From: Samantha Anne Mulder Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2001 18:01:38 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Like The Rain by Samantha Mulder Source: direct TITLE: Like the Rain AUTHOR: Samantha Mulder (SamMulder65@go.com) CLASSIFICATION: Songfic RATING: G SUMMARY: Scully muses over the rain on her way to a meeting with Mulder. Songfic. KEYWORDS: MSR SPOILERS: Pilot, War of the Coprophages, Schizogeny, Agua Mula, Existence DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, baby William, Billy Miles, Karen Swenson, Dr. Bambi Berenbaum, Dr. A. Ivanov, Dr. Jeff Eckerle, Arthur Dales, Ahab (William Scully, Sr.), and Mrs. Margaret Scully belong to the Great SurferBoy, Chris Carter, his Cool Birthday Gift, 1013 Productions, and their Owner, Fox Network, along with the actors who portray them - chiefly, David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson. 'Like the Rain' is copyrighted to Clint Black. THANKS: to WCMS and CMT for playing country music, and to my parents for not condemning me for concentrating on fanfic. Hi, Anya! FEEDBACK: is like chocolate fudge. Send fudge (oh, and feedback) to SamMulder65@go.com AUTHOR'S NOTES: at bottom ---Like The Rain--- You always liked the rain. Walking through this quiet downpour, I remember the first time I saw how much you loved the rain. It was on our first case, in Oregon. You danced in the rain as you shouted about disappearing time and alien abductions. That was the first time I ever saw you smile; really smile. Not mocking or teasing, but genuinely happy. Then a thunderstorm sent me to your room. I was working on my report, and the power went out. I went to take a bath and found two bumps on my back-just like the dead bodies we were investigating. So, terrified, I went to your room and begged you to tell me what they were. There was a smile in your voice as you answered, "Mosquito bites." But that smile faded as you realized how frightened I had been and you hugged me. We stayed in your room late, listening to the rain pounding down, as you told me about your sister and I realized that you weren't crazy. That was the first time I saw you without your defenses up; the first time you weren't provoking me or making fun of me. It was raining when you told me Billy Miles was Karen Swenson's killer. You saw that I didn't believe you, realized I thought you were crazy, and walked off a little bit. Then I realized something-something that gave your theory credit and you, excited, explained the rest of it to me. When we were wrapping up the case in Miller's Grove...the one with the cockroaches and Dr. Bambi...and they were searching for Dr. Eckerle's remains in that crematorium of a building, it was raining. We shared an umbrella as they told us about the fires and other panic-induced disasters in the town. Carrying the umbrella, you walked off and left me standing in the rain after Bambi and Dr. Ivanov walked off together. There was the Karin Matthews case; it was raining when we were digging out her father's grave. We talked over the hood of the car as you explained your theory that Karin was controlling nature. On that crazy case with the sea monster in Florida, the rain saved your life. It was right; that something you loved so much would save you. You stood in the rain, wearing a raincoat only because I insisted, and told me about the case, about Arthur Dales, about sea monsters. You always liked the rain. It hid the tears that you cried, and the ones that were unshed; you once told me, between cases, "No one knows you're crying when it's raining." You felt the rain was sympathetic to you, that it knew how you felt. You would dance in the rain, or stand there and embrace it as it fell around you. You always loved the rain. I never liked the rain. When I was a kid, I was terrified of thunderstorms. I would go into Ahab and Mom's room and hide, shaking with each rattling burst of thunder. When I got older, I would stay inside when it rained, and my depressed days were always when it was raining. There's a song I heard somewhere; "I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you/Every thundercloud that came was one more I might not get through/On the darkest day there's always light and now I see it too/But I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you." That's how I feel now. Now, when it rains, I think of you and I can't help but liking it. When the water pours down, I remember how much you loved standing there as it soaked your clothes and how you would grin and laugh. So now, as I walk to meet you at where I know you'll be, the rain feels right. It's gentle on my skin, and I know perfectly well that you don't have your umbrella and you don't care that you're soaking wet. I hurry under my umbrella to the bench and sure enough, there you are. "Mulder," I say, moving up behind you. You don't look surprised that I've found you. "You're soaked," I note. "Scully," you say, "have you ever listened to the rain?" I sit down next to you. "Why?" "I was just sitting here, listening to it. It's beautiful, isn't it?" I listen, too. It is beautiful; soft and gentle and it reminds me of you. "Yes." "It's hard for me to believe," you say, "that I'm a father now. I'm so worried I'm going to mess up." I cover your hand with mine. "You're not going to mess up." With a sudden decisive motion, you reach out and close my umbrella. "Mulder-!" Laughing, you pull me to my feet and put my arms around your neck. Then, carefully, you wrap your arms around my waist. "Have you ever danced in the rain, Scully?" I know exactly where you're going with this. "I can't say I have, Mulder." "Well, come on, Scully, live it up." You start to sway as if to some inaudible music, and laughing, I have to do the same. I lean my head on your shoulder. "I hear it falling in the night and filling up my mind/All the heaven's rivers come to light and I see it all unwind/I hear it talking through the trees and on the windowpane/And when I hear it I just can't believe I never liked the rain." AUTHOR'S NOTES: Clint Black's 'Like the Rain' inspired this piece, full lyrics below. I miss Mulder dancing in the rain as he proposes his latest theory; I miss the black umbrellas and gray skies of Vancouver. Feedback is gold and I'm dirt- poor. Please, send feedback to: SamMulder65@go.com Like the Rain (Clint Black/Hayden Nicholas) I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you Every thundercloud that came was one more I might not get through On the darkest day there's always light and now I see it too But I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you I hear it falling in the night and filling up my mind All the heaven's rivers come to light and I see it all unwind I hear it talking through the trees and on the windowpane And when I hear it I just can't believe I never liked the rain Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you Liked the rain always calling for you I'm falling for you now Just like the rain When the cloud is rolling over thunder striking me It's as bright as lightning and I wonder why I couldn't see That it's always good and when the flood is gone we still remain Guess I've known all along I just belong here with you falling Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you Liked the rain always calling for you, I'm falling for you now Just like the rain I have fallen for you I'm falling for you know just like the rain And when the night falls on our better days And we're looking to the sky For the winds to take us high above the plains I know that we'll find better ways to look into the eye Of the storms that will be calling Forever we'll be falling Like the rain I have fallen for you, and I know just why you Like the rain always calling for you, I'm falling for you now just Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you Like the rain always calling for you, I'm falling for you now just Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you Like the rain always calling for you, I'm falling for you now just Like the rain