From happyspitfire@juno.com Thu Apr 10 14:13:09 1997 Subject: Full Moon From: happyspitfire@juno.com (Sarah M Draughon) -------- TITLE: Full Moon AUTHOR: yit E-MAIL ADDRESS: HappySpitfire@juno.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Can be posted anywhere respectable. SPOILER WARNING: Memento Mori, Tempus Fugit and Max. RATING: PG CLASSIFICATION: S, Angst SUMMARY: Scully is upset, goes to see Mulder for consolation. Skinner angry about recent events. DISCLAIMER: All right. We all know that the coolest show on earth and all it's characters belong to Chris Carter, TenThirteen Productions, and FOX. Despite that fact, I just can't resist wasting my time on the endless thoughts and finished products of these fanfic. Please forgive me, it's not like I'm making money. FULL MOON (1/1) by yit <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Mulder smiled as he drove past Scully's apartment. He halfheartedly imagined a surprise visit, perhaps in the middle of her shower...mmmmmm. But he knew that Scully and he would never become a "duo", but remain as partners and friends. he thought. His dreams had been put on hold recently, now that Scully had come up with cancer. How could everything go wrong so fast? Now Pendrell was dead, and all for yet another "waste of time" as Skinner might put it. This case had ended up tragically, and Mulder was more frustrated than ever. He had seen it...he had seen the alien... the spaceship...why did everything have to go wrong? He had, occasionally, doubted his belief; been untrue to what he should have known was there, and had been for a long time. But now...he had seen it! If only he had proof. It made him sober up for a moment, thinking that his efforts had ended up futile once again. Not only with the X-files, but with Samantha, with Scully. He had already lost so much. He wouldn't have that again. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Skinner paced around his office. He had really gone overboard this time. Why did they always have to crash and burn? Why wouldn't he leave them alone? He thought of how dedicated Mulder was, and sighed. He had been like that once. But thanks to a few chain smoking assholes, he had grown bitter and cold, only allowing his anger to trickle out, keeping the rest dammed up inside. He was so furious. They were *so* close...he knew what Mulder had seen, and he wanted to say that he believed, but in his job, he could do little about these matters. And Scully...desperately trying to come up with a logical explanation for everything. He felt for her too. They had come so far in the past few years, and it was as if nothing could hold them back, keep them from believing. Dana; Skinner knew that she was just as eccentric as Mulder, but she could hide her opinions better. Why? Why? And Pendrell was dead. Why did they have to kill Pendrell? Skinner had never been all that fond of the poor, lovestruck agent. But it had really hurt Scully, this whole thing did, and he realized that beneath his armor, it had stabbed him too. If only he could conquer his fear... <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Scully breathed in deep gulps of the cool evening air. She walked quickly into the building, praying that her partner would be there. The tears continued to stream down her face, and she couldn't help but sob. She wasn't quite sure where this little burst of emotion had come from. Sure, things weren't going to well, but she was strong. This wasn't like her. She stopped her thought, avoiding the curse that was plaguing her hopes. She just really needed to talk to someone, someone who knew. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> She knocked on the door of apartment number 42, silently hoping that a tall, handsome someone would answer. She could hear the background noises of the TV, and assumed that he was home. She sniffled, tried to dry her cheeks, and once again, attempted to hide the feelings that were crashing down upon her thoughts like an avalanche. Mulder peeked through the peephole, and seeing the reddish blob in front of him, he guessed it was Scully. He really needed to get that glass cleaned. He opened the door, and masked his shock at the black streaks cascading from her eyes. This was Scully here...she actually cried? Hmm. "Come on in." This was serious, he thought, and refrained from making the usual smart ass remarks that he was so famous for. She stormed in, collapsing on his couch in a quite unlady-like manner. "Um, no offense or anything, Scully, but you kinda don't look like yourself today." Saturday, the sleep in and be lazy and dirty day, had now become hell. he thought. It was a good thing he had taken a shower today, or Scully probably would have left as quickly as she entered. "You're telling me," she snapped. "All right. What is wrong?" Scully was surprised by the tone of voice he questioned her with.. She expected another satirical comment, another sarcastic insult of some sort. But this...he had said it like he meant it. "Well, it's just..." Mulder gave her a sincere look, hoping that for once she would open herself up to him, let him in, tell him how she felt. He longed to do the same, but it seemed that this was going to be about something entirely different. "What is everything?" "I don't know. Everything." he thought. Seemed like she always "knew". If only she did. Mulder was baffled, unsure of what to do or say. He sat beside her gently and pulled her to his shoulder, rubbing her back compassionately. If only she knew... <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> It had been an hour since that frightened, bawling part of Dana had arrived at his house, and he was relieved to know that she had calmed down. He guessed that she would be spending the night, considering the fact that it was now 10:00. He lifted her gingerly from his chest, and slowly rose from the couch. A shiver ran down Mulder's spine as he got up, realizing how warm it had been when they were so close. Even the male in him knew not to think of his favorite things right now. This time, she really needed him, and he wasn't going to fail again. He tiptoed over to the thermostat, not quite sure why he was trodding along the practically silent rug so carefully. He turned the heat up a few degrees, then turned back to Scully for another brief moment. "I'll be right back," he whispered, as if she were an infant sleeping. He walked to his room and opened his dresser, serching for something that she could wear to sleep in. No, not his running clothes. The sweat stains and spots of Gatorade would surely disgust her. That T-shirt...no. His sweats? Naah, it was chilly, but not that cold. Besides, he really didn't think that that shade of blue was her color. He began to walk back out into the living room, when he saw his warm terrycloth bathrobe. Was that too much? Would she think he was going to... <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Mulder strode back into the room, brandishing one of those fuzzy robes. He looked uncertain, as if he wasn't sure of what she thought. But Scully was terribly cold ever since he had left her side, and the bathrobe's plush grey warmth seemed to radiate, inviting her. She gave him one of those "That's fine" looks, and gratefully accepted the gift. She slipped off her classic black pumps, and delicately walked into his bathroom to change. He followed her steps carefully with his eyes, wishing he could go with her...just to make sure that she would be okay. He toyed with the thought for a moment, but thought that she would probably take his gesture the wrong way, and he would frighten her away. Every moment that he sat there on that couch, his worry grew, and he wondered what had started this. He remembered her distress as she entered his apartment, adding a tinge of depression to the room. It was as if he could taste her sadness, her sincerity in that she didn't know what to do. God, he loved her so much. He just hoped that she would be allright. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> "Do you want the bed?" Mulder asked. "I don't know." "Come on, the bed or the couch? It's not gonna hurt me to sleep on the sofa. It's a bachelor kind of thing...I do it all the time." "I don't know, um, actually," "What? Actually what?" "I dunno, I guess I'd kinda like to sit here for awhile." She sat down, much more gracefully than when she had first gotten there. She stared into his face, hiding a smile. As long as she was with him, everything would be fine. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> It was getting late, but Skinner wasn't sure whether or not to go home. He couldn't think there. He was so stupid. He could've gotten killed, he could've gotten *them* killed...why did he have to go and talk to him? Stupid, stupid, stupid. It only got him in trouble, and now they'd be watching him like hawks. The threat wasn't over, not yet. He had to be really careful now. Most of all, he had to warn Mulder and Scully. This was all his fault, if he hadn't complained, none of this would be happening. He glanced out the window at the beautiful disc glowing gently upon his stern face...the full moon. And then the phone rang... <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> THE END Well, are you all ready for a sequel? I sure as hell hope you are cuz I'm ready to write one! My brain is full to the brim with ideas... So, how did you like it? Likes? Gripes? Love it or shove it? I'd love to know!!! Please E-mail me at HappySpitfire@juno.com!