From: "Kris "Beast" Abel" <kabelicious@gmail.com>
Date:          Thu, 9 May 1996 12:07:22 EST
Subject:       The Rest of the Stories


This just sorta popped up one rainy night here in the Great White North where
the weather is as finicky as it gets. Rain last night, now seven inches of
snow on the ground and a snow day at that. I incoporated an adventure from the
night before with something more to get to this story. Romance seems to come
to me at the oddest times around here.....

Disclaimer: The agents, their bosses, and the bastards about them are the
props of CC, 1013, and FOX Broadcasting Co. They ain't mine to bugger with,
but I'm doin' it anyways 'cause I like to mess with peep's heads and this is
the best way I know.;) Schorry, schlurpee attack. Too much Orange Ooze mixed
with Coke and Mountain Dew.

This story is fer the gals that loaned me money to get hyper
tonight...something they'll regret at tommorrow night's practice. Heh heh
heh.;)

Relationshippers Welcome, all else turn back for mushy stuff off the port bow.
Der she blows! A Mulder-Scully thingy dead ahead!

"Rain Turned Snow"
     by Kris "Beast" Abel, kabelicious@gmail.com

     The rain came down in drizzles outside the well-to-do apartment house of
Agent Dana Scully. She glanced out at her from her doorway; pulling her rain
coat tighter around her as she raised her jogging hood up over her fiery hair
more. Rain always made her hair turn to static if it got wet enough. For extra
protection, she wore a baseball hat under the hood and her hands were encased
in gloves with the fingers cut out of them. A yip came from the floor next to
her and she bent down to loosen the collar of the tiny Pomerian next to her.
     "Ready for your walk?" She asked the thing. It wagged its tail and jumped
up against the glass in answer. "Let's go." Scully pushed open the door and
they stepped out into the night's wet haze. A backpack was slung over her left
shoulder for when the tiny animal became too tired to walk anymore. It was
easier to sling the fellow into a bag to carry him home than in her arms
because he squirmed too much to hold still. They walked for about five blocks
before the little guy gave it up and lay panting on the ground.
     "That's one block less than your record," she remarked as she picked up
the drowned rat of a dog and put him in the backpack. He squeezed into it and
she zipped it up until only his tiny head peeped over the edge. Making sure it
was secure on her back, Scully walked on another three blocks and went in to
the local Seven Eleven for some tylenol and a magazine. As she was entering
the driveway, a white van with wood side panels pulled up and four teenagers
jumped out to go through the door; heading for the slurpee machine. All were
wearing sweats, sneakers, jackets, and their hair was in pony tails with sweat
running down their faces. All four were girls and one of them had a hat jammed
backwards on her head with DC SOUTH SOFTBALL on it in yellow lettering. That
was the high school that Scully's niece, Andrea, went to. She smiled as the
girls rushed for slurpees. The bigger one with the hat, was jumping all over
the place as she crammed all the flavors into one Big Swig glass.
     "Krysta! Come on! I gotta get some more Ooze into my glass!" The girl
yelled. In answer, another girl flicked some Ooze at her. It hit her in the
forehead and she yelped.
     "Erin! Come here you bowlegged freak!" The bigger girl yelled and took
off down the aisle as the Ooze flinging Erin ran for her life.
     "Help! Dinah! Abel's after me!" She shrieked, heading directly for
Scully. Abel, Scully had heard Andrea mention her before. Supposedly, she was
the biggest brute at the school and a catcher for the JV softball team. The
Erin she was chasing was a pitcher on the same team. Dinah was the other
pitcher. She was jarred from her thoughts as Erin knocked her over. To protect
Clyde, Scully flipped onto her stomach and got on all fours to get up. A
strong hand gripped her arm and lifted her to her feet. A sweaty, freckled
teenage face greeted her. Abel smiled and shook her head.
     "Sorry, 'bout that, Erin's a clutz when she's getting chased," Abel
chuckled.
     "Yeah, right, Abel, you're the idiot," Erin retorted, removing herself
from the floor. The Pomerian chose that moment to poke his head out from the
pack and bark loudly. Abel and the rest of the girls immediatly crowded around
Scully as they petted the dog.
     "He's so cute," Dinah said.
     "So soft," Krysta agreed, smoothing the dogs fur. Abel patted him lightly
while taking a big slurp of her Moutain Dew drink.
     "You know, that stuff has more caffeine in it than coffee or Coke
combined. I've seen people come into emergency rooms with heart attacks from
drinking that stuff," Scully warned. "Don't drink too much of it." Abel
grimaced.
     "That's what my mom told me. Are you a doctor or something?" She asked.
     "I'm a medical doctor, yes, but I work at the FBI for a living." Scully
said. Awe registered in the girls eyes.
     "Whoa! Cool!" Was the general response. Taking one last pet on the dog,
the girls waved good-bye and went to the register to pay for their drinks.
     "Bye!" Abel shouted as she bounded out to the van yelling "I GOT
SHOTGUN!" at the top of her lungs. Scully smiled and grabbed what she needed
before paying also.
     Arriving back at her apartment, Scully wasn't surprised to find her
partner's car parked out in front. The drizzle that she had left in had
become a downright storm and the wind threatened to blow the tiny dog off her
back. She walked in through the front door and headed down the hallway to her
apartment. Taking out her keys, the door opened right as she was inserting the
key into the lock. Her partner stood there, his hair dripping wet and his lips
turning blue.
     "Mulder!" She exclaimed and walked into the apartment; shutting the door
behind her. "What's wrong with you?" She could see that he was freezing wet,
but she meant why he was here. The emotional half of the problem. Mulder shook
his head as he watched her rummage in the linen closet for towels. He smiled
at the sight of his equally drenched partner with the tiny dog peeking out of
the backpack on her back. Reaching out to her, he gently removed the pack from
her; letting the dog out of his confines and placing the pack on the floor.
The dog's body was all fluffed out and dry, but his head was soaked down to a
skull. The contrast caused a smile to come to his chilled lips and then a
laugh. He stopped laughing when he felt a towel thrown over his head and two
tiny hands began to rub it furiously into his hair. Peeking out from under the
towel, he saw the dog already hiding under the table from his master; thinking
he was going to get the same treatment. The hands quit and he heard Scully
move away from him.
     "There's some dry clothes in the bottom drawer of the dresser in my room,
Mulder. Go change and dry yourself off some more," Scully ordered. He got up
and dripped his way into her bedroom. After she was sure that he was in her
room, Scully stripped off her soaked leggings, jacket, and peeled off her wet
shoes and socks. Wearing her underwear and her t-shirt, she took the afghan
from the back of her couch and wrapped it around herself. She settled back
onto the plush little couch just as the door opened and Mulder entered the
room. The sweats fit him a little long in the arms and short in the legs, but
they covered him.
     "Better?" She asked as he sat down next to her.
     "Much better," he smiled at her. She looked at him hard; her eyes a clear
blue that seared his soul.
     "Why did you come here, Mulder?" She asked. He shifted at the question.
     "I needed to talk to you about something, Scully," Mulder answered. She
ran her fingers through her hair and left them there; propping her elbow up on
the edge of the couch.
     "What is it?" Scully asked.
     "It's about...us, Scully. Our relationship," he said hoarsely. Hazel eyes
locked onto blue eyes and stayed there, measuring her reactions to his words.
"I-I feel that we need to talk about it."
     "Is it because of Modell?" She asked gently, reaching out to cover one of
his hands with hers. "I don't blame you for your actions, Mulder. He was
controling you then. It wasn't your fault." He smiled sadly.
     "It's not about Modell, Scully. It's about something more..something we
should have talked about a long time ago," he rubbed his chin and stood up to
walk over to her stereo on her bookshelf. Flipping through her CDs, he found
the one he wanted and slipped it into the CD player. Soft piano music floated
in the air as he pushed play on the stereo. He walked slowly back over to her;
holding out a single hand to her.
     "Dance with me, Scully," he breahted. "Please." She swallowed as she saw
his eyes darken and took his hand; letting the afghan fall away from her. The
t-shirt she wore went to right above her knees, but her feet were cold as they
touched the wooden flooring. Mulder pulled her clos to him, arm wrapping
around her waist and her shoulder to hold her tight as he buried his face in
her hair. Scully reached out and placed her own arms around his waist as they
moved slowly about the living room to the music. Her ears perked up as the
openeing strain came to her. It was something of her sister's.
    "Listen as the wind blows
     From across the great divide
     Voices trapped in yearning
     Memories trapped in time
     The night is my companion
     The solitude my guide
     Would I spend forever here
     And not be satisfied?

     And I would be the one
     To hold you down
     Kiss you so hard
     I'll take your breath away
     And after I'd wipe away the tears
     Just close your eyes dear."
Scully felt the heat of her partners body sear through the black cotton t-
shirt to her skin as his hand rubbed up and down her spine. His mouth was in
her hair as it nuzzled her neck and tried to gain contact with her silky skin.
The lyrics of the song seemed to have a hold on both of them, Scully thought.
It was as if this song had been written for them in some mystical way. Night
was Mulder's companion and he seemed to prefer solitude as his guide. Voices
were yearning for the truth to be known and memories had been trapped in time;
hiding secrets that the government wanted to keep hidden. It was the last
stanza that scared her a little.
     Mulder shifted and she felt him turn his head to flick her hair aside as
his mouth caressed her bare skin at last. A soft moan escaped her and she
found her eyes locked with his and they moved towards the sofa. What was
happening here? Crossed both their minds, but their bodies were another
matter.
    "Through this world I stumble
     So many times betrayed
     Trying to find an honest word
     To find the truth enslaved
     Oh, you speak to me in riddles
     And you speak to me in rhyme
     Me body aches to breathe your breath
     Your words keep me alive

     And I would be the one
     To hold you down
     Kiss you so hard
     I'd take your breath away
     And after I'd wipe away the tears
     Just close your eyes, dear."
Mulder's face became a blur as his head lowered to hers and his lips covered
over hers. For the first time in years, she was speechless.
    "Into this night I wander
     It's morning that I dread
     Another day of knowing
     The path I fear to dread
     Oh, into the sea of waking dreams
     I follow without pride
     Nothing stands between us here
     And I won't be denied

     And I would be the one
     To hold you down
     Kiss you so hard
     I'd take your breath away
     And after I'd wipe away the tears
     Just close your eyes, dear."
The songs rhythmn faded out and away as Mulder raised himself up to look deep
into his partner's eyes.
     "I love you, Scully," he breathed before getting off of her and walking
away into the kitchen. Dazed, her breath coming fast from his kiss, Scully
stood and followed him; the afghan snug around her shoulders in a emerald
cloud. He had his back to her as he stood, palms flat on the counter, staring
out the window at the pounding March rain. She walked quietly up behind him
and wrapped her arms around his waist; snuggling her head into his strong
back.
     "I always knew you'd be the one to start this," she said quietly. "You've
always been the Curious George of this partnership." She kissed the sweatshirt
beneath her cheek. "I've loved you since that day when you stole my heart. It
was that final stakeout on Tooms for me. Did you know I almost did buy you
iced tea, but only got the root beer because I figured you needed the
caffeine?" She rubbed her suddenly tear-streaked face into his back. "I've
loved you so long." He turned in her arms to face her. Seeing the tears,
Mulder let his own go as he picked her up in his arms; carrying her into the
bedroom. They fell asleep that night in each others arms with a relief and new
found hope warming their hearts.
@~--@~--@~--@~--@~
     It was early the next morning when both partners were awakened by the
doorbell ringing and the dog yipping in the living room.
     "Who comes to the door this early?" Mulder mumbled in her hair. She
looked over his shoulder at the clock.
     "It's 11:00 in the morning, Mulder. We overslept," she muttered, eyes
sliding shut once more. "Can you get it?" She asked, then thought better of
it. But he was already moving towards the door; sweatpants only on his body
with his hair sticking out in all directions. Mulder looked through the
peephole before opening the door wide. A teenage girl wearing jeans, boots, a
sweatshirt, and a DC SOUTH SOFTBALL baseball hat stood there. She smiled at
his attire and gave him an appreciating stare.
     "I'm looking for a Dr. Dana Scully?" She asked. "I found something of
hers last night." She said. He held open the door for her and she walked in.
Scully's leggings and sweatshirt were still draped over the couch from last
night. The girl didn't mind them as she pulled her L.L.Bean vest looser over
her body. It was freezing outside, but the doctor's apartment was sweltering.
     "She'll be with you in a minute," the man said to her and went off to
what must be the bedroom. Curious, Abel wandered around the apartment to look
at the photos on the mantle over the fireplace. The man's picture was there
along with the doctor. They were looking rather serious as they went over some
paperwork at an office. Another one was of a red-haired woman who looked a lot
like the doctor. She wore a crystal around her neck and looked sorta New-Agess
to Abel's eye.
     "Can I help you?" A voice asked. Abel turned around to grin at the tiny
woman standing in front of the tall man.
     "I found this tangle in my jacket last night when I got home," she said
and took out something from her pocket. "I assumed it was yours." She dropped
the object into Scully's outstretched hand. Scully gasped as she found she was
holding her cross in her hand. A hand went to her throat and she realized for
the frist time its absence. "I take it it's yours." Abel grinned.
     "Thank you! I didn't even know it was missing," Scully exclaimed. "How
did you find me?" The girl shrugged.
     "That red hair of yours seemed familiar and I called a team mate of mine
on softball. She said that it sounded like her aunt. When I told her about the
cross, Andera said it was you and gave me your address. I sledded over here as
quick as I could." She smiled. "I'm Kris Abel, but call me Abel. Everyone else
does. Even my teachers."
     "Nice to meet you, Abel. I'm Dana Scully and this man behind me is Fox
Mulder." She held out her hand and was rewarded with a strong, calloused shake
from Abel. Mulder stuck out his own hand and Abel gave him a good grip of a
shake.
     "Good grip," he smiled ruefully, running a hand through his ragged hair.
She smiled.
     "My coach always thought so," she looked at the clock on the wall.
"Yikes! I gotta go or I'll miss the Philes on television!" She yelped and made
a mad dash for the door. "Bye!" She called out as she ran with surprising
speed for a girl her size. Scully looked out the window with Mulder as the
girl hopped into a..sled?!
     "Oh my God," Scully said as she saw the amount of snow outside. A good
three feet covered the ground as she watched Abel climb into a dog sled
attached to five brawny golden retrivers. She shouted to them and they sped
off down what was the sidewalk. Mulder chuckled behind her as he drew himself
away from the window to go back into the bedroom. Scully watched him ago and
went to the kitchen in search of some food for breakfast. By the time Mulder
returned, wearing his jeans and clothes from the night before, she had already
fixed eggs and toast for the both of them. They are the meal in silence as the
sun began to go down in the west. It was around 2:00 when Mulder admitted he
should try to go home to freshen up before work tommorrow. Scully didn't want
him to leave, but she didn't think she could save him from having her if he
stayed. It felt good to be able to kiss him good-bye as he left. As she
watched him dig out his car and drive away in the warm sunshine, Scully felt a
part of herself become whole again. The rain of misery had finally turned into
soft soothing snowflakes after all this time.
@~--@~--@~--@~--@~
Well? How's that? Do I continue or do I drop like a hot iron?
E-mail me at kabelicious@gmail.com with your comments, ponderings, and
general ways to take over the world each night. As ever, Zaganul is on the
look out for flames of any kind and will respond as he pleases. Oh, and this
is an advertisement for the trusty Zag: she is expecting her cyberdragon eggs
to hatch any day now and is looking for possible parents for them. There are
two males and one female available. Please respond with the words: ZAG'S EGGS
in the title of your e-mail if you desire to adopt one.;)
Thanks go to my softball team for undying patience for my style of playing the
game - no one ever hurt more people doing it than me.;)
@~--@~--@~--@~--@~
"You were my strength when I was weak,
 You were my voice when I couldn't speak,
 You were my eyes when I couldn't see,
 You saw the best there was in me,
 You lifted me up when I couldn't reach,
 I had faith becaue you believed
 I'm everything I am because you loved me."
     -Celine Dion, "You Loved Me", Up Close & Personal Soundtrack