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   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.   
      
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   	"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   
      
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