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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’m not superstitious I have no doubt   
     That there’s a reason how things turn out   
     While things are changing from day to day   
     I’ll keep this feeling with me all the way   
     And I want you to know that you’re on my mind   
     Every day, all of the time   
     So keep on walking that road and I’ll follow   
     Keep on calling my name I’ll be there   
     And if a mirror should break   
     It’s easy to take   
     Deep down I know that you care   
     But I’m not superstitious.   
                 Europe   
      
     If anyone would have commented to the two teenagers that they spent too much   
   time together, they would not deny it.  They walked to school together, ate   
   lunch together, and walked back to the Scully residence for after school study   
   sessions and    
   chocolate chip cookies, which Mrs. Scully baked incessantly.  Mrs. Scully had   
   also begun to serve dinner a half hour earlier, just to accommodate Fox   
   Mulder’s Cinderella act promptly at six.  He had begun to spend so much time   
   there; Maggie Scully had    
   even put him on the chore rotation, to no one’s great surprise.  He had been   
   adopted into the fold, and no one seemed to mind.   
                 His Biology grades were better, thanks to Dana, she had made   
   sure to keep him focused during study times, and even incorporating sports   
   into the lessons to ensure his attention and retention.  When she quizzed him   
   on Biology, she usually    
   had him out in front of the hoop on their garage, every time she asked him a   
   question; she shot him the ball to make a basket.   
      Weekends were their favorite times, the first weekend they spent together   
   Fox Mulder was introduced to Captain Scully.  He had appeared on their   
   doorstep early that first Saturday since meeting Dana, asking if she wanted to   
   go for a run.   
     “Why? We being chased? “She asked half seriously.   
     “No, its good for you, you know…running gets the heart pumping, c’mon   
   Scully.” He smirked.   
     “Why don’t you come in for breakfast?  There is someone here you should   
   meet.” She grabbed him by the arm before he could even answer.   
     “So this is the infamous Fox Mulder?” Captain Scully asked clapping the   
   young man on the back—hard.   
     “I don’t know about infamous Sir,” he managed after the hearty greeting.   
     “Well, my wife and daughter can’t stop talking about you.” He grinned at the   
   blushing teen.   
     “Ahab,” Scully blanched. “God you make it sound like we are picking out   
   China patterns.”   
     “Awww, Scully, you didn’t tell him about the baby either huh?” Mulder grinned   
     They all sat down to a huge breakfast, to which Scully and Mulder were   
   nominated for dish detail. “I gotta stop showing up here.” He muttered as   
   Maggie Scully tied an apron around his middle.  Bill shot him a “better you   
   than me” look as he grabbed the    
   basketball and challenged Mulder to a game when he was done.  A few hundred   
   dishes and a dozen water fights later, Maggie finally shooed Fox and Dana out   
   of her kitchen, declaring that she could have canoed in the puddles they left   
   on her floor.   
     The afternoon was filled with the kind of magic that carefree children   
   create on Saturdays, basketball and B-movies, laughter and friendly besting.    
   Mulder fit in so well in the Scully household, anyone driving by would guess   
   he was a Scully.   
     “You’re having fun huh?” Scully asked a reclining, albeit sweaty Mulder.   
     “You have no idea,” he muttered, swigging down fresh iced tea. “Don’t ever   
   forget how lucky you are.” He spoke watching Charlie and Bill fight over what   
   to watch on TV. “What I wouldn’t give…”   
     She knew he often got sad, that this melancholy would fade after a little   
   while, “You sure you can’t stay late tonight?  I think Ahab likes you, he said   
   something about playing you in a game of Chess.” She smiled.   
     “I wish I could Scully.” He said honestly, “But I have to…” he looked at the   
   clock in the living room, again the sad look crossed his face. “I have to go.”   
   He touched her hand before leaving, as if considering for a moment something,   
   and then at the    
   last minute he rose, thanked Mr. and Mrs. Scully for their hospitality and   
   turned to leave.   
     “See you tomorrow Fox,” Mr. Scully nodded. “You owe me a game of Chess.”   
     “Maybe you’ll come to church with us tomorrow?  We would love to have you.”   
   Maggie offered.   
     “No Ma’am, I don’t think so, but I will come by for that game Sir, “ he   
   smiled and left.   
     “That is a hell of a kid there Dana,” Captain Scully announced as he sat   
   next to his youngest daughter on the couch. “What’s the story with his   
   family?” he asked having picked up on the tension.   
     “His sister went missing five years ago.” She half whispered so that no one   
   else would hear. “His family never got over it.  I get the impression there is   
   more to it there though Dad.” She spoke wistfully.   
     “Well, he sure seems to be stuck on you Dana.” Her father grinned at his   
   daughter.   
     “Dad, I told you we are just friends, he is my lab partner.’ She smiled,   
   drawing her legs to her chin.   
     “I hear he spends a lot of time here…”Mr. Scully drawled.   
     “Yeah, we are study buddies, plus his house is…complicated” she wasn’t sure   
   how to explain it.   
     “Uh Huh,” Mr. Scully offered, not believing his daughter, he saw the look on   
   that boy’s face, hell he had had the same look a few times in his life, but   
   only once that mattered. “Well, even though he is three years older than you,   
   just know Dana, that    
   your mother and I approve.” He smiled at his blushing daughter.   
     “Oh Brother.” She mumbled.   
      
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     Fox Mulder sat in his room, stretched out on his double bed listening to his   
   stereo and thinking.  There was a time that his thoughts here in his room   
   would be of Samantha, but for the last week, a certain red head had been   
   invading his thoughts more    
   and more, and no matter what he did, he could not exorcise her from them.   
     No matter how many times he reminded himself of her age, he came back to the   
   incident in the cafeteria, maybe he was under the spell of a little hero   
   worship.  She had stormed his life and was holding his depression hostage.  He   
   found himself making up    
   excuses on a Saturday to be there at her house, and he had only known her for   
   a week.  He knew she could be trusted, implicitly; he had no reason to feel   
   ashamed about his life, not with her.  He decided to answer all of her   
   questions from now on.  It    
   was just time to let someone in.  They had accepted him, and they were good   
   people, maybe he was good too, maybe.   
      
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