From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2000 14:42:31 -0500
Subject: Two Beds and a Coffee Machine by Invisible Sun
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Two Beds and A Coffee Machine
by Invisible Sun

Disclaimer: Repeat after me. I don't own 'em.
They are the sole property of Chris Carter, 
1013 Productions, and the FOX Network.  There,
that's settled.  Oh, and the very touching song
belongs to Savage Garden.

Spoilers: none

Keywords: MSR (in spirit, I guess), Scully/Other (past?
kinda), Alternate Universe (you're still here, right?),
and Angst.  There, that's enough keywords, right?

Rating: PG

Summary: "Another ditch in the road/ You keep moving/
Another stop sign/ You keep moving on/ And the years
go by so fast/ Wonder how I ever made it through"
~Savage Garden "Two Beds and a Coffee Machine"

Okay, author's ramblings....This story is part of
a series, but it can still be read by itself.
To read the others, go to 
http://www.geocities.com/epuresimuove/SavageGardenVignetteSeries.html
Actually... that's not much rambling.


Two Beds and a Coffee Machine
By Invisible Sun


Fox Mulder owned his own hotel.  It was a nice one.  Not
too expensive either.  Perfect place to escape something.

That's how Dana Scully-Atashkarian and her two young
children ended up there.  They were escaping something.

Her husband.  Kevin Atashkarian.


The door opened and she quietly entered and went up to the 
counter.  Seeing no one, she rang the little bell.  A man, 
tall, dark-headed, handsome in his own way, came out from 
the back.  She didn't look directly at him.  He looked too
much like her husband, the man she was trying to escape. 
And she didn't want him to see her face.  There were too 
many bruises.

"May I help you?" he asked kindly.

She nodded, "I need a room for a few days.  Two beds, if 
possible."

"Sure thing."  He pulled out the book for her to sign and 
she did so.  He got the keys.  

"It'll be room number 28," he said, handing her the key.

She had forgotten to keep her face hidden and looked at 
him as she took the keys.  Seeing her face, he gasped 
slightly.  She flinched.  She quickly tried to reach the
door before he could say anything.  But he caught up with 
her.  Stopping her, he gently placed his hand on her bruised
cheek.  she shuddered.  Not because he scared her, but because
his touch somehow comforted her.  She couldn't explain it, but
it did.  

"I got to go.  Kids in back,"  she said and then hastily left.


He didn't see her the rest of the day.  Not until that night.
When they both ended up together at the ice dispencer.

"Hey again," he said. 

She looked at him, "Hey."

"Look, I'm sorry for eariler.  I didn't mean to make you 
nervous," he said quietly.  

"No, it's okay.  To be honest, you're the first kind face 
I've seen in a while."

He smiled.  

"Mommy!" a little voice rang out.  

She turned toward the voice, "Alex, I thought I told you
to go to bed."

The little girl, looked down at the ground, "I woke up and 
I didn't see you... I thought something happened."

Scully bent down toward her daughter and hugged her, "I'm 
sorry.  I shouldn't have left you two alone.  I'm sorry."

Alex looked over her mommy's shoulder, "Who's that?"
She pointed to Mulder.  Scully looked at her daughter,
"Well, why don't you ask him?"

The little girl walked cautiously up to him. 

"Hi.  I'm Alex.  What's your name?"

Mulder smiled and bent down to her eye level.

"My name is Fox Mulder."

The little girl grinned, "Fox?"

Fox smiled as well.  So did Scully.  Watching him and her
daugher made her wonder why she didn't chose a better man
to be the father of her children.  But, then, if she 
didn't meet Kevin, she wouldn't have Alex or her little
son, Daniel.  Fox and Alex traded a few more words and then
Fox stood up.

"I think I better go now.  Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?"

Scully nodded.  She hoped they did, too.


The next day, they did meet up again and they talked some 
more.  He discovered why she was running.  He wanted to 
help her but she refused.  She didn't tell him why.  He
also knew that today would be the last day he would see
her.


He walked out of the main office and headed toward her room.

She wasn't there.  All that was left was a solitary teddy bear.
He picked it up, a tear coming to his eye.  He prayed that they
would be all right.

The end

Feedback? invisible_sun@hotmail.com

More author's notes:  I got this idea from a poster at the 
savagefan.com messageboard.  I read the idea and I liked it,
so.....