From: "Pepper" Date: Sun, 28 Feb 1999 15:21:31 -0000 Subject: NEW: Better, Best Forogtten by Pepper Title: Better, Best Forgotten Author: Pepper E-mail Address: Scully@cwcom.net Rating: PG Classification: ScullyAngst, Vignette Distribution: Archive at Xemplary, and Gossamer. Spoiler Warning: None Keywords: Alternate Universe? Summary: Scully thoughts. Authors Notes: This is my second fanfic. Feedback is appreciated good or bad! And a big thank you to my beta-reader, Sheryl. Disclaimer: They all belong to CC, 1013 and Fox not me or I would have a better modem! Except the new guy Daniel Peterson he's mine but he's not award-winning! The lyrics are Elton John-Blue Avenue so they belong to him. "Better, Best Forgotten" By Pepper She sat alone on a couch in her apartment, her eyes glazed over in thought. She was a mess. "We were happy. Why did things change? Before the marriage, we were happy, revelling in the attention we received just after our engagement. Our wedding day was beautiful; family and friends gathered around to witness the couple brought together after so many years." A sigh escaped from within her. "My dress was exquisite. It was white with a straight bodice and skirt that flared out. I looked beautiful in it. My hair was curled and hung around my face, and in it was a jewelled tiara with a light lace adorning the back of my head. He said I was more beautiful than he had ever seen me; I was happier than I had ever been." She bent forward to retrieve a glass from the coffee table. As she took a gulp, fresh tears sprung forward into her eyes. "Why could our happiness not last? I was sure that he was the one. The person I was supposed to have by my side for the rest of my life." The brandy felt good as it slid down her throat, the burning sensation it created mixing with the pain she felt inside. "I loved him. He loved me, or at least I thought he did. It did take us a long time to figure it out, but when we did everyone was thrilled. We celebrated our first anniversary; he took me out dancing. We danced the night away and then came back to our home. I was hoping for a baby, but it didn't happen. Either it wasn't the right night or I can't conceive. I already knew, but I just wanted to see if I could. I now must be glad, because I wouldn't want to have put a precious baby through the pain I am feeling." The tears flowed freely now, so she stood up to find a tissue. The apartment was silent, so she turned music on. She reached up to get her favourite CD from the shelf, but came back with one of his. She put it on. The familiar music of Elton John came through the stereo. He hadn't liked this sort of music when he first met her, but he grew to like it through their marriage. Blue Avenue--"It's like your eyes"--he had said as they danced during their first as man and wife. *I gotta quit this habit It's like some drug for you You've been my sweet sweet addict I've been your little white boy blue* 'How true' she thought *You've got the same obsession We ain't no cat and mouse You linger on my lips like confession You laid the traps in this house* "He always said that my work was my obsession. He made me quit the FBI and go back to Pathology. He hadn't wanted me to stay in the FBI. He also hated my going to confession because he thought I was telling the priest about our marriage. Our house, huh. That crumbled with our happiness. We are both back in our old apartments because we didn't get round to selling them. I'm just glad to be home." She began to cry again; the tears fell, but she didn't bother wiping them away. "Let them fall--I don't care. I don't care if people come over and see my mascara-covered face. I don't care if the neighbours call the police because I'm screaming too loud. I don't care if he walks in the door right now. "I don't care!" she screamed to her empty apartment. "I'm alone." "I have no friends now; my colleagues are just that. I left my only friends at the FBI when I departed to join Pathology. I had a friend in my husband, but now I have no husband. I have my mom, but she lives so far away and I don't want to bother her with my worries. Bill would probably just say 'I told you so'. No, that's heartless; he would be sorry for me, but he's away on his ship." She carried on talking to herself because she didn't care what the neighbours thought. "The divorce came through today. I was Mrs. Daniel Peterson. Dana and Daniel, huh. Four years we were married. That's all history from today. Now I'm back to Ms. Dana Scully. I'm happy, really; I'm no longer tied to Daniel. He was an FBI agent too. We met in the cafe; we were friends for a while, and everyone was glad when we finally decided to get married. He's still an FBI agent. I think I'll return to the FBI, I miss it, really. But I have no friends, there so why bother?" Scully began to cry as she remembered the friend she had left behind at the FBI. It had been four years since she'd last seen Mulder. 'I last saw him at my wedding. He didn't look like he wanted to be there, but he stayed for me.' Scully picked up the phone and punched a number she hadn't used in four years. "Mulder". She heard his voice coming through the line and began to cry. She hadn't heard that voice in four years. "Who is this???.crank callers." "Mulder, don't hang up, please don't hang up." She cried into the phone. "Scully?" "Mulder it's over, its over". The End I live for feedback! Scully@cwcom.net