From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 15 Jun 2006 21:54:08 -0000
Subject: The Natural  (Post-Ep.) by Pattie
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Title: The Natural

Author: Pattie

Rated: G

Category: Scully Angst, Post-Ep.

Spoiler: The Unnatural

Summary: Scully remembers an early birthday present, not long 
ago...

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Disclaimer: I borrowed Mulder and Scully from Chris Carter, 
Ten Thirteen Productions and Fox Studios. This hobby is not
for profit and I intend no copyright infringement. They were
sent back in mint condition.


As Scully sat in the stands in the middle of the night, she felt
somehow close to Mulder. Oh, she knew it was a bit silly. Yet,
the last time she was here, Mulder had called her for an early
birthday present and she had felt it was silly then, as well.

Tears welled up in her eyes when she remembered that night, and
the way Mulder held her arms and waist to position her 'just so'
to guide her through batting practice. She remembered the young
boy who should have been in bed in those wee hours of the morning.
The stars seemed to shine more brightly that particular night. It
was... It was fun. They hardly had that type of fun all those
years at work together.

"I don't know where you are, Mulder. But I wish you were here," 
she whispered. "We wish you were here. You don't know there's a 
'we' now." She smiled, thinking about that night when she
attended batting practice. The feelings all flooded back. The
proximity to Mulder, the warmth of his hands as he guided her
arms and adjusted her stance. The laughter, the light-hearted
playfulness, and the pride that she'd learned something many
children take for granted: It's fun. She could hit the ball and
make it fly.

Then, her thoughts turned darkly inward. "You are not dead, 
Mulder. You can't be dead when there's a life waiting for you 
right inside me. Whatever is happening to you, we'll find a way 
to fix it. If it were me, you'd probably have made some wise 
crack like, "I told you not to go into the woods in the dark 
with Skinner."

She suddenly felt, just for a moment, that he was there. The life
within her belly kicked. As she tenderly held her belly she
whispered, "I know. Your mother should be asleep at this hour,
and I should ask God to look after Daddy for us.

As she stood to leave the stands, she could feel herself there
on the field, Mulder holding her as she repeatedly hit the ball. 
Then, she returned to the present and whispered, "I know you're
a natural. I can feel you practising."


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