From hello_ang@juno.com Fri May 16 17:23:04 1997
Subject: Raining in Baltimore (1/1)
From: hello_ang@juno.com (Angela B Cross-Eitel)
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Title: Raining in Baltimore (1/1)
Author: Angela Brooke
Rating: G
Classifacation: V A
Spoiler: Nope
Summary: Mulder is watching the rain and listening to a Counting Crows
song.  His day fits the song.
Disclaimer:  I son't own Mulder, Scully, Samantha, or the X-Files.  I
also don't own Raining in Baltimore by the Counting Crows, but it's a
great song.  (made me cry.. sniff, sniff)  No infringement intended.

	Mulder sat by the window of his new apartment.  The rain was
pelting down the windows like there was no tomorrow.
	<Maybe it knows something I don't.  Maybe there is no tomorrow.>
	The sad sounds of a song playing on the radio drifted over to
him.  It was an old Counting Crows song.  It's woeful strains fit his
mood.  To him, the words could have been written by him today.

The circus is fallin'
down on it's knees
The big top is crumblin' down
	<The X-Files had been shut down for the last time.  It was over.>
It's rainin' in Baltimore
Fifteen miles east
where you should be
No one's around 
	<Scully was gone.>
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I need a big love
I need a phone call
Strange conversations passin' me by
And I don't have nothin' to say
	<What's the point of looking any more?  She's not here to argue
with me... To keep me on track.>
You get what you pay for
But I just had no
intention of living this way
	<I should have seen this coming.>
I need a phone call
I need a plane ride
I need a sunburn
I need a raincoat
And I get no answers
And I don't get no change
	<Nothing had really been resolved.  It hadn't been only Samantha
for a long time now.>
It's rainin' in Baltimore, baby
But everything else is the same
There's things I remember
And things I forget
I miss you
I guess that I should
Three thousand Five hundred miles away
What would you change if you could
I need a phone call
Maybe I should by a new car
I can always hear a frieght train
Baby, if listen real hard
I wish it was a small world
Cause I'm lonely for the big towns
	<All the places we went...>
I like to hear a little guitar
I guess it's time to put the top down
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I really need a raincoat
I really really need a raincoat
I really really really need a raincoat
I really need a raincoat

	The rain just kept coming down.  They were too far apart.  He
felt like a part of himself was ripped away.  
	Just out of his reach.
	She was gone.  Gone.  Gone.  
	It wasn't fair.  
	His sister was dead.  She'd died a long time ago.  So long a time
ago.  So many wasted years searching for an already wasted life.
	He wouldn't have believed it.  But this time the evidence was
there.  Scully had told him this was real.  
	This was true.
	It wasn't fair.
	She was gone.
	Scully had left.  Getting treatment, she said.  Get answers, he'd
said.  No, I'm dying, Mulder...
	I'm dying...
	She's dead and she's dying.
	Both were gone.  Far away.  Too far away.
	Mulder gave in to the gut-renching sobs.
	<I may never see her again.  And I didn't say good-bye.>
	<Good-bye>
		____
Okay, it doesn't say much, I know, but I just heard the song and was
inspired.  I might write more if anyone wants to know. 
<hello_ang@juno.com>
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