From: "Kris "Beast" Abel" <kabelicious@gmail.com>
Date:          Thu, 9 May 1996 12:04:20 EST
Subject:       "Fountain" series & others


This is a call to forget all the X-Files up to "Anasazi". This is a call to 
make you think about sprinklers, bare feet, and the giggles you had as a
kid. This is a call to use your imagination.
OK, OK..I'll cut the crud.
This is a cutsy X-Files related bit o' Egor's overactive
imagination, boredom, and near to none existence of a social
life. In other words, this IS a relationship story between Agents
Mulder and Scully. There is no sex, mild swearing, and a few immature
scenes contained herein. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did thinking
them up for your reading pleasure!;)

Oh, Agents Mulder, Scully, and the rest of the X-Files belong to FOX,
10:13 Productions, and the worldly Chris Carter(bow down before Carter!).
I am happy being humbly broke, so, please, don't sue me! I have 14 dogs to
support!

Anyhoot, on with the SHOW!!
(What, no popcorn?)

Fountains
    by Kris Abel, kabelicious@gmail.com


    The night air stirred a breeze about the Lincoln Memorial; swirling leaves
into mini tornadoes all about. Even though it was June, the nights were still
chilly and crisp in Washington, D.C. Fox Mulder drew his jacket closer about
his shoulders, gazing out at the water under the sparkling stars above. It
had been a long time since he had felt the need to be here. He had not visited
the memorial since Scully's disappearance. He hadn't needed to. But after
that Donny Pfhaster up in Minnesota....he still felt a shiver run up his 
spine at the thought of it. Not ever in his life did Mulder wish to see his
partner go through pain like that again....even if it meant getting himself 
killed. You can't change the past, Mulder, that annoying voice in his head
admonished. All you can do is remember it. And then the feeling of Scully's
soft, slim body pressed tight against his came back to him. The perfume of
her hair..the press of her hands on his back. Mulder felt the sensations of
warmth build first in his face, then travel downward to infuse his entire 
body. 
    "Having a good dream?" A voice inquired. Mulder opened his eyes to find 
Scully, red hair in a ponytail, standing in front of him; her mouth in a 
wry grin.
    "Maybe. So, Scully, have a seat. What brings you out to the Memorial at
2:30 in the morning?" He asked, feeling her settle down next to him on the
bench. A draft of wind brought the scent of her hair to tickle his nose as she
spoke.
    "Well, given the fact that you A. weren't answering any of your phones and 
that, B., your car was parked in the lot near here, I thought I might stop
by to see if you were still alive." Scully said. "Also, I was interested in 
finding out just what you were doing out here at 2:30 in the morning." He
smiled and looked out at the water. 
    "Obviously, you can see the gorgeous view, the peace, the quiet...I think
those are three VERY good reasons to come here this late." Mulder leaned back
on the bench; crossing his arms behind his head. Finding the view of the sky 
wasn't very good from there, he got up and walked down to the water's edge to
lay down on the dew-ridden grass. Soft footsteps told him that Scully had
followed him. 
   "Mulder, what's the real reason?" She asked softly, kneeling to sit cross-
legged by his head; her thigh brushing against his propped up hands. The 
tingle from that slight, instant touch sent a shiver running up his spine.
It felt good.
   "Lie down, Scully." He said quietly. Scully mutely strechted out by him on 
the grass, rolling onto her side to face him in the moonlight. The moon seemed
to make his face shine like marble in the quiet night. Gently, she reached out
a hand to caress his cheek.
   "Mulder, don't keep secrets from me now. What's wrong?" She asked. In 
answer, he caught her hand and held it in both of his; studying it. 
   "When Pfaster had you down on the ground, there were a few seconds there
when I thought you were dead. I didn't know this before this case, but, Scully,
if anything were ever to happen to you, I don't think I could go on." He 
said. She breathed in suddenly and stared at him; understanding clouding her
eyes.
   "Mulder, what are you saying? We're FBI agents and one of the risks that
we take is getting killed. For us perhaps more regularly than anyone else. 
It's apart of our job, Mulder," she said. He sat up to face her and took her
face in his hands. 
   "You're right, but, Scully, Dana, I-I..," He began and then fell silent.
   "Mulder?" 
   "I-I care about you more than anyone in my life right now and if you were
to leave my life, I think I would kill myself." He said and stared her 
straight into her eyes. He watched as concerned green flashed to clear blue
as her eyes opened wide in shock. 
    "I had no idea that you had the same feelings as me," she breathed
quietly and stared at the ground. *The SAME?!* His mind shrieked.
    "What do you mean?" He asked. She bit her lip and then it was her turn 
to stare him right in the face. 
    "I mean that I would porbably quit the Bureau and become a spinster if 
you were ever to die," she said. *Could it be? Does she-* "I love you, 
Mulder." She said. *Oh, no! You pushed too hard, he's-*
    "I love you too, Scully," he said with a smile. She laughed at this and
soon so was he. When the laughter ceased, there was a great big smile on 
both of their faces. The smile turned serious when Mulder stood up..and then
bent over to pick up his partner in his strong arms. Scully wrapped her arms
around his neck and looked at him in trust. Bendin his head, eyes closed, he
gently brushed his lips against hers. She shivered as he enveloped her lips
and kissed her deeply. Mulder felt a stirring in his groin and quickly tried
to supress it. Looking around frantically, he found the source of his 
salvation and ran for it. Scully held on as tight as she could..but then she
saw exactly where he was headed.
    "Mulder! What the-," and she was silent as Mulder dived into the giant
pool at the Capital Spread. Scully sputtered as she came up for air and 
glared angrily at her drenched partner. He smiled apologetically and spread
his hands wide, but he began to run as his partner charged him and dunked 
him under the water. When he finally came up for air, he grabbed her around
the waist and pulled her under him as a full fledged dunking war began at
3:00 in the morning in the Reflecting Pool in the middle of Washington, D.C.
Some fun, huh?;)
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Well? How's that? Should I write the ending to it? Inquiring minds wish to
know! E-mail me and tell me!
Kris "Beast" Abel
The Master of the Dungeon and the Head No-Brain of Grosse Pointe
"If a man can live off hate, why can't he live off love?"
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