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     TITLE: No One Is To Blame 1/26   
     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.   
           “Quiet,” she agreed looking out over the raging ocean.   
      
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