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     TITLE: No One Is To Blame (3/26)   
      
     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'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.   
      
           Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx   
      
           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.   
      
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