said
it would only last one growing season."

"Let's hope so." Scully sighs.

Mulder nudges her with his arm, "You really took a
shine to that little kid didn't you," he softly says.

Scully drops her eyes back down to the letter in her
lap. "Yeah I guess I did.  He has so much potential
Mulder but Leah and Beechy don't know how to tap into
it."

I know it's a bad situation Scully but do you think
you can help them?"

Scully looks up at him, "I can try."

Mulder kisses her forehead.  "You never were one to
back down from a challenge."

Scully gets up and pulls Mulder off the couch, "If I
were I would have left you years ago."

"Don't I know it." Mulder chuckles.
 
 

Scully spends her afternoon at home working on her
computer, checking out the web sites of specialty
schools in Northeastern Indiana.  She knows Obadiah
has to be near his family that's imperative.  To take
him out of their care would be too much of a culture
shock for the eight-year-old Amish boy and Scully is
certain that Leah would never let the youngster out of
her sight.  That greatly limits the possibilities for
her finding the proper education for Obadiah.

Mulder walks up behind her and gently rubs her back.
"You need a break.  You stare at that thing all week;
let's get some air."

Scully sighs and removes her glasses. "This is going
to be harder than I thought."

Mulder stoops down beside her.  "Look Scully you don't
need to find the answers to all of Obadiah's problems
in one day."

Scully shuts down her PC, "I know but I promised
them."

"I know you, you'll keep that promise." Mulder softly
says.

They walk through the streets of Georgetown.  The
leaves are beginning to fall and the air is crisp.
They stop in at the little café just down from
Scully's apartment.

Mulder orders two cups of coffee and a cinnamon roll
to split between them, knowing full well that he'll
eat most of it.

Scully stares out the window but isn't looking at
anything in particular.  Mulder reaches across the
table and takes her hand. "Scully, you're thinking
again."

Scully looks over at her partner as a smile crosses
her face. "Okay I get the message."

Mulder rubs her hand. "You'll find a way to help him
but the weekends are for us."  Then he grins, "Now
let's talk about me and my needs."

Scully has to laugh, after all these years he can
still surprise her.

Their coffee arrives and as usual Mulder eats most of
the cinnamon roll.

They slowly walk back to the apartment, hand in hand.
 

Mulder unlocks the apartment door and lets Scully
enter first.  He takes her jacket and his own to the
closet and hangs them up.  He finds her sitting on the
edge of their bed, the letter from Leah in her hand.
He sighs and rubs his forehead.  "Okay Scully you want
me to get the Gunman involved in this. They can find
anything."

"Even a special education class for a child whose only
mode of transportation is the horse and buggy."

Mulder sits down next to her on the bed. "They can
try."

"Mulder I love you but this is my problem and I'll
find the solution to it."

"So." Mulder sighs and fingers the pattern on the bed
spread, "I guess that means making love this weekend
is out."

Scully looks up at him with a smirk on her face; "I
can multi-task you know."  Mulder grabs her shoulders
and they tumble back onto the bed all hands and
giggles.
 
 

Early Monday morning finds Dana Scully at the Hoover
Building but she isn't working on a bureau matter, she
is still trying to find a way to help Obadiah and
feels she's getting close.

Mulder breezes in to their office, coat over his
shoulder and basketball in hand, "Morning sunshine,
and who ditched who this morning?" he says with a
grin.

Scully lifts her eyes from her computer, "Sorry
Mulder, I just couldn't sleep."

Mulder sits down on the edge of her desk.  "Still
thinking about that kid?"

"'Fraid so," Scully sighs shutting down her computer.
She gathers up a pile of papers, taps them into order,
and places them into a file folder.

"Oh Scully don't forget I've got a game tonight,"
Mulder says while spinning the basketball on one
finger.

"Sure, whatever," Scully absent-mindedly responds.
"I'll see you later, I have some stops to make."
Scully walks from the office.  Mulder watches her
leave and mutters, "I'll bet before this day is over
she places that kid somewhere."

The day runs into the afternoon and that runs into the
evening.  Mulder finally makes it to Scully's front
door.  He's gotten his ass kicked in basketball, taken
a nasty hit to the ribs and split his bottom lip but
the pain to his ego is far worse than the physical
pain he feels.

He opens the front door and unceremoniously drops the
basketball at his feet.  He can hear Scully's animated
voice on the phone.  He toes off his sneakers and
peels off his trench coat with a hushed groan and
softly walks toward the bathroom holding his right
side.  He knows Scully is going to shit when she sees
the beating he has taken but all he can think about is
a hot tub of water, a hot meal and hopefully later
tonight a hot Scully.

Mulder turns on the water and eases his shirt over his
head tossing it in the general direction of the
hamper; next to come off are his trunks and
compression shorts.  It takes some doing but he
finally manages to reach his feet and remove his
socks.

The tub is half full and steaming when he eases his
tired and sore body into it.  He rests his head
against the cool granite and wishes he had thought to
take a couple of Tylenol before climbing in.

Suddenly the door bursts open and an excited Scully
enters.  "Mulder, I have some wonderful news. . .,"
she gets a good look at her partner, "what the hell
happened to you?  Did you run off and get yourself
hurt again?"

Mulder has to smile at Scully's concern. "No Scully,"
Mulder winces, "I was playing basketball. I told you I
would be late."

"Yeah, well it must have been kick boxing basketball,"
Scully frowns, "Mulder let me see your chest."

"Scully must you always think of sex?"

"I believe that's one of your lines Mulder, now get
over here and let me see your chest."

Mulder sits up and turns slightly, lifting his arm.
Scully sits on her knees to examine the large purple
bruise on his ribs.  She presses gently on his side,
"Does it hurt?"

Mulder winces, "Only when you poke at it!"

"Well I donÇt think they're broken but I will keep an
eye on them.  Now let me see that lip," Scully says as
she grabs his chin.

"You wanna kiss it and make it all better?" Mulder
leers at her.

"Maybe later but first I want to get some disinfectant
on it."

"Scully it's only a scrape," Mulder whines.

Scully gets up to retrieve a small tube of ointment
from the medicine chest.  "Yes but it's on one of my
favorite parts of your anatomy."

"One of them?" Mulder questions.

Scully dabs a small amount of ointment on Mulder's
swollen bottom lip.  Mulder jerks back, "Ouch!  That
hurts."  She grabs his forehead to steady him.  "Hold
still Mulder, honestly you're worse than a kid."

"Speaking of kids," Mulder interrupts, "what did you
find out about Obadiah."

Scully recaps the tube and replaces it in the medicine
chest.  "That's why I came in here.  I've found a
school in Lagrange County that will take him on an
interim basis, at least until he is ready to join the
Amish school and the bus goes past Beechy's place."

"Sounds good."
Scully stoops back down.  "It's a start.  They can do
the proper testing and see just what Obadiah's
limitations are.  Since Amish children only attend
school until they're sixteen and are taught in
one-room schoolhouses I persuaded the school to put
all their effort behind Obadiah to try and get him up
to speed so he can join Mary and Rebecca before they
finish their education's.  I think he needs that sense
of family at least until he gets settled in to the
routine of attending school."

Mulder runs his finger over Scully's clasp hands, "You
do good work Dana Scully."

Scully's eyes grow moist, as it hits her that she did
in deed do a good job and she will make an impact on
this little boy's life.

Mulder senses the need to pull Scully back.  "Care to
join me," he leers.

"Well. . ."

"I'm too sore to try anything," he says putting his
hands up.

Scully gets up and walks to the door.  "In that case
you're on your own," she says over her shoulder as she
shuts the door.

Mulder rolls his head back and laughs, "Scully! Help
me get out!"
 
 
 

                 ~ Several months later ~
 
 

Scully walks into the basement office of the X Files
to find an envelope lying on her desk.  The return
address on it is from Leah Beechy back in Indiana.

Mulder walks in from the lab area, "Morning Scully."
He has obviously been there for some time, his jacket
is off and his shirtsleeves are already rolled up.

"Morning Mulder," Scully routinely says as she sits
down and begins to read the letter.

Mulder is watching her; the expression on her face
goes from concern to contentment to joy.  Finally
Mulder can't stand it any longer, "Okay Scully, what
gives?  Did you win the lottery or something?"

"I feel like it," Scully smiles.  "This is from Leah
Beechy."

"The Amish woman?"

"Yes.  She says Obadiah is doing well in public school
and will soon be allowed to return to his own Amish
school."  She shuffles the pages, "They had him tested
and it turns out his has an attention deficit problem
and he is near sighted.  She's included a school
picture of him."

Scully smiles at the picture while Mulder gets up to
look over her shoulder.  "How cute!" Scully remarks,
"Look at the tiny wire rimmed glasses."

"And the big grin." Mulder says.  "Scully I thought
Amish didn't like to be photographed?"

"The adults don't, but they allow their children's
picture to be taken as long as the child doesn't
object."

"You know your Amish," Mulder smiles at her as she
stares at Obadiah's picture.  "Does she say anything
else?"

"Very little," Scully says with a touch of sadness in
her voice.  "Remember it was Hannah Mulder who spent
the week with her and not Dana Scully."

Mulder picks up the envelope to return the letter to
it, "Hey Scully did you know this was in there?" He
holds up a small piece of paper, "It's addressed to
Hannah Mulder."

Scully takes the note from Mulder's hand, "No I
didn't."  She sits back down to read it.  Her eyes
grow red and watery.

Mulder is getting concerned, "It's not bad news is
it?"

Scully's blue eyes spill over with tears.  "No Mulder,
its great news.  Leah says Dana is her second guardian
angel, Hannah is her first. Obadiah is doing well and
he misses me, I mean Hannah."   Scully's face grows
wide with a grin, "Obadiah has not been levitating
cows, and Hannah, the baby is growing like a weed."
 
"Don't mention weeds," Mulder teases.

"Oh and Leah says Hannah is crawling and has two
teeth!"

"That's nice Scully."  Mulder stoops down in front of
her.

Scully sniffles as a giggle bubbles up from her
throat.  "Obadiah misses me."

Scully wraps her arms around Mulder and laughs softly.
"Oh Mulder."

He gently squeezes her and softly says, "See Scully,
all this from a flying cow."
 

                       ~ The End ~