From: "Leslie Cummings" Date: Fri, 25 May 2001 21:29:18 -0000 Subject: submissions Source: direct Title: Rocks From the Vineyard Author: Barenaked Bostonian Feedback: I'D REALLY LIKE TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS ON A STORY THAT I COULD WRITE. I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO KNOW IF WRITING THESE IS WORTH IT. ALLOF YOUR IDEAS AND COMMENTS WILL BE CONSIDERED. Hey, I'll write about anything! Thanks: To Lesley, for really encouraging me to write fan fiction. To Lisa and Amanda and Ari. As well as Kelly, who doesn't give a damn what I write and Aiah too, because she is cool! And um, I know I'm forgetting someone, Ms. A, because she is coming to my computer fair. Mr. Cortez who helped me with the stuff in here. And Krisela who also did. TO AIAH FOR THE GIFT IDEA!!!! THANKYOU AMANDA!!!! Summary: It is Mulder's birthday, and some things happen. Enter alcohol and awkwardness! What's in the box?? Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully kissed And that was just fine, But Carter, don't be pissed These characters are not mine! Distribution: I'd love it, and of course I'd let you! Just tell me where so me and my friends can visit. Rating: PG-13 Category: MSR!!!!! As I sit on the couch, I wonder what I am thinking, because even I don't know what is going on in my own mind. My head is a mess of thoughts and I haven't even installed the air conditioner in there yet. The filing cabinets in there haven't been filed in years and it really needs dusting, excessively. I know that I am thinking about her, like I always am, but I don't know in what context. Am I thinking of the beauty, or the woman, or the woman under those suits. I don't care, as long as I think about her. She always eases my mind. Even when I am angry with her, she always calms me. I hear the phone ring faintly in the background. I hear the leather creak under my weight as I get up and answer it, shielding my eyes from the impending sun. "Hello?" I ask groggily, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "Mulder, hi. Did I wake you? I'm sorry." "Ah, actually no. I got up awhile ago and was just sitting." "Sitting?" she asks, stiffling a yawn. "And thinking I guess." "About what?" she asks. "I- I don't know exactly, just thinking." "Oh." she said hesitantly. "Then I guess I'm not interupting you." "Not at all. What's up?" I ask her, walking back to the couch, phone in hand. "I just wanted to remind you that it's your birthday." "It is?" I ask somewhat surprised, both from the fact that she remembered and that I forgot. "Yes. You forgot your own birthday? That has to be the first time that I have ever heard that." she says with a slight laugh. "Yeah, I am kinda pathetic." I say, pushing a hand through my hair. "So...can I take you out to dinner or something Mulder? I know that you don't celebrate things like this but... I thought that you might make and exception, just this once." she says. She sounded like she was smiling. "For you?" I yawned. "Of course babe." I say, smiling to myself. "Wow," she says in a dry tone, "at least chivalry isn't dead." "I'll pick you up at seven." I say. "Good." she says and hangs up. I get ready that night hastily. I have no idea what to wear and wonder why I am being so self-appraising of myself. I dismiss that thought and continue to get ready. It is now that I realize that the time is six forty-five, and that I have to get going. I was never good at promptness. I grab my keys and head out the door. I remember that I forgot to turn the bathroom light off, unlock the door, switch it off and then head off again. Once I get to her apartment, I make sure that I look all right in the rear-view, and head upstairs. I smooth my shirt over once more before I knock. Three times and then she opens the door. She looks amazing in her casual beige sweater, which is slightly too tight, but hey, I'm not complaining. And she wears a brown wrap around skirt which I must say looks fabulous on her. She blushes as she hands me a box. It is wrapped shiny purple paper and is about the size of a necklace box. I want to know what's inside, I have to because I am impatient, but then she says, "Open it after dinner." And I obey, slipping the box into my pocket as I take her hand in mine. She looks up at me slightly confused, but then tugs on it and we head down the hall. The night is cool and crisp and obvious October. Her porch is covered in fake spiderwebs from the kids up in fifty-eight. Micheal and Melissa, they decorate her building for all the holidays. She trails her free hand over them as we walk down her front steps. The ride to the restaurant is peaceful and serene, as she glances out the window from time to time. The street lights set her hair on fire, and I realize that seven years ago I began to learn how to appreciate human beauty, which is what I find in her. She glances at me and catches me watching her, and I put my eyes back on the road, secretly happy that she caught me catching her beauty. I request us a table at the back of the restaurant, I want us to be able to talk without interruptions every five minutes. I don't know why I want to talk to her, maybe just so I can hear her voice. I decide that that is the reason as we walk to our table at the very back of the restaurant. As she sits, I catch a glimpse of a smile on her face. I smile as well, knowing that she is at least somewhat happy. I pull the menu open, not really looking at it, but waiting for her to speak. I could wait forever, but I don't have to. "Happy birthday Mulder." "Thank you." I say as I glance back down at the menu in my lap. "There's no one else that I'd rather spend it with." "Thank you Mulder." she says, slightly awed, but Scullyesque none-the-less. The waiter comes and asks us for our drink orders. For someone who never drinks, I am astonished when Scully orders a white wine. I follow suit an order a vodka martini. I am also astonished when she actually drinks it, before her meal comes. She has never done this before, not even if she has coffee. Ten minutes of small talking and general flirting later, the waiter comes to take our order for meals. Scully is staring intently at her menu, no doubt trying to choose between the stuffed shells and the grilled and stuffed peppers. I didn't know that she liked stuffed peppers, guess you learn something new every day. I myself choose the grilled salmon, because I haven't had good fish since I left the Vineyard, I might as well try it here. She finally decides on the stuffed peppers after a few restless sighs from the waiter and a laugh from me. She sighs when he leaves and rests her elbows on the table. She looks stunning, always has, but each day it's in a way that I have never seen before. Every time I see her like this I get a new backhand to the back of the head, that informs me of the thing like love I am feeling. I don't want to feel it, haven't felt it in a long time. Oh well, I guess it's time to end the streak. I just realize now that she has been talking for the last five minutes and I haven't been paying attention. It appears that she has been discussing a new form of anemia that has been discovered in southern Florida. I smile polietely, but I let her know that she's onto me. "You know I haven't heard a word you just said." I say with a slight chuckle. She smiles as well. "I know, why?" she asks, uncrossing her arms and dropping them down in her lap. She stares at me intently and waits for an answer. "Thinkin'" I say simply. "'Bout what?" she asks. "You." I say as I hear her catch her breath in her throat. "Why?" she asks me, barely above a whisper. This really shouldn't come as a shock to her, because she has no idea in what context. The one she was thinking of, however, is probably the correct one. The waiter comes with our meals then, momentarily stalling the conversation as she orders another wine. Once he brings it back she picks up the glass with a shaky hand and gulps it down. Now I'm scared. She just gulped, not once in our careers together have I seen her gulp something. She's nervous, she's nervous that I think about her. Well, I'll have to explain later, because we delve into our meals like they are the most interesting things in our life thus far. She finishes after about a half an hour. Besides the fact that she's still on my mind, that fish was really good. Better than good. It was a religious experience. Back to her. "That was amazing Scully. Remind me to take this off my "List of things that suck and are out to get me." How was your's?" This statement gets a small giggle out of her, and she looks at her hands and then meets my eyes with hers. "Good...really good." she says and sighs again. She has polished off her fourth glass of chardeney, I interject as she goes to order another. "Scully, I think you've had enough." The waiter looks at us in quiet exhasperation, partly for taking our time and partly for the fact that we will not be buying any more drinks. "Aww, just one more?" she asks, almost begs. "Scully, I better take you home." she pouts but doesn't object, because even if she is drunk, or tipsy, or whatever she is, she knows that I'll never hurt her, or take advantage of her. But I want to, badly. I pay the waiter, tip him, and get our coats from the lady by the door. "Mulder, you know that I'm not drunk." she says, when we are driving home. "You're tipsy are you? Pleasantly tipsy?" I say in a mock British tone. "Exactly Fox." she says and smiles. "I'm, really not." she finishes. "I know." I say, smiling to her as we walk out of the car and to her front door. Suddenly, her face lights up. "You haven't open your gift yet. Why don't you come up and I'll make you some coffee." "Alright then Miss Scully." I say and take her hand again. We walk silently up to and into her apartment, where she flicks on the lamp by her couch. The room is now bathed in a warm glow. I think that's why... Scully glows onto everything and it sticks on it. Even me, when I'm around her, I glow. She busies herself in the kitchen, making the coffee. I'm not really interested in coffee now but.... She places the tray down on the coffee table and hands me a mug. "Open." Is all she says as she takes a sip from her own. I pull the box from my pocket and study it for a moment. I shake the box and hear something rattle inside. Is it a pen, you never know? Is it a dog toy, perhaps? Maybe a bomb saying Happy Birthday, Kaboom! Ya just can't tell with these things. I look at her and she blushes again. "Just open it!" she says a little impatiently. I begin to peel off the paper. And I can feel her smiling at me, I can feel her warm lips touching my heart. I peel it completely off, and stare at the gold box in my lap. I open the lid. "Do you like it?" she asks. I look at the gift before me. They are shiny polished rocks. And they are engraved in beautiful script writing. They say different thing, "trust", "love", "partners", "Fox", "Dana", and "forever and always I promise". She repeats her question and I just turn and look at her. Her face shows that she is unsure of what I'm going to say. "I don't know what to say." "Well, I got them from the Vineyard, I thought that..." I cover her mouth gently with mine. And her lips are like nothing that I have ever felt, or will feel again. I hope, I wish, I love this woman. I do and am so proud of myself for loving her, for letting myself to. She parts from me breahlessly. "Happy birthday Mulder." and she kisses me again. *END* Thanks to Aiah for all of her help! -Leslie And Mike, Hee hee, who will never read this. ------=_NextPart_000_6eb_29ea_14cf Content-Type: text/plain; name="The Kiss.txt"; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="The Kiss.txt" Title: This is the Miracle Author: Barenaked Bostonian I looked at the child smiling in my arms. He moved. He giggled, and I was so overwhelmed at the feelings inside me i wated to cry. But I didn't. So I spoke to her. To the angel in front of me, to my child's mother. "The truth that we both know." I say and look into her eyes. Into her soul. "And what's that?" she asks, somewhat confused, but knowing exactly what I mean. And I kiss her. Softly, so that I can let her know what I'm feeling. And for a moment I feel that I have made a terrible mistake. Because she is not kissing me back. But in that moment, she gives me permission, so I continue. And she grasps my arm softly to pull me closer, we have to be closer. I love this woman. I have never felt love like this before, and I know that I never want to feel any more than this again. For she is Mary, and this is the Blessed Miracle. And for her I am so happy, but I know that this requires so much effort on my part, and I don't know if I can take that. I don't know if...I don't want to let her down. Because I have so many times already. But this is our miracle. Together, this is our child created from a higher source. Perhaps from, Him. But He has not been all that kind to me and I don't know if I can accept the fact that there is a power who gave this child to her, but took so much else away. And the pain is overwhelming for me. I can't handle it. I kiss her harder, no longer needing oxygen because I have longed for her for so long. And *she* is my truth. And *he* is my truth. This little William, who just hooked my under the chin and giggled. He looks at me like he knows me. Like he knows that *I* am his father. That I am meant to be witt this woman, his mother. And I am part of a family. I am a father, and I want to be a lover. If she will let me. Because I want to make her happy. I want to *try* to make her happy. Somewhere, somewhere along the line I fell, for her in all ways that a person can. Maybe it was saving her life, or was it her saving mine? Or was it us saving each other. Like we have on countless times, and will continue to. Forever. And the clors swirl in my head as I kiss her. As one of her tears runs down my cheek, an outlines our lips. And this is the miracle. This kiss. This baby. Us. *END* Okay, once again, everyone keeps telling me that I should make these longer. I PROMISE THAT I'M TRYING! The *KISS* was the best. I jumped off my bed and started screaming. It was perfect. Was it not? Well, MCAS is OVER! THANK GOD! So, I'm in YTE again and got bored and wrote this, so if it sucks, uh....blame Kelly! ThAnK yOu! Leslie