From: "Leslie Cummings" <scully9485@hotmail.com>
Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2001 20:37:33 -0000
Subject: submission
Source: direct

Title: Bacchanal
Date: Friday the 13th, April, 2001
Author: The Bostonian Bitches
E-mail: Scully9485@hotmail.com
Distribution: ANYWHERE, just tell me first please and
thanks.
Spoiler warning: Mostly just the whole cancer-arc
Rating PG, PG-13ish. Not graphic (damn!)
Content: MSR all the way baybee!
Summary: Mulder and Scully are on a boring case and
they go for a drive. What do they happen to come
upon.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but how can you own
people?  Well I don't, the biggest no-romo of them
all does, that surfer dude. what's his name. Carter
right? If I did own them do you think I'd be writing
crappy fan fic like this?
Thanks: To Lisa, who is so confused I don't know even
know where to begin with her. To Amanda who is one of
the bitchy Bostonians. And Ashley who is my oldest
phile friend, but we don't talk much anymore. anyway
this is dedicated to you guys.  Boston and Barenaked
Ladies rule man!
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2:38 P.M. Inn by the Sea, Bath, Maine

Scully sat on her bed, utterly bored.  The homicide
detail her partner and herself had been assigned to
had been closed, the suspect turning himself in.

They had discussed this topic at length for some time
before becoming bored with that.  There was nothing
on television, the television not working.  No radio,
no good restaurants and nothing to do.  Her partner
and herself had agreed to go for a car ride.

She enjoyed the comfortable silences that they shared
while they drove together in the car.  She loved to
watch him, when he wasn't aware that she was.  He
always looked as if he were at peace, no
distractions, and just the road in front of him.  She
had always wanted to lean over and see what he would
do.  If he would stop the car, placing priority on
her.

They drove, both content to keep driving. They drove
for an hour and a half before his eyes perked up and
his breathing heightened.  He wordlessly pointed out
of the window to his left, a carnival.  He turned to
Scully and smiled a devious smile. The smile of a
child who was about to get his way.

"Mulder, no."  She said rolling her eyes and then
casting them down.

"Aw, come on Scully.  There's nothing to do back at
the motel and god knows we could use a little fun."
He touched her arm and she quickly tensed and cast
her eyes down once more.

"Mulder, carnivals are disgusting.  They're dirty and
they always try to haggle you into playing those
games that you can't win.  Then they become addictive
and before you know it they've haggled you out of
fifty bucks."

"Well, I guess I'd better bring my wallet then." He
said before quickly jumping out of the car.

4:23 P.M.  York Annual Spring Carnival

Mulder waited out side of the car before Scully
finally decided to get out.  She wore a sullen look.
"I can't believe I'm letting you talk me into this."
She said giving him a stern look.  "I can't believe
we've never done this before." He said amusing
himself more than Scully.

"Yeah, usually we go ghostbusting, or mutant hunting,
or search for aliens, or."  "I get the point." He
said, and started walking towards the carnival's
entrance.

After they had paid to enter the carnival, Mulder
practically raced over to the ticket counter. Once
they had obtained their tickets, Mulder looked around
in awe. He looked like a kid in a candy store. He
didn't know what ride to ride first.

Scully pulled up the rear, and placed a hand on the
small of his back.  She expected him to jump or turn
around, but he only took it from his back and clasped
hers in his own.  She had a pang of intuition to pull
away, that she was to close, but she was weary.  She
was tired, tired from the long haul, from the past
day, tired from the past seven years.

So she didn't.

He walked with her slowly through the brightly
colored lights.  By now it had begun to get dark and
the carnival was now brightly lit and bustling with
people.  Mulder pulled out a string of tickets that
must have been six feet long.

"What do you want to do first Scully?"
"Mulder, as much as I'd like to, I can't act like I'm
sixteen today.  This is a new suit and I'm NOT
ruining it, this time.  I've already spent too much
money on clothes since I've been working with you
and."
"Scully, in all due respect.  Shut up.  You're
ruining the moment."

With that she did shut up and followed him, she would
always follow him, and she hated it.

He walked with her through the groups of people, the
children and the concession stands, staring at
everything.

"So, what first Scully?" he asked squeezing her hand.
"Nothing Mulder, you're going on your own." She said,
shaking her head.

He stood for a moment, contemplating just how to get
her on the tilt-a-whirl.  He went with the most
forward approach he could think of.

"How about the tilt-a-whirl Scully? It's harmless,
and it's not too exciting."  He looked down at her
expectantly, half hoping that she would reject him
and so that he could badger her some more.  He loved
to see her get flustered.

".Alright." she finally huffed and pulled him by his
hand into the short line.  He smiled into her hair as
he pulled her close.

"Thank you." He whispered down into her ear and then
straightened back up.

They waited for a brief time and then were admitted,
handing the Carny eight little green stubs.  They
chose a cart toward the back of the ride.  They sat
and pulled the bar down into their laps to secure it.
She sat toward the right side of the cart and he
scooted over next to her.

"Mulder, you're going to crush me." She said. "I
won't, I promise." He replied as he slipped his arm
delicately around her shoulders.  The ride began, and
about two seconds into it, the cart was spinning out
of control.

She laughed.  She laughed a genuine laugh, and he
looked at her amused by the sound and by the fact
that she had let go of that little piece of
happiness.  He was experiencing happiness with her,
and he was overwhelmed.  He was overwhelmed at the
fact of how good it felt to be happy with her.  He
squeezed her a bit tighter and she looked up at him,
her crystal blue eyes shining in the fading sunlight.

When the ride had finally stopped Scully slowly made
her way out of the car. She walked toward the exit
looking to the entire world as if she had just come
from a kegger party. Mulder on the other hand seemed
perfectly fine.

"That was fun, what should we go on next? Ooooo I
know let's ride the thunderbolt!" Mulder grabbed
Scully's arm and pulled her towards the thunderbolt.

"Mulder I don't think I want to go on this ride."

"Ah, come on, you're an FBI agent, how can you be
afraid of a little carnival ride?"

"Mulder I'm not even gonna go into the reports of
carnival rides on awry."

"Good lets go." He said happily and dragged her up
the stairs, handed the Carny six tickets and gently
pushed her into one of the swinging cars.

"See we even get to listen to music as we ride." Said
Mulder cheerily and pulled the bar down.  "Yeah, and
then when we get thrown from the car at least it will
be to the wonderful tunes of today's `hip' music"

"Geez, Scully, you don't have to be so morbid, I'm
sure nothing will happen."

Suddenly the car started moving forward and Scully
hung on for dear life. The ride picked up speed and
the car started swinging violently. Scully gripped
the bar with every ounce of strength she could
muster.

Mulder was smiling and laughing, and had his arms
over his head and were waving them around like crazy.
She chuckled at him and went back to being thoroughly
terrified.  The ride slowed down and Scully let out a
relieved sigh.

Just as she was beginning to regain her composure the
ride started to spin backwards.  She closed her eyes
and began to feel nauseous.  Her mind wet back to the
memories of her chemotherapy sessions and how ill she
had felt after them.  She didn't want to feel like
that again.

Just as she was about to voice her opinion, Mulder
sensed her fear and once again put her arm around
her.  She was comforted a bit.

After four excruciating minutes, the ride came to a
halt and they exited the ride.  She was dizzy, quite
actually and she wanted nothing more to sit down and
relax.  Preferably in her own motel room.  She sat
down on a bench and closed her eyes.

She sat for quite awhile before opening her eyes to
find a large pink cloud in front of her.

"Cotton candy Scully?" Mulder asked plopping down on
the bench next to her and taking a very large bite.
It melted in his mouth.  She took a piece of the
sugary confection and popped it into her mouth.

"Mulder, I don't mean to ruin the night, which I must
admit has been.fun.but I really don't feel up to it
now." She said, pushing a tuft of gold-red hair put
of her eyes.

"Aww, come on Scully. We haven't gone on the Zipper,
or the Skymaster or," she cut him off, "Mulder,
please, can we just go?"

"Scully. fine but we should at least go on the Ferris
wheel.  It's a beautiful night and." He trailed off
into nothingness, leaving the rest up to her.

"Fine Mulder, just the Ferris wheel and then I go and
have a bath."  "Hmmm," he replied "That's sounds
promising."

"Alone Mulder. I will be bathing ALONE."  "Fine,
Scully.  But I can be quite fun in the bath. Playing
with the rubber ducky."

"Let's.just...go on the the Ferris wheel before I
have an aneurysm."

He once again took her hand and they set out to find
the Ferris wheel.  Once they did, they stood in a
long line, but they didn't mind.  It was so beautiful
out, that the people in line just stood enjoying the
great Maine atmosphere.  After ten minutes of waiting
the duo got a car.

It wasn't a traditional Ferris wheel.  It was one
with the big carts that fit eight people.  But it was
only the two of them, in a very large cart.  Mulder
really didn't need to be that close to her.  He had
excuse before, being in such close proximity on the
previous rides.

The night was clear and breezy and the wind caressed
her hair and brought it in front of her face.  She
looked up over the edge of the seat and over the
crystal ocean.  It was beautiful.  A beautiful starry
Maine night.

This time before Mulder acted he asked her permission
first.

"Scully, can I um.can I." he trailed off intending to
drop the inquiry until Scully snuggled up next to him
and settled down, content not having to fight with
her consciousness telling her that this was wrong.

She really didn't want to care.  And she didn't, and
having an epiphany she did something totally
unexpected.

She screamed.  A free scream, followed by a fit of
giggles and her shaking the cart.  Mulder was
thoroughly confused by her current behavior.

Then Mulder had a revelation.  She was allowing
herself to be free.  Free of her binding thoughts and
opinions.  She was being her true self.  And he loved
it. He loved her.

He tried to feel surprised as her thought of himself
loving her, but he didn't.  Their souls had long
since fused and they were one.

He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her to him
in one swift motion.  She sat lightly on his lap and
placed her lips delicately on his.  She smiled around
his mouth.

She was glad she had let herself go free.

And so was he.

TA DA! It's my (our first) piece of posted fan-fic.
I'm so happy.  Pure crap, I must admit, I guess I
suck at this.  But if you reply to me I might not
jump off this building.

"What do you mean I have to do another autopsy?
And why do I have to do it right now?
I just spent hours on my feet doing and autopsy.
All for you, I do it all for you Mulder.
You know I haven't even eaten since six o'clock this
morning and all that was was half of a cream cheese
bagel and it wasn't even real cream cheese, it was
light cream cheese. And now you want me to run out
and do another autopsy?  What the hell happened to
you?"
Scully in "Bad Blood"

Merci beaucoup!
Leslie and Amanda