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     TITLE: No One Is To Blame   
     AUTHOR: ElleThom  Email addy/.too_spooky_4u@yahoo.com   
     CATEGORY: MSR, Pre-XF, AU…maybe   
     RATING: pg to nc-17   
     SPOILERS: Screw it its all up for grabs   
     SUMMARY: A what if with a twist   
     DISCLAIMER: I know.  You know.  I know, you know.  You know I know you   
   know.  You know I know you know…oh hell where was I again?   
     FEEDBACK:  Just call me Audrey II and feed me.   
     AUTHOR”S NOTES: Not song fic, though I do tend to drop them in liberally.    
   This is my third fic, but the first posted here.  I can take it, don’t hold   
   back.   
      
     I dig my toes into the sand   
     The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds   
     Strewn across a blue blanket   
     I lean against the wind   
     Pretend that I am weightless   
     And in this moment I am happy   
     Happy   
     Incubus   
      
                 Dana Scully trotted through the streets of the small New England   
   town, for the moment not even remotely concerned with the name.  They had   
   lived in so many through her short fourteen years of life, what was the   
   point?  Dad could rant and    
   swear that this was the last move, but they all knew better, even her mother   
   couldn’t believe that dream any longer.   
                 She knew she should be at home, helping to unpack and make the   
   house nice and homey for her dad’s arrival in a couple of days, but she had   
   snuck out of the house, opting instead to take her chances against the strange   
   town and its    
   inhabitants than to have to watch her belongings go into yet another temporary   
   home.   
                 This was not the first time in her young life that she had vowed   
   on not moving as an adult.  The slightly overweight red head angrily walked   
   through the small cobblestone streets that others less practical would have   
   deemed as quaint, her    
   destination had been plotted out on the map she clutched in her hands.   
                 She could smell the beach a mile before she had finally come   
   upon it.  Its scent wafted on the dusky late summer air, pulling her closer   
   and closer to its waiting arms.  The thick fog made visibility almost   
   impossible, but Dana Scully knew    
   she could find the ocean blindfolded.  Grey clouds overhead threatened a rainy   
   day, and though she usually could care less what the weather was, she noted   
   sadly that she would not be able to see the sun rise over the ocean.   
                 Legs were burning from the two mile walk that her husky frame   
   was not accustomed to, her hair whipped about from the fierce breezes rising   
   off of the sea, she had finally reached the beach.  There was no one around,   
   the gulls made their    
   lonely cries and she inhaled deeply the scent of the ocean.   
                 She walked across the chilly sand in sandaled feet, closing the   
   gap between her and the water’s edge.  She had prayed to find it, but never   
   dreamed that even in the increment weather it could be this beautiful.  Dana   
   absently removed her    
   sandals, digging her toes into the chilly morning sand, wiggling then in the   
   cool granules.  The wind blew her short stocky body, and for a moment, she was   
   weightless to the mighty power of it, feeling as if the gusts may blow her   
   across the sea and land    
   her.   
                 Anywhere but here.   
      
     I lay my head unto the sand   
     The sky resembles a backlit canopy,   
     With holes punched in it   
     I’m counting UFO’s   
     I signal them with my lighter   
     And in this moment I am happy   
     Happy   
     Incubus   
      
                 Fox Mulder lay his long lean body on the bare sand, relishing in   
   the small amount of pain that the grains offered him.  Sweats whipped around   
   his body, letting his mind wander around absently.  This was his favorite   
   place to run to, usually    
   after one of his too vigorous early morning runs he would land here until the   
   sun came up, just waiting for his body to slow down.   
                 Most of the time, he spent just looking up into the fading night   
   sky.  Wondering where she was, or what she was doing now.  He often found   
   himself thinking of her here, but here was the one place where thoughts of his   
   long missing sister    
   were not sad ones.  At the beach, Mulder allowed himself to imagine what she   
   would look like now, how she would sound, if she would still be tormenting him.   
                 Yeah, he smiled, she would.   
                 He stretched his long frame out, feeling each muscle begin to   
   settle back down and soften.  His mother would not be up yet, she often passed   
   out after taking too many of her pills, sleeping off her stupor until well   
   after he had left the    
   house for school.  He looked at his watch and promised himself to leave to go   
   check in on her in ten minutes.   
                 Sometimes, if he really felt down, he would imagine that   
   Samantha was asleep at home, that he had simply dashed out for a run and left   
   his mom and sister asleep in the house.  Reality usually caught up with him   
   before he even left the beach.   
     He would climb the stairs of the house, still praying silently, and yet   
   knowing what he would find as he opened the door to the house he shared with   
   only his mother.   
                 Mulder put his hands behind his head, staring up at the clouds   
   that swirled over him, fog so thick he could not see the red head bounding   
   toward him.   
      
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                 Dana felt the wind picking her up more than she was comfortable   
   with, a great gust knocked her back a few feet, and her ass connected with   
   something soft and vocal.   
                 “Hey,” the body gasped.   
                 “OOf” she managed trying to get up from her precarious position.   
                 “Is that your final answer?” It was definitely a male voice,   
   looking down, Dana found herself searching the deepest hazel eyes she had ever   
   seen. “Sorry.” She managed finally rolling off of the lanky form.   
                 “S’ok” the boy grinned. “Glad I could be here to break your   
   fall, hate for you to have landed on all that hard sand.” He rose to his feet   
   extending a hand to the plumpish red head that had seemingly fell out of the   
   sky.   
                 She accepted his assistance, and once to her feet bean to dust   
   sand out of her hair. “Thank you.”   
                 He smiled at her again; her eyes were the same color as the   
   ocean he noted.  She was obviously younger than him, but something in her eyes   
   seemed so much older, so much more subdued than the wildness lurking in his.   
   “Not a problem, I needed    
   a wake up call anyway.  Fox Mulder.” He offered.   
                 “Hi Fox, I’m Dana Scully.” She wondered why he winced at hearing   
   his name.   
                 “Yeah, hmm about that.” He began trying to sound nonchalant. “No   
   one actually calls me Fox, at least no one that wants to have me respond.” He   
   grinned that grin at her again.   
                 “Your parents?” she asked in disbelief.   
                 “Them too, “but this was not as cocky an answer as before.   
                 “Ok…Mulder. Thank you for letting me land on you.” She snickered.   
                 He smiled as if to say any time, and before she realized it she   
   was smiling back. “It is so peaceful here.” He mused out loud.   
      
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