From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2001 23:25:31 -0600
Subject: Then the Rain Stopped (1/1) Spoiler fic by Ally Cardoza
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Reply To: sunstblvd4@usa.net



Title: Then the Rain Stopped
Author: Ally Cardoza
Email: sunstblvd4@usa.net
Category: M, Angst
Keywords: MSR......sorta
Spoilers: I've chosen to acknowledge and ignore some of the spoilers
for the upcoming Mulder  return
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Never have. Prolly never will too.
Summary: A version of how Mulder could return
Archive: Let me know. Other stories can be found at 
http://hometown.aol.com/sunstblvd4/main.html 
Author's Note: Tried to squeeze this in between classes and life.
Goodness. It's crazy. Feedback:  Pah-pah-pah-pleeease?
sunstblvd4@usa.net

*****
10:15pm
*****
He reached out for the door handle, about to reopen a chapter in his
life he never expected to  be shut. But something told him to stop.
Something said,"Not yet." He wasn't ready for it.  So he left. 

Fox Mulder walked back to his car in the rain; climbed in, shut the
door, and sat there. He  stared at the door to Dana Scully's apartment
building for quite some time. He didn't know what was making this so 
hard. He knew she'd be angry. He knew that she would be upset that he
didn't come back sooner. 

In an exasperated release of air, Fox Mulder sat back in his seat and
looked at himself in the  rearview mirror. The scars were there. The
scars they had left him with. Small puncture marks  that lined both
sides of his face. He made long sleeved shirts a habit, to hide the
scars  on both of his wrists. 

When he had been returned and woke up in the hospital, when asked if
there was anyone they should contact, he told them "No." He was afraid
of Scully seeing him like this. He didn't  want her to suffer anymore
than she already had.

He remembered what she looked like when she was first returned, and it
killed him.  So he  stayed in the hospital discreetly for five months;
recooperating and getting well. 

But when the day came to leave the hospital, he didn't know what to do
next. He knew that he  had to go to Scully before anything, but then
what? Was life going to be normal; as normal  as it had been for him
?Or would things be different? Would Scully be the same?

Once back in Washington DC, he wondered for a while, trying to
reaquiant himself with home.  He ended up at the bench at the
Reflecting Pool where he and Scully had spent so much time, 
hoping to make a connection. The sunset was gorgeous despite the
oncoming storm clouds.But  he knew, sooner of later he would have to
face her. He would have to tell her that he was home; that he was
alive.

So he took a cab home. He thought about going inside, curious as to
what had become of his  little nook since he had left, but thought
better of it, afraid that his landlord would know  that he was back,
and contact Scully. He knew that she would have covered all his bases
in  looking for him. If she even was looking for him...

Of course she was looking for him. Right? 

Fox Mulder got into his car and drove to Georgetown. His head was
bombarded with memories of  Scully. Of their last night in Oregon.
That night was his definition of perfection. He wanted 
nothing else that to just hold her. And she let him. She let him hold
her as long as he wanted, as long as he needed.

Memories of conversations about invitro came flooding back. The
disappointment. The constant  nights Scully cried in his arms because
it had failed again.

And finally memories of that night. The night where they had crossed
the threshold. When that  fine line between friends and more than, was
crossed. It was a night much like this one. 

The rain was beating on the window in soft pulses. The wind was
slight. It was the perfect  spring storm.

But it wasn't the same.He wasn't fearful then. He wasn't afraid to
face her. What would she  say? Would she cry? Does she have a new
life? A life that doesn't include him. Would she  even remember him?

So now he sits in his car, staring at the rain as it falls on the
windshield. Out of the corner of his eye, he  sees her light on. 

In a sudden decision, Fox Mulder got out of his car and walked to her
door. He stood there for  a minute,just waiting. Not quite sure if
knocking was the appropriate thing to do. And without  warning, the
door had opened, and she stared at his face. 

He looked at her with sullen eyes. He stood there, shoulders sagged,
and head slightly looking  down; but never taking his eyes off of
her.

Then she began to cry. Tears began to flow freely from her eyes, and
she fell to her knees. 

It was then, that the rain stopped.  

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End
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