From: "Dream Cole" Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 11:21:15 CST Subject: xfc: NEW: Prioritizing, Dream series (1 of 1), PG, MSR Source: xfc From: "Dream Cole" Title: Prioritizing Author: Dream Cole E-mail: dreamcole@hotmail.com Rating: PGish. Classifications: V, MSR (Okay, MSM), S Spoilers: None. But I'm ignoring any episode that said Scully could not have children. So you can say it didn't happen or there was some miracle between then and now. This is kind of a continuation of Serenity, although it is quite obvious what happened. Summary: Mulder must prioritize his life. Disclaimer: I don't own em. I'd like to, but I don't. Notes: Like I said in the spoilers, I refuse to admit that Scully can't have kids. I think the rest of this is pretty clear. E-mail me *any* comments, please! Be warned: if you are one of those who complained I explained too much detail, run away! This is all Mulder's thoughts and he notices a lot and says very little. By the way, I call Scully... Scully, among other pet names. I can't see them (Mulder and Scully) suddenly calling each other Fox and Dana. Prioritizing "Sweetie?" My hands pause from their position above the keyboard and, when no words follow, I carry on, convinced my wife is addressing our daughter. Ridiculous paperwork. Who *really* cares how many miles I drove on the car? People have no respect for fathers. Sure, mothers can take off as long as they want (although, I must admit, Scully as gone back to work, resulting in Dream being placed in daycare) but fathers get nothing. True, the only part I had in the whole creation of the child was limited but still. This time that I am spending staring at the white face of my laptop could be spend doing more productive things. Such as memorizing the ever-changing features of my darling daughter. "Honey? Come quick!" That would be wife's voice. Wait, I think now she is calling me. There is no way my child can get anyplace quickly. At least until she starts walking, which I am dreading. True, I would never want my daughter to be behind on anything, it just feels that time is flying by. Soon it will be her first birthday, which follows with potty-training, preschool, friends, school, boyfriends, driving, weddings, babies... Ok, I have a headache. Great, I'm thinking about grandchildren when my own daughter has yet to turn one. "Mulder, get over here now!" Ooops. Guess I forgot that I was supposed to be doing. I make my way over to the living room and stop suddenly. There was no way I was expecting what is before my eyes. In the middle of the various toys, spread out randomly around the room (enough to make me pause seeing as how my wife is a bit of a neat freak), sits my wife, her hands outstretched. And in between those two arms, not touching anything but the ground with her feet, stands, yes *stands*, my daughter. Dream wobbles a bit, then rights herself. Her little head with those dark-red locks turn towards me, when she offers me a big smile. I can't resist; I smile back. After I have recovered from my initial shock, I look around for a camera. Finding one, I zoom in and focus on Scully and Dream, then take the picture. Perfect. Photographs have been my life since the day my daughter was born. I feel the need to record every moment of her life and, even though it drives Scully up the wall, I know one day we will both be grateful. Putting the camera on a table, I set the timer record, then rush to join the rest of my family. Placing my arms around both of them, I smile. The flash goes off, blinding us all. My paperworks awaits in the other room and even though I know it needs to be done, I have come to realize that there are far more important things in life. Author's note: Work on this series has been a long time coming, but life has been hectic over here. Any suggestions for future use will be appreciated, as would be any and all feedback!