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   TITLE: No One Is To Blame 6/26   
   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   
      
      
   It was a hot summer night and the beach was   
   burning   
   There was fog crawling over the sand   
   When I listen to your heart I hear the whole   
   world turning   
   I see the shooting stars falling through your   
   trembling hands   
   You were licking your lips and your lips were   
   shining   
   I was dying just to ask for a taste   
   We were lying together in a silver lining   
   By the light of the moon there was not another   
   moment to waste   
   And you hold me so close that my knees grew weak   
   And my soul is flying high above the ground   
   I'm trying to speak but no matter what I do   
   I just can't seem to make any sound   
   	Meat Loaf   
      
         "Dana, " her mother called form across the   
   bridge of sleep. "Dana you have to get up, you   
   need to come home, at least for a few hours ok?"   
   Maggie gently rubbed her daughter's back, she had   
   let Bill leave her up at the hospital for two   
   days, but Maggie worried that Dana was not caring   
   for herself.   
         "Mom," she breathed, shaking off the haze   
   of sleep. "I have to stay here I have to be here   
   when he wakes up..." They had gone in yesterday   
   to relieve some of the swelling in Mulder's   
   brain, they weren't positive he would awaken   
   soon.   
   	"Dana, you are not taking care of yourself, when   
   was the last time you even ate?" she noted her   
   daughters haggard appearance and her worn too   
   long clothes. "I will bring you back after ten   
   hours, deal?" she knew Dana needed to be here,   
   but she needed to care for Dana.   
   	Reluctantly, Dana kissed Mulder on the cheek and   
   told his idle form that she would return in the   
   morning.  If he heard her, he made no response to   
   it.  She looked back over her shoulder at the boy   
   lying still in the hospital bed, and said a   
   silent prayer for him to awaken.   
      
   Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx   
      
   	She went over to the Mulder house on a mission.   
   There were a few things she wanted to retrieve   
   form there to bring back to the hospital with   
   her.  While Maggie believed her to be upstairs   
   sleeping, Dana slipped out of the patio door of   
   her house and padded off to Mulder's in the cool   
   still frosty winter night.   
   	She walked with a purpose, during the time she   
   had nursed him after his last run in with Bill   
   Mulder, Mulder had shown her the hidden key, if   
   ever he could not get to the door she had an in.   
   	A little breaking and entering was good for the   
   soul, she mused.  Quietly with extreme caution,   
   she removed the key from its place, only mildly   
   afraid of walking in on Bill Mulder himself.   
   Praying silently, she crept into the front door,   
   stealing into his room and retrieving his prized   
   possessions, including her present to him,   
   Samantha's doll, and the cross she'd given him.   
   	Pocketing a few more items she made her way out   
   the house, not wanting to run the risk of even   
   running into either of Mulder's 'parents'.   
      
   	Maggie had gladly taken her daughter back to the   
   hospital in Baltimore, Dana was a wreck at home,   
   she had not slept and barely shoveled down a bowl   
   of chili, what was once her favorite meal.   
   Maggie bid Dana good luck and barring a phone   
   call, promised she would return to collect her   
   tomorrow.   
   	She smelled the smoke before she even made it to   
   his room, which she could not understand, Mulder   
   did not smoke, and they rarely let anyone smoke   
   in a hospital.  The middle aged man sat in her   
   chair, by Mulder's bed, smoking.   
   	"Ms. Scully, I had hoped that we would finally   
   meet, but I had wished under much better   
   circumstances." He drew in a long drag off the   
   cigarette in his hand.   
   	"I don't think you should be smoking in here Mr.   
   Mulder." She fumed   
   	He chuckled at her improper recognition. "I'm   
   not Mr. Mulder," he defended, drawing yet another   
   long puff before extinguishing it in the ashtray.   
      
   	"Then who are you? "Dana was getting really   
   tired of this game.   
   	"A family friend, I am glad I got to meet you   
   Ms. Scully, I have heard so many good things from   
   you." He smiled.   
   	"From whom?" she asked unbelievingly.   
   	"My dear, I am an associate of Mr. Mulder, and   
   what we do for the government well let's just say   
   I deal in knowledge.  You have quite the   
   scientific mind; I look forward to observing your   
   career." He smiled at her again. "I am sure we   
   will hear nothing but great things from you." He   
   looked back down at the boy on the bed. "This is   
   a shame."   
   	Dana softened at the perceived concern in the   
   man's voice. "Yeah," she agreed, trying to mask   
   her emotions.   
   	"I can assure you of two things Ms. Scully>" he   
   offered to her as she drew in closer to her.   
   "One, this will never happen again, Mr. Mulder   
   and his actions have been dealt with, this is   
   something that will never be repeated."   
   	"Thank You." She meant it, something about this   
   man emitted power and influence, it made Scully   
   wonder about what line of work Mr. Mulder was   
   really in. "And the second thing?" she asked like   
   a child promised an ice cream cone.   
   	The mysterious man reached into his pocket and   
   lit a second Morely. "He will awaken shortly   
   Dana." He looked into her deep blue eyes,   
   searching them. "Fox finally got lucky in his   
   short miserable life, he is fortunate to have you   
   and your family.  You all care so deeply for him.   
    I hope you two can remain-close. I do have a   
   request for you my dear, just a small one for the   
   favor I have done."   
   	""Ok," she offered flatly, not sure if this man   
   could be real.   
   	"Don't tell Mulder I was here, he is not very   
   fond of the work his father does, and I am afraid   
   that my presence may upset him in his state.  I   
   realize the two of you base your-friendship on   
   complete honesty, but I am a powerful ally Dana,   
   if there ever comes a time you need an alliance,   
   you'll know how to contact me." He smiled down at   
   the young girl before rising out of his seat and   
   leaving.   
   	Scully ran to the door, but only caught the tail   
   of his trench coat as he disappeared around the   
   corner.  She watched the fabric flap around the   
   wall before it followed its owner into the   
   brightly lit hall.  She had stood with the door   
   open far longer than she had realized.   
   	"Scully," the voice made her whip around at   
   lightening speed.   
   	"Mulder," she cried reaching his side in seconds   
   flat. "Oh my God you are awake!" She touched his   
   face, his hair wanted to touch every inch of him   
   just to believe.   
   	"Didja miss me?" he grinned as she buried her   
   face into his neck. "Hey Scully, you been   
   smoking?"   
   	   
   Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx   
      
   	"So, what did I get for Christmas Scully?" He   
   asked after the doctor's had examined him   
   thoroughly, they satin his room. He in the bed   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)