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|    [all-xf] No One Is to Blame (5/26) (1/2)    |
|    10 Mar 06 14:48:28    |
      From: zapquilt_2000@yahoo.com               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 drove up to Hillside Manor        Sometime after two am        And I talked a little while about the year        I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower        Makes you talk a little lower        About the things you could not show her        And it’s been a long December        And there’s reason to believe        Maybe this year will be better than the last        I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell myself to hold on        To these moments as they pass        And it’s one more day up in the canyon        And it’s one more night in Hollywood.        You think you might come to California?        Think you should.        -----Counting Crows               Mulder didn’t know what to do about her, he had let her in so far, and she       was still on the outside poking, trying to wiggle her way in further. He       wasn’t keeping her out in some stupid macho attempt to be the big strong hero,       he knew he wasn’t that.        He didn’t keep the information about his life from her in some vain attempt to       save face; Mulder didn’t hold much of any self esteem in the first place. He       wasn’t afraid of his family issues chasing her off; he knew that if she       decided to run, it would        be better for her overall.        He was simply trying to keep her safe. The more she knew about his family,       the more danger she was in, and though he had very little knowledge of what       his father actually did for the State Department, he knew enough to be careful.        He had never expected to care for Dana Scully so deeply, nor her family.        The Scully clan had become something of an Achilles heel for him, he could       rarely tell them no, and even then he felt like he was letting the team down,       if he wasn’t so in love        with Dana Scully he would have wished to be born into that family.        Maybe marrying into it is good enough he mused, but that was something that       was a long way off, even though he knew where this was all heading, he just       had a few things to accomplish first.        Like finding Samantha.               Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx               They had loaded up the two cars, Christmas gifts and suitcases, Dana had       broke the news to her mother that Mulder would not be joining them, Mulder had       made himself a ghost for the last week, and no one but Dana knew why.        “Are you two fighting Dana?” Charlie had asked missing his Basketball buddy.       “Whatever it is just say yes, then he can come over again.” Things were so       simple at nine, and maybe things should have been simple at fourteen, but that       was for people who        weren’t in love with Fox Mulder.        “Charlie, we are not fighting, and it’s not that easy. “She sighed. ”Mulder       will be back after Christmas, ok?” she ruffled her little brother’s hair       before gathering together Mulder’s gifts from the family and heading off to       his house.        “Hi “ she smiled when he popped his head out of the front door as she came       around the corner. He was watching for me, she mused to herself, feeling her       cheeks get red at the thought.        “Hi yourself.” He smiled back, hazel eyes twinkling at her.        “Where’ve you been Mulder? The pong game hasn’t been used in a week, Mom’s       threatening to fling it out the window.” She smiled.        “Yeah, well I figured you guys needed space to get your things together to       go out to California.” He mumbled. “And maybe you needed a break from all of       the Mulder drama.”        “Mulder,” she shook her head. “Being in love with you should involve hazard       pay.” She laughed, and then realized what she had said out loud.        “Scully?” Mulder’s face so easy to read he could have been 74 point print.       “I hope that isn’t a joke, cause if it isn’t you don’t need to pull any of       those presents out of that bag...” he grabbed her shoulders, holding her       close. “I think I love you        too Dana Scully, “ he cried into her hair.        They stood on his steps, holding each other, neither one wanting to break       the magic. She had accidentally told him she loved him, and as he held her       close, she realized none of it was an accident at all. His hands searched her       face, and finding her        chin, he lifted her mouth enough for his lips to reach.        She was rendered breathless in his kiss, found colors swirling behind her       eyes as his mouth deepened its hold over hers as her hands went to his waist,       she felt her knees begin to give out, and just as she was sure she was going       to topple down the        stairs, he was there, holding onto her, like she knew he always would be.               Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx               California possesses a beauty and serenity that few people would associate       with the state, but in the low canyons and rolling hills there was a quiet       desolation that evoked feelings within her of freedom and longing. She had       always enjoyed their trips        out here, she had even spent a summer out in Fresno with her aunt and uncle       one year, falling in love with the contradictory nature of the Californian       topography, canyons and ocean, valleys and hills urban scrawl and rural       sprawls.        This vacation was different however, this vacation was miserable, she missed       Mulder every day, they had agreed not to open their gifts to each other until       they could be together, and she was dying to see what was in the three boxes       of differing sizes.        She had only got him one gift, but she knew it would be perfect, she had taken       a lot of time to think of this gift; wanting to be sure it would send the       right message to him. Not that the message needed to be inferred any longer.        He called her at six in the morning on Christmas Day, in truth he had held       out as long as he could, Mulder missed her so badly he thought he was going to       snap. They talked for an hour, before everyone else awoke to begin the       festivities. He promised        to call her again later, and Dana found herself wishing it was already later.        “You haven’t opened my presents yet have you?” he asked with a warning tone       in his voice. “Cause Santa has no room on his lap for naughty little girls…”       he chuckled        “Mulder!” she admonished. “No dirty talk on Christmas, not all of us are       godless heathens.”        “Hey,” he pouted. “I miss you Dana.” She knew that he was       letting out real emotions when he threw out her first name, they had always       referred to each other on a last name basis, and though she found it       breathtakingly sexy to hear him use        her first name, she still could not bring herself to call him Fox.        “I miss you too Mulder, I’ll be home in three days ok?” she       comforted him. “We’ll have our Christmas then, I promise.”              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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