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|    Lenore Davies to All    |
|    xfc: No One Is To Blame (7/26) (1/3)    |
|    12 Mar 06 10:30:03    |
      From: zapquilt_2000@yahoo.com              TITLE: No One Is To Blame 7/26       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              Just a little Green       Like the color when the Spring is born       There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow.       Just a little Green       Like the nights when the northern lights perform       There'll be icicles and birthday clothes       And sometimes there'll be sorrow        Joni Mitchell               Dana had cried til she was sure there were       no more tears possible, that her ducts had simply       given up and closed up shop. When his first       letter arrived, a day after she saw him on the       plane, she cried harder. He had sent it out to       her three days before he even left, wanting to       make sure his first letter got to her right when       she needed it.        God, why did he have to be so freaking sweet?       She wanted so bad to hate him, hadn't he       abandoned her? Loved her and then left her?        Come on Dana, you guys are as close to engaged       as your gonna get without a hall and a date.        She knew he loved her, but the pain of losing       him to college was too much, she stayed in bed       that first week, cramming chocolate and mallow       mars down her throat in mass quantities. Her       mother and father were beside themselves, they       were not sure how to handle this pain she was       dealing with. They hoped she would snap out of       it, and they prayed she would get through it.        Funny what things can drag you out of your own       head kicking and screaming.        It was the second Saturday without him, only       fifteen days after he left on the plane. She had       sat in her room, box of Kleenex at her feet with       tiny rolled balls of paper tears stretched out       around the room. She sat staring out of her       window, as if any minute his lanky form would       stroll up to the basketball hoop and poke Bill       Jr. into a game, or pick up Charlie and make to       stuff him into the hoop. She wasn't the only one       in the house missing the spooky teen, somehow,       Fox Mulder had wormed his way into the house, he       had become imprinted on the very walls, his voice       as present as the stairs.        Charlie came bounding into her room in that way       that only nine year olds can. "Hey Dana Dane." He       sang as he flopped onto her bed.        "Charlie, one: don't call me that, and two, what       are you doing in my room without knocking I might       add." She reached over and snatched the doll away       from her younger brother before he got the chance       to grab it.        "I know you miss him Dana, he will be back,       remember you told me on Christmas?" He smiled at       his own brilliance. "He always comes back for you       Dana.' Charlie got up and ran outside to chase       after the ice cream man. The words didn't mean       much to the nine year old, he was just trying to       get his big sister to not be so grouchy, but Dana       realized something in his words.        The little shit was right.               "Order Up!" Scully shouted as she threw the food       onto Styrofoam containers, it wasn't as if she       really needed a job, her parents were aghast when       she came home clutching the hideous uniform.        "Mom, I need this, I can't be here all the time       its too much..." she tried to explain to them,       surprisingly Ahab needed more convincing than       Maggie, she knew all about being without the man       you love, and rattling around a house that has       everything of him there, except him. It was       agreed that as long as she maintained her same       gpa, she could continue to work. Maggie       convinced her husband she would quit as soon as       she worked thorough the sadnesses.        They finally relented, and happily Dana Scully       became the newest crew member at McDonald's. In       truth, she hating the job, she hated the smells       the food, and her idiot co workers. Mostly she       hated the customers, they were so demanding and       smug in their requests, she tried to ignore as       many as she could, which earned her a permanent       slot on the grill. Mulder's letters came like       clock work, even from across the ocean he was a       workaholic, she knew when to expect his letters,       and his love for her never faltered. She wrote       him back often, locking herself in her room til       all hours of the night to pen to him the perfect       words that flew around in her heart. He wrote of       the beauty of England, he wrote of trips with       friends to the British countryside, and       professors with accents so think he almost needed       a translator. Mulder had taken the train to       nearby Austria, but refused to go to France,       writing in his letter that was the one place he       would wait and go with her, so they could see it       together for the first time.        She knew he was having more fun than he wanted       to admit to her, and that was fine, she worried       about all the sophisticated female students he       attended school with., Scully never doubted his       loyalty, but guys had hormone issues, even       paranoid guys who trusted no one.        She still dragged herself off to work each day       she was scheduled, not wanting to be around the       house to be gogged at and doted upon, not wanting       to be in a house that reminded her of him.        The flu bug hit the Scully household in late       October, but it hit none harder than Dana.       Everyone was down for a week, forcing Dr. Scully       to not return for his monthly check in home.        "If you don't stop pushing yourself Dana, you       are never going to get over this bug." Her mother       warned as she watched her youngest daughter's       constant green complexion.        "I am not pushing myself Mom." She insisted,       dragging out her books to study for an hour       before she had to go to work.        "Dana, maybe this job is too much too soon..."       but the words died in her throat, Maggie knew       that look well, Dana was so much like her father,       stubborn and harder on herself than anyone. "All       right Dana, just do me a favor, cut back for a       while just until you get over this." Maggie       pleaded.        "Sure, fine whatever." Dana dismissed. Her       mothers request, long enough to run off into the       bathroom.              Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx               "Hey Scully," he sang on the phone, "You doing       ok? Your mom says you been sick." He had worried       about her every day since leaving,        "I'm fine Mulder." Dana was so happy to hear       from him, she did not want to dwell on anything       negative. "How do you like it over there?" she       asked trying not to sound too interrogative.        "Its ok, but..." he drawled. "Would have been a       lot better if you'd just crawled into one of my       trunks..." he chuckled        "Mulder," she warned suppressing giggles       herself.        "Aww Scully, you know you would have fit." She       could picture that pouty little lip of his just       dying to be kissed.        "Are you still coming home for Christmas?" she       asked hoping it didn't sound too pitiful.        "I may have a better idea Scully, and believe it              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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