From jtooms@juno.com Sat Sep 28 21:04:36 1996 Return-Path: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Received: from chaos.taylored.com (chaos.taylored.com [206.53.224.58]) by sh1.ro.com (8.7.6/8.6.9) with SMTP id WAA26435 for ; Sat, 28 Sep 1996 22:00:26 -0500 Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 29 Sep 1996 02:16:30 -0000 Delivered-To: x-files-fanfic-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 29 Sep 1996 02:16:28 -0000 Delivered-To: xff-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by uid 1003); 29 Sep 1996 02:15:58 -0000 Received: (qmail-queue invoked from smtpd); 29 Sep 1996 02:15:06 -0000 Received: from x10.boston.juno.com (205.231.101.25) by chaos.taylored.com with SMTP; 29 Sep 1996 02:14:52 -0000 Received: (from jtooms@juno.com) by x10.boston.juno.com (queuemail) id WAD20358; Sat, 28 Sep 1996 22:13:50 EDT To: x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Date: Sat, 28 Sep 1996 18:04:36 PST Subject: An X-Files X-mas 1/1 Message-ID: <19960928.181012.3262.5.JTooms@juno.com> X-Mailer: Juno 1.00 X-Juno-Line-Breaks: 5-14,17-20,23-24,26-27,29-30,33-34,36-39,41-44, 48-51,55-56,59-60,63-64,67-74,77-78,82-85,88-91,94-99,102-105, 110-111,113-114,116-117,120-121,123-124,126-134 From: jtooms@juno.com (Jamie H Malos) Sender: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Precedence: bulk X-UIDL: 092bec54e6032acf2c4f7d5bec40a6ec Okay, I'm finally putting disclaimers on my stories. So here it is.. The X Files' Scully, Mulder, and everyone else on the show that was not created out of my head are Mr. Chris Carter's, and any other writers'. Fox Broadcasting, and Ten-Thirteen Productions also sorta own this too, and as no permission was asked, no copyright infringement or profit is intended. An X-Files X-Mas by Jamie Malos OutThere1@juno.com *Mutant bride* Agent Fox Mulder relaxed on the wooden bench. The tall extravagant Washington Monument was less then ten feet away. He leaned his head up as he stared into the starless sky. "You find the strangest ways to celebrate holidays, Mulder." He looked to his side. His partner Dana Scully was standing by the bench."It's pretty hard when you can't be with your family, so I'm not traditional," he responded. Work was demanding they stay nearby. He had another reason to not respect the government. Scully sat down placing the package between them."Anyway,here's a present,"she said. He picked it up, carefully shaking it. "I don't want anymore aliens, Scully,"he sarcastically warned. It was still true, unfortunately. They weren't taking anything from him ever again... Not her. She was smirking. Mulder opened the package and pulled out a white T-Shirt. On the back she had a message printed. Spooky Idiot on the Loose   "Only you'd DARE get me something like this!"he grinned, pretending to punch her. She was leaning over, laughing. "Didn't you remind me 'spooky' was your name?"she giggled. "Well here's your present, Dana," he said, wanting to confuse her. They only used their first names when something was serious was happening. Mulder pulled a little white box out of his pocket and handed it to her. Scully's laughing had stifled, and she looked puzzled as she accepted it.   Dana stared back at her partner's disorienting look. What did he mean by her name? It wasn't like they were both in a situation to die! She slipped the lid off never laying her eyes off him. He looked down, at her revealed gift. It was a golden cross, with a simple silver chain. She lifted it out, the shiny links on her fingertips feeling awed. Mulder didn't have to be this nice... "I thought you needed another one...."he was explaining."After all your old one has been through."Oh,he probably meant when he'd kept it for her while she'd been abducted. And he thought by aliens! "Thank you,"her voice was surprisingly thin. He tapped the dangling cross and it began spinning. He'd gotten someone to inscribe on the back. It read: D S TN1 DS must mean her initials. And TN1 meant trust no one. Memories she didn't want to think of since it was Christmas came back. Mulder hadn't trusted her before...But she had, and still did. With her life. The cross was still spinning, and suddenly it jumped from her fingers, a glow of light. Now Scully was spinning, circling, in a darkness. She was twisting so violently she felt nausea building up in her throat. She threw out her hands to clutch something. Air filled her palms. Help...me. Dana fervently tried to see. Where was Mulder? What was going on?! Millions of twinkling lights suddenly appeared around her. It formed into a bright blazing cage if light. It was burning her eyes. Help me. And then her eyes adjusted. She saw forms, forms of inhuman beings walking around her. And though she would not believe it, she knew what they were. She let out a soundless scream. "Help me!" "Scully!! Scully what's wrong?" She was back sitting on the bench. A chill wind was blowing around her, but she wasn't trembling from the cold. Her partner's face was convulsed with worry. "I-I don't know, Mulder. I must be sick,"she responded. He handed back the necklace she'd dropped."I don't want you getting sick on Christmas Eve,"he quietly said. A family walked by, enjoying the night."It's not like we're with a group of people,"he added."Our sisters are gone, our dads are dead, and Skinner won't let us see our mothers. I've only got you, Scully."his voice was solemn. She inhaled deeply, feeling better. It had just been a vision.….Right? "Mulder, at least we're celebrating Christmas." His tone had lightened, and he no longer looked worried."Then where's Santa?" A bell toned, off towards the Smithsonian institutions. A chorus of cheers rose up from the crowd. Mulder said,"Merry Christmas, Scully. And a Happy New Year." "Merry Christmas,"she agreed."And I don't know where Santa is."she grinned, feeling normal. She slipped the new necklace on, cold against her neck. A reflection of white caught her eyes in the gold. She looked up."Mulder..." "I know, Scully. It's snowing." THE END "Would you want to see, If seeing meant that you would have to believe?" -Joan Osborne, 'One of Us'