From: MoniMeech@aol.com Date: Tue, 2 Nov 1999 16:57:33 EST Subject: story Source: direct Title - Purple Parental Mishaps Author - E.H. Chandler E-Mail address - MoniMeech@aol.com Rating - R, for language Category - Spoilers - none Keywords - Parental debates Mulder/Scully, Sarah Amber Summary - When Mulder reject's his child 13 years later he's sorry Disclaimer: There not mine yadda yadda yadda. But I would like to tell you all that Sarah Amber is essentially be. In truth she is more than essential she IS me. This is my story and experiences sung in the tune of X. so be open minded, reader for you alone hold the key to my survival and well being. And be wise while you judge because I'm not writing this to win an award. I'm writing this so you can fully understand my generation and me. But the world is my playground and I'm "it." I was born on December 5th 1985. I'm 13 years old. My parents are standard commuting families in the New York/New Jersey State area. I suppose you can call us an odd family. But then again what's odd? I don't think I was supposed to be born yet I'm here and happy. I believe that it was one of those unpredictable things that just happen, those thing that change your life. This thing or me changed two life's completely. My parent's were secretly involved. Their work Didn't allow fraternization with partners. But my parent's were the rebellious type. It wasn't anymore than a roll in the hay every once and a while. A dry fuck in the janitor's closet. There was one particular time, during a stressing case when both of my parent's needed. release. The only thing wrong was that my mother, who was so stressed out from the case, forgot to take her pill. When My father learned of me and my existence he fled. He was found a day later in a bar, wasted, and a tab higher than the empire state building. As you can see it was hard for my mother she could see herself as the proverbial single mother. Working 8 hours a day to make end's meet. She was always a believer in free choice but there was something different when It was your own child. Her lover and partner didn't lover her as he so proclaimed during the throw's of passion. About seven month's later I was born. We then lived in New York City. My mother did manage to keep her old job but was transferred. And at that time she hasn't seen Mulder in a long time. He didn't or couldn't believe that I was his Daughter. I suppose along the way he learned to live with it. Because I never met him. Or so it was till now. I was on the subway coming home from school when I saw him at the station, with a group of Police officers. Investigating a crime I guess. I noticed him right away, he had the same look as in my mother's pictures. Though a bit aged and grayer his was still the same bastard. He didn't notice me of course because he never saw me before but there was something there that I couldn't place. But I don't want to because I don't want anything to do with him. I started dinner that night, because my Mom was getting home late. She came in with all the glory and beauty that she has every day. Though today there was a noticeable depressed aura on her. "hey Mom what's up, something go wrong today ?" I wasn't answered, my mother stormed off into her room and shut the door. "Well, then I'm supposing that it's dinner for one?" I later found out that it was a new case. With an Agent from Washington, an Agent Fox Mulder. Every night that week she came home stressed and mad. It was hard working with your ex partner who you slept with. I felt so sorry for her. But you don't know her, you don't know how strong she can be, you don't know what happens when she can't be strong. But he know's. he knows well. Someone was at the door that Saturday night, it was about eleven-fourty and I was watching Saturday Night Live. I looked through the peep hole and was relieved to find my mother there, she generally tries not to make a habit of coming home this late. I opened the door and found my mother covered in mud, wet, and cold. I let her in of course but she then turned around to the man behind her. And that brings us to the present. As you know it was my father behind her, and he was wet as well. Though I certainly didn't want to let him in. "Mulder you can go now," my mother said in a quite voice. He didn't answer her, he just stared at me. "Is...is.is that her?". I couldn't stand there being looked at like a zoo animal. And the nerve of that bastard "is that her?" Of course it's me who else would it be? I pushed past them both and ran out of the building. I have these friends. Well, I really don't know them all but I love them just the same, like they love me. I took the Subway to the Village where I took in the Midnight Showing of "the Rocky Horror show." I sat with my fellow transylvanian's on my Eighth hundred and twenty-first time. A rather low record. My Mother knows me too well and she was waiting for me when I got out. We had a nice talk. Not even really about him. Just thing's in general. Turn's out that My mother forgave him a bit, he just wanted to meet me. " But I don't want to meet him!" I said. " Why not it's been a long time and thing's have changed, he's ready to move up here and be a part of our lives." "I don't want him to be a part of anything involving me Mom! Did you forget that he left us! Or that he didn't love you! You can't just forget the past like that." "Sarah Sarah, that's exactly what it's about, you have to forgive people for what they do, no matter how horrible it is, he dose love you," " How can he love me when I've never met him!" " Please, just meet him. He's a really great guy," " I don't want to, but If it mean's that you'll stop pestering me. A year later they were married, he was a great guy. Mulder was nice to me from the beginning. It makes me wish that I really got to tell him that I accepted him as my father. A few month's ago I was diagnosed with in operable cancer. They searched for a donor and the only one found was my father. He died from an allergic reaction from the anesthesia. But he saved my life and I will be forever indebted to him.