From: "Nikiomi Ulumder" Date: Fri, 06 Aug 1999 23:45:36 GMT Subject: New! Midnight Madness (1/1) Source: xff TITLE: Midnight Madness (1/1) AUTHOR: xDeMoNChiC EMAIL ADDRESS: demonchic@crazedanddazed.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: anywhere you please SPOILER WARNING: Here and there. If you're worried about spoilers you shouldn't be reading fan fic in the first place. RATING: PG-13 CONTENT WARNING: some language that's about it CLASSIFICATION: Mindcandy? Fluff? So far anyway, that's about it. SUMMARY: Scully lets is ALL out. DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to me. They never have, they never will. Neither does Godiva, but I'm sure they'll appreciate the free advertisement. NOTES: My story, my rules. Scully can indeed have kids, but that doesn't mean she has them in this story. It's all a control issue. Scully gets a little, unscully like. It's mind Candy okay? There really is no plot here. Not even a story. You'll see read it. Then send me FEEDBACK! Demonchic@crazedanddazed.com Midnight Madness "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live out of the city? I mean really out of the city? Not in a suburb or a town, but in a cabin, in the middle of know where. On a Walden Pond so to speak. I have. I don't think I would like it though. I think I would be too lonely. It may strike you as strange, but I really don't like to be alone. Even sitting here in my apartment at night, I feel as if I'm a widow just adjusting to being along again. You're probably wondering why I'm writing you this. I can't say I'm sure. Or that I'll even send it to you. I really don't know. I do know though, that I have a terrible headache, and that I am lonely. And that despite the comforts of my puny golden bucket of Godiva ice cream, I really feel like talking to someone. You and I have been good friends for a long time now, nearly seven years. And even though we never talk much, you are certainly my best friend. Sort of a sad irony isn't it? My best friend and I never talk. Not about anything but work. Sometimes it's maddening. I'll have the most endearing or interesting thing to say, or comment to make, but since my best friend and I never talk about anything but work. I sigh and I look back out the window of the car, plane, train, take your pick. Sometimes, like today, I just have a really bad day. And when I come home, I wish I had a cat or dog to talk to, but since I don't, I spend a lot of time staring at my computer, or my phone, and thinking I should write you, or call you. And that maybe, just maybe, you need to talk to someone too. I never do though, as you know. Why? Because, sometimes, I don't think you want to talk to me more. Sometimes I think that what you have with me now, is all you want. And I'm just not sure that you would welcome hearing from me in this fashion. Sometimes I think if I answered the phone and said 'Hello?' you wouldn't know what to do. It might be too personal. I guess you're wondering why I wasn't at the office today. I did come to the office, but I didn't come in. You looked busy. Typing up that last report. So, I went back upstairs, I guess you didn't hear me come down because of my tennis shoes. I told Skinner I was going home sick. It's just too hard for me right now. Now that it's all over with. So what are you going to do now that you've found the truth? You've been looking for so long I can only imagine how happy you must be right now. You certainly have seemed happier lately. I'm really glad. The VCU is certainly happy you're coming back. You always were the best profiler in the FBI. After devoting myself to you and your cause for seven years, I'm having a hard time even comprehending where to go from here. Seven years is a long time to just talk about work, you know that? Seven years, and that's all we've talked about? That's a pretty sorry track record. So what am I going to do Mulder? I don't have a clue, I was thinking maybe I would go into medicine, but that's not what I really want right now I don't think. And certainly don't think I can stay at the FBI. I've only stayed this long because of you. You know what I want to do? I want to go out there and find 'the' one. I want to fall in love, and have a relationship that's like thunder that sounds like it's ripping the world apart at the seams. That's what I'm going to do. I'm going to find that. That's what I need. I'm tired of being lonely, and I refuse to be one of those people who comes home to a cat. Maybe I'll move back west, to LA, and be a doctor. And I'll search for Mr. Right. Fall madly in love, get married and have a whole litter of kids. Well, maybe not a litter, maybe 2 or 3?. Well, maybe just one or two. Yeah that sounds right, I'd be happy then. Do you want kids? I don't think you've ever talked about it. I know you you're good with kids. You're very good with kids in fact. But do you want kids? I think you should. I guess I should ask if you even want to get married first. Well, do you? Do you even think about these things or do you just think about work?J I'm really just rattling on and on here aren't I? You're probably wondering if I'm ever going to shut up. But honestly? I don't think I can. I feel like everything I know is going away. I don't know how I'm going to get up next week, and know that I won't be walking into the basement and seeing you. Even thinking about it now, I really don't want to go to work next week. I guess you wouldn't care now if I quit would you? I guess I don't even have to ask you. You aren't going to be my partner by then anyway. I've finished off this entire carton of Godiva ice cream. It wasn't half-bad. Okay, okay, it was plain fantastic. I'm going to be a fat housewife. That's what I'm gonna be. I'll weigh about 250 pounds, which isn't a LOT, but on someone who's only 5'2" it is. And I'm gonna have about 6 kids, one of those ugly and obnoxious little mutt dogs, and a fat husband to boot. J I really hate how my computer keeps turning my little emoticons into little smiley faces. Maybe I like them the old fashioned way. Guess the people at Microsoft didn't think of everything after all. You probably aren't even gonna want to talk to me after getting this. Why would you need to right? I've probably told you just about everything you wanted to know and more. Well I didn't tell you I lost my virginity when I was 16. Guess I have now haven't I? Oh, well, it would be like cheating to go back and erase it now. I bet you never though Dana Scully Super Catholic was ever that promiscuous? Did you? I bet you didn't know that I'm not really all that Catholic, I just don't like fighting with my mom about it. In fact I think would be atheist if I didn't think the family would lynch me. Atheists have more fun anyway. Oh well, In all honesty, I really don't think either side can prove anything. Did I tell you about the lady from down stairs that tried to steal a pair of underwear? She tried to convince me that they were hers when I knew I had dropped them. Like anyone would want to see her fat ass in a thong. Oh, damn, I'm sorry you've probably had a heart attack by now. It's this ice cream, I got the other container out of the fridge, I think it may have alcohol in it. Okay, not alcohol but a hell of a lot of sugar. Okay, I've probably said way too much by now, and I'm certainly going to regret writing this later, so I'm going to stop now. Okay? And just so you know, yes this is the price you have to pay for seven years of loyalty. J Later! Dana" Mulder wiped the tears from his eyes, as he attempted to stifle his laughter. "And she says I'm nuts." He shook his head as he chuckled and clicked the reply button. (The End? Or should Mulder Reply? Kind of like Choose Your own Adventure isn't it?J Send me FEEDBACK! Thank you! Buh bye! Demonchic@crazedanddazed.com)