From: 2Shy X-01001 Date: Tue, 20 Jul 1999 19:20:36 -0500 Subject: I Never Liked the Rain (V, PG, 1/1) Source: direct Title- I Never Liked the Rain Author- 2Shy X-01001 E-mail address- wausa@flash.net Rating- PG for very mild language Category- V Spoilers- Pilot, Paper Clip, The End, The Rain King, One Son, and Agua Mala Keywords- Very MSRish. . . Oh, what the hell. It's an MSR! Summary- Scully muses about rain when Mulder asks her an honest question Original Post Date- March 27, 1999 Archive- Gossamer, Xemplary, S&M; Others please e-mail for permission. Disclaimer- Chris Carter created The X-Files and its characters. Ten-Thirteen Productions and Twentieth Century Fox own The X-Files. If I had enough money, I'd buy the rights. But, I don't, so I'll continue to sell dolls with lettuce on their heads to little kids and tell them that they are Cabbage Patch dolls. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Good reviews warm my heart and flames warm my house when I throw them into the fire. However, constructive criticism gets the person a big hug from me. NOTE: I was feeling angsty and heard the song "Like the Rain" by Clint Black on the radio. As you can see, this piece isn't angsty, so I guess my original idea got lost in there some where. Oh, well. "I NEVER LIKED THE RAIN" I never liked the rain. Relentlessly, it falls from the sky, washing away my happiness. With it comes bad memories and bad experiences. When I was young, my dog ran away in a thunderstorm, never to be seen again. Bill always blamed me. He said that I left the gate open and the thunder spooked her. The only time I ever heard my parents fight, I also heard the patter of raindrops on the roof. At night, would hide under the covers as the bright flashes outside the window illuminated my room. The accompanying low rumbles of thunder would make the pictures hanging on the wall rattle. Even though Melissa was younger, she always made fun of me. She never was afraid of much. I'm sure that even in death she was not afraid. In '93, when we first worked together on the X-Files, you had me stand in a pouring rain as you told me your theory. Drenched and miserable, we had to shout just to be heard over the roar of the water. When we went to Kroner, that idiot Rain King danced and laughed at us as I stood in disbelief in the midst of a sudden downpour. Rain and fog caused us to miss our flight, and I had to watch that ugly cow of a woman kiss you. And even when we were at the reunion, with music playing, and couples dancing, you wouldn't ask me to dance. I just wanted to have you hold me in your arms and rock back and forth to the beat of a slow love song. As I wasted my time waiting for you to ask, the damned rain continued to fall. And the time you took me into the God forsaken hurricane in Goodland, I wanted to kill you. Instead, your drunk friend Dales sent us into a dangerous situation and almost got you killed. Not that it mattered to you. He's still a good buddy of yours. To top it all off, the creature that caused all of our problems was brought inland because of the heavy rains! The entire past year, it has felt like there was a storm cloud over only me, and that I would drown in self-pity. I had given you five years of my life, and been the best friend I could to you, but you still turned around and trusted Diana. You tell me to trust no one, yet you trusted her on blind faith, even when she betrayed you. I never liked the rain. And now, here we are, on the street in front of my apartment, the rain pelting against us. You get down on one knee and pull a small velvet box from your pocket. You open it, displaying a beautiful diamond ring. Marriage? We've never even dated, but we've been lovers for almost six years, in a different sense of the word. If I say yes, will it be the same, or will we finally have a physical relationship? I have yearned for you to love me for so much longer than I have wanted children, but even that feels like an eternity. Even though I've never liked the rain, I have to say yes. Maybe you can change my mind. In a life where you love me in return, rain may become a beautiful thing. THE END ------------------------------ Comments? Send them to wausa@flash.net ------------------------------