From: "Kris "Beast" Abel" <kabelicious@gmail.com>
Date:          Thu, 9 May 1996 12:04:20 EST
Subject:       "Fountain" series & others


Hello out there in Cyberland! This is the Queen of Sinus Colds at your service
with a dish of a story sure to warm anyone's lonely little heart. This is an
inspired Relationshipper story of which I had a great pleasure writing in bed
on my hated, old little lap top named Ziggy. It's a Romance, folks, so turn
back now if the thought brings puke to your mind like a melting, icky green
slurpee of Blue Raz and Banana. This is also a seqeul to "Fountain".

Disclaimer: Yes, I'm sick and so are those X-Files people who created a show
that has desperates flocking to their computers to write romantic X-Files
while torturing us with the barest of signs on the show each week. CC, 1013,
and FOX own the show, not me. Oh, and, once more from me to the Congress who
came up with "That Damn Law"....go stuff a giant watermelon up yer arse and
then you'll know how much I hates yous guys right now.;)

This is dedicated to my buddy, Rick "Boner" Ingles, who actually brought me
food in my illness that I deserately neeeded (flowers, too) and to (Melissa?)
who told me just how sick the Reflecting Pool is to dive in. Like, men pee in
it regularly and birds bathe in it. I'm sure some cold germ got in there too.

"Sniffles", A sequel to "Fountain"
   by Kris "Beast" Abel, Softball "The Arm" Princess, kabelicious@gmail.com

     Special Agent Dana Scully of one of the premiere law enforcement agencies
in the world sat sniffing and blowing her nose with tissues as she sat in a
huddle on her living room couch. She was clad in a t-shirt, sweats, a ratty
bathrobe, and thick socks as she sat with her hair in a ponytail watching
Melrose Place on the television. Damn Mulder for giving me this cold! She
thought and then coughed as a spasm hit her. Reaching across to the coffee
table, she reached for the grape Dimetapp, but found that it was empty. She
groaned and hurled the offending object across the room to hit her apartment
door. The tiny Pomerian, Clyde, yipped and sniffed it before wandering
nervously over to his newest owner.
     "I know, honey, but Mommy's sick right now," she sighed, petting her
spiky little dog. She checked her watch. "Well, I guess a slice of ham won't
hurt you." Scully said and rose from her perch to go to the refrigerator.
Inside was a piece of cake, some milk, and a container of cheese spray. In
disgust she slammed the door, remembering that today was her grocery day. Just
when she thought things could be worse, the doorbell rang.
     "Scully? You home?" Came a familiar voice from the door. Mulder. Perfect,
just perfect. She went over to her door, unlocked it, and opened it; prepared
to read him the sick deal and tell him to leave her alone to her misery. It
was *his* fault she was sick. It wasn't *her* idea to go swimming in the germ-
infested waters of the Reflecting Pool at three in the morning. "Bastard," she
muttered and went hold the door open so he could come in. He did, in perfect
health without the slightest sniffle or cough to him. In his arms, he held two
paper brown bags with his keys dangling from his left hand. Scully closed the
door behind him before following his lanky form into the kitchen. She jumped
and sat up on the kitchen counter in her robe, sniffing miserably, as she
watched him unload the groceries he'd brought with him. Chicken soup, milk,
carrots, fruit, ice cream.....she reached out and grabbed the Rocky Chunky
Chocolate Ripple Road from his hands and fumbled in a drawer for a spoon.
Openeing up the lid with surprising strength, Scully plunged the spooon in and
brought a big bite to her mouth to eat.
     "Mmmmmmmm..," a moan came from her mouth as the cool cream slid down her
sore throat. "Heaven," she whispered and closed her eyes as she took another
bite. Mulder chuckled and took the ice cream away from her.
     "That's for dessert," he warned. "I have a good dinner planned for you,
Scully, and I rather you not ruin your apppetite on Rocky before hand." She
crossed her arms in frustration.
     "I'm *sick*, Mulder. Appetite has nothing to do with food: it's how well
it feels on your throat that counts." She rasped and then went on a coughging
fit; back hunched with spasms. A soothing hand massaged her back as she
coughed it out. Mulder got a class from a cabinet and filled it with some
water. Wordlessly, he handed it to her; a guilty look on his face.
     "I'm sorry, Scully," he apologized. "I never should have plunged us into
that Pool the other night." She glared at him.
     "I still hope you get sick, but...apology accepted. Now, fix me that
dinner. I'm going to go lay down for a few," she yawned and slipped off the
counter to waddle her way into the bedroom. Scully left the door open as she
pulled back the rumpled covers and slid under them; kicking off her socks
under the comforter. She curled up into a fetal position and let her thoughts
drift back to that night again.
     Right before he'd plunged her into that water, Scully and Mulder had
reavealed their feelings to one another that night. They had also shared one
hell of a kiss to boot. A warmth spread over her at the memory of the
sensations that that kiss had caused floated over her. She blushed and huddled
under the covers more, trying to forget the soft feel of Mulder's lips on
hers. She finally fell away a few minutes later; breathing quietly even with
her cold.
@~--@~--@~--@~--@~--@~
     Mulder putterd about his partner's kitchen, waiting until he heard the
movement in her bedroom cease before getting the pots and pans from her
cabinets. He was familiar in this surrounding and it didn't take him long to
get everything ready to cook. Taking out some Campbell's he'd bought at the
Quicki Mart, he dumped two cans into a pan and set on the burner at high with
six cans of water. He wanted to leave left-overs for Scully to heat up so she
wouldn't have to cook so much. He got out some bread and laid it in the
toaster before taking out another pan and filling it with an apple cider mix
that would soothe any throat. It was from Scully's mom Margaret. Accidentally,
they had run into each other at the supermarket and Maggie had told Mulder to
follow her home so she could give him some of it for Dana to drink. It was
what she had used on the Scully kids for their sore throats back when they
were kids.
     The spicy aroma of the heating cider quickly filled the kitchen and
Mulder breathed it in appreciatively. The soup began to boil and he turned
down the burner to low while he grabbed the toast from the toaster. The cider
would take a while to heat up enough, so he walked quietly into Scully's
bedroom to see how she was doing. A smile lit up his handsome face as he saw
her curled up with her thumb in her mouth. She sucked on it with a little
squishing sound before it popped out of her mouth and dropped to her side. It
glistened with her saliva in the light from the hallway as Scully's fists
curled around its circumference. Stepping into the room, Mulder settled down
to sit on the edge of the bed near her side and reached out a hand to shake
her shoulder.
     "C'mon, Scully. Dinner's ready. Time to wake up, Sleepyhead," he said
softly. She stirred beneath his touch and sat up; wiping tiny fists against
her eyes to clear them.
     "Already? I just fell asleep," she yawned. He smiled.
     "You can go back to bed as soon as you get some food in you."
     "With you cooking, that won't be any time soon," she said miserbaly and
got to her feet to trudge out to the kitchen table. Mulder set down a steaming
plate of soup with buttered toast to one side and a mug of spicy smelling
apple cider next to it. She sipped the cider and smiled broadly.
     "You ran into my mother, didn't you?" Scully asked him.
     "Yep, at the supermarket. I told her you were sick and she had me follow
her home so she could give some to me for you." He said. "Said that she used
to give it you all the time when you were little and had a cold."
     "Right after she gave us that awful cold medicene," she sneezed to one
side. "It was a treat until we were tall enough to reach mom's stash of it in
the pantry." She picked up her spoon and dipped into her soup; taking a light
sip. It tasted perfect. All chunky with not so many vegetables in it. The
broth was thick and she wondered if Mulder had put any flour in it to thicken
it some.
     "This is delicious." Scully complimented him.
     "It was the least I could do after getting you sick," he said.
     "It wasn't your fault. I was the one who caused you to jump into cold
water in the first place," she admonished and then blushed when she remembered
*what* she had done to him. Mulder looked at her then; his eyes fiery with
intenseness as he slowly stood up from his seat across from her. It seemed
that it took him centuries to move the five feet to her side as he knelt down
until his head was level with hers.
     "I liked that part when you made me jump into the water," he murmured,
hot breath caressing her ear. She shivered as he moved in closer to her
personal space. "I liked it a lot," he whispered as he lightly brushed his
Roman nose against her freckled one.
     "Mulder, I-," she began and then was silenced as his mouth touched hers.
Electricty sprang up all over her and she felt chills running all over her. It
felt like heaven as she raised her arms up around his shoulders; hugging him
closer to her. His strong arms encircled her tiny waist and leaned her more
into him as his tongue sought entry to her mouth. It was granted and tongues
played back and forth inside. A soft moan came from Scully as Mulder's hot
mouth wandered down her neck and lick lightly at her cartoid.
     "Mulder..," she sighed as he nuzzled her lightly. Looking up into her
eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief and pulled her to him in a warm embrace.
Taking her up into his arms, he stood and made his way into the bedroom.
Mulder took back the covers and slid under with Scully still in his arms. He
flicked off her bathrobe and held her tightly as she snuggled in closer under
his chin. She ran a hand up his jaw; tracing the strong bone underneath the
bristly skin. Shudders ran over him as he finger traced his lips. Taking her
hand in his, he kissed it lightly on the knuckles and pulled her on top of
him.
     "Feeling better?" He asked. She smiled and nodded.
     "What a little love will do for a person," she teased. *Love*. The sheer
idea of it frightened her some, but, when it concerned Mulder, Scully had
found that extreme possibilities had a way of coming true despite the odds.
And this love that she now could share with him had proven that theory
correct. To be able to love him publicly was real myth, she thought ruefully.
What if they use this against us?
     "They won't hurt us, Scully. I won't let them come between us," Mulder
whispered into her hair; sensing her fears. She looked up at him and looked
worried.
     "I don't ever want to have this end," she said. "It's taken us too long
to get here."
     "We won't, Scully, Dana. I love you too much," he said. A tear ran out
from her eye and he leaned down to kiss it away.
     "I love you too, Mulder," she said back, sniffing lightly. He kissed her
lips this time and the tremors racked both their bodies once more. Arms
wrapped around each other as the warmth of their bodies combined into a haven
from their haunters. Only a few sniffles penetrated the sound of lips locking
and soft sighs of content.
@~--@~--@~--@~--@~
So...another sequel in this "Fountain" series? I'm catching up on my sequels
as we head into April and the next one up is a sequel to "The Frozen Picture"
called "Frozen Denial". A cutsy, but with less angst (or sickness) than this
one.
Comments, blurbs, and hate mail go to kabelicious@gmail.com. I answer all
the e-mail that is clearly *labeled* as commentary on a story like the title
of the story or something related to it. I subscribe to *seven* mailing lists
and have about a hundred e-mails a day, so, please, don't get mad if it takes
me a day to answer. I AM ONLY ONE BEAST!;)
Oh, and Deanna? Look out in "Frozen Denial"...a surprise is coming!;)\
Thank you to that wonderful DD Teen who called me a Godess in her story intro:
it was a grrreeattt ego boost that was much needed after several hate mails.;)
Your story rocked by the way.
@~--@~--@~--@~--@~
"Your love is better than ice cream
 Better than anything else that I've tried
 Your love is better than ice cream
 Everyone here knows how to fight."
    -Sarach McLachlan, "Ice Cream", Fumbling Towards Esctasy