Mulder's Ice Cream Dream Steven M. Wagner wagnersm@mindspring.com Date Finished: 5 Feb 1997 Summary: Mulder goes on a picnic with an old flame. DISCLAIMER: This is a fiction story based on the characters created by Chris Carter. No infringement of copyrights held by 10/13 Productions, Twentieth Century Productions, or Fox Broadcasting is intended. All unrecognized characters and plot- lines belong to me. Names, characters, and places exist solely within my imagination, or are used fictitiously. No connection to any person, living or dead, is intended, and any resemblance is entirely coincidental. Feel free to distribute, but please keep me as the author. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Mulder's Ice Cream Dream Steven M. Wagner wagnersm@mindspring.com "Thank you for inviting me," Mulder told the dark-haired beauty. They were sitting, no lounging on a Black Watch plaid blanket overlooking the moors of Scotland. Around the two was the debris of a picnic meal; an empty bottle of claret, the picked bones of a capon, the waxed paper bag that had once held the pride of an Edinburgh bakery. Mulder was feeling at peace with the world. "You are more then welcome," she told him, her low husky voice meant for his ears alone. "Some dessert," she invited, smiling suggestively. Mulder's eyes raked up and down the woman's curves, hidden from him by a tailored blue silk blouse and trim black leather skirt. His look in his eyes told of something a little beyond the apparent humor one saw there. "In the cooler silly," she chided. She rose up so that she was kneeling in front of the green and white enameled box. Opening it, she pulled out the Ben and Jerry's container. "I was able to get your favorite, 'New York Chocolate Chunk Brownie'. And here is some whipped Devonshire cream, and a bottle of 'Death by Chocolate' sauce." Mulder's sense's were drawn to the tableau. Here was this beautiful woman, getting ready to serve him a luscious dessert. His mouth watered. They sat and enjoyed the creamy texture of the ice cream, the richness of the chocolate sauce. Soon the quart was gone, their appetites sated. Mulder leaned back and laid his head in the Scotland Yard Inspector's lap. "I'll be in the States next month at a conference. We can meet there, and this time, you can cook," she said, stoking the hair from his forehead. "Yes, we'll be there. Scully will understand. I can't wait to see you there, Michelle." The End