From: Jennifer Tancraitor Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 20:14:08 -0400 Subject: Resubmission Source: direct Disclaimer: (to the tune of Old Mc Donald) Mr. Carter had a show (eieio) And on this show he had 2 agents (eieio) With some alien goo here And a conspiracy there Krycek here Spender there CSM is everywhere! Mr. Carter had a show (eieio) I was bored and wrote a fic (eieio) I used Mulder and Scully from his show (eieio) So please don't sue I'm really broke And it won't do you any good. I was bored and wrote a fic (eieio) Rating: PG. Category:S/R Summary: Scully unleashes her inner child and kicks back on a swingset. Notes: This is something I was inspired to write after a trip to a local park with my boyfriend over the weekend. I was somehow overcome with this urge to swing on the swingset at around 11 at night. He pushed me for awhile and then he and I sat on the gr ound and talked for about 2 hours. When I got home, I was thinking about that, and realized what a great fic it would be. So, here it is! Feedback: Yes please! (iluvcars@bellatlantic.net) Also, visit my X-Files webpage and read my other fics. (http://homepages.go.com/~fbibasementgirl.html) Thanks to: Amanda, Meryl, Molly, and all my other philes. Dave, for the great swingset conversation and for putting up with my childish indulgences. Playground Catharsis 1: Swinging By: Tumn OK. So life isn't exactly all daisies and kittens. It's kinda more like dandelions and fat old cats. But, hey, it's alright I guess. Not too crappy, just in a slump. I guess that's why I'm here. To re-live the better years. Ha. Nice try this was. I'm sta rring at the swing set and wondering if this is all just in vain. Oh well. I guess I'd better give it a try. With this case Mulder and I are on, I could use a little freedom. I'm walking over to the swingset now, and all around me I picture what the park would look like during the day. Little kids happily swinging and playing and flying their kites. As I sit down on one of the swings, I look across the street at our motel. My room is straight ahead, and Mulder's is right next to mine. I grab hold of the chain links that hold the swing and push off the ground. Already I can feel the adrenaline pulsing through my veins. I pump my legs harder and let the cool night air wash over me. This is just what I needed. It's a release. A vent for all the stress I've amassed in the past few weeks. I reach back with one han d and pull my hair out of the small ponytail it was in. I tip my head back and let the wind flow through my hair. I close my eyes and see myself. When I was younger. I see myself swing on a swingset just like this back on the base. I hated moving from cit y to city with my father, but it was how things were, and I just accepted them. I open my eyes again and swing harder. Suddenly I feel hands on my back, pushing me into the air. I don't turn around. I know who it is. His hands on my back are not unfamiliar. But this is a new feeling. A feeling of reassurance as he gently pushes me off toward the skies. I don't want to br eak the silence, but I must ask him a question. "Where were you? I didn't see you cross the street." I asked quietly as I shot off toward the heavens once again. "I was already over here when you came over. I was sitting on the jungle gym about 10 ft. from here." "Oh," I say. I hadn't even noticed the gym. I had just headed straight for the swings. I stop pumping my legs and let gravity slow me. Mulder sees me acquiesce and stops pushing me. The swings slows and comes to a stop, but I make no move to get up. "You're not the only one who gets stressed," he whispers in my ear. I lean back into his chest and he lets his hands come to rest on my shoulders. He rubs my shoulders gently, relaxing and comforting me. I reach my arms back to get him a kind of backwards hug. He sighs and bends over, wrapping his arms around my waist. He pulls me up off the swing and I step over the swing, and facing him, hug him tightly. We stay like that for only a moment, and then he pulls back just enough to kiss my hair, then kiss my forehead. "Promise me you'll stay like this forever. Never forget your inner child." "I promise," I whisper back, "but only if you give me a piggy back ride back to the motel." He squeezes me tight again and laughs. I can see his smile, and it warms my heart. He rarely smiles anymore, so when he does, it's a special treat. Come to think of it, I don't smile much either. Oh well. We're both smiling now, so what does it matter? H e releases me from our bear hug and turns around, bending down so I can hop on his back. I jump up and hold on tight. He lets out a groan. "Mulder, are you OK?" I ask. "Geeze Scully. For someone so tiny, you're pretty heavy!" I crack him on the head and he laughs as he beings to trot across the park. We bounce and skip back to the motel. What a sight we must be. To full grown FBI agents, running amuck in a public park in the middle of the night. I wish Skinner could see this. He'd love it! He'd probably offer to give me a piggy back ride! And Kersh! Well, Kersh would probably find some rule against it. I just don't really care. I'm enjoying myself. But, we really must be a sight! A Kodak moment. Oh well. Say what you want. Just don't tell me. Tell my inner child.