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>From tara@unm.edu Mon Sep 12 08:25:54 MDT 1994
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Article: 352 of alt.tv.x-files.creative
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From: tara@unm.edu (Tara O'Shea)
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Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
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Subject: Clouds
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Date: 11 Sep 1994 22:05:30 -0600
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Organization: University of New Mexico, Albuquerque
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Lines: 102
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Message-ID: <350k2a$7fo@hydra.unm.edu>
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NNTP-Posting-Host: hydra.unm.edu
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This was written by a friend of a friend, who does not have an email
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account. I can forward all comments to her, tho.
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Tara
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Clouds
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by Mary Jane
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Mulder watched as the clouds rolled into place. There were
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dark, forboding clouds; white, fluffy clouds; smokey, grey
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clouds. Since he was a child, Mulder loved the rain, especially
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the smell of rain. He heaved a sigh and let the blinds fall back
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against the window. He didn't love the rain this time. The
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emptiness flowed through him and filled him. It had been a month
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since the X-Files were disbanded... a very depressing month. He
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hadn't seen Scully since they cleaned out their office and he
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missed her dreadfully.
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He sat on the windowsill and watched the rain hit the ground
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outside. After a restless moment he lifted the phone out of his
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lap and looked at it intently, almost as if he expected the
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number to dial itself. Mulder hesitated for a moment and then
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dialed. Ring... ri...
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"Hello?"
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He was shocked that there was an answer. It had been so
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long since anyone picked up that line that he hadn't really
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expected anyone to this time.
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"Hello?"
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"S-scully?" he asked shakily.
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"Yes. Who...? Mulder?"
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"Yeah, it's me." There was a long silence as they both
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waited for the other to say something. Mulder finally took the
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bull by the horns and spoke. "It's good to hear your voice." He
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mentally kicked himself. Good one, Mulder... keep it up and she
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might even hang up on you.
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"It's been a while, hasn't it?" she asked rhetorically.
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"How have you been?"
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"Busy. Skinner hasn't let me have a minute to breathe.
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How're you holding up?"
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"Oh you know me. I'm always busy." She answered far too
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quickly. She fidgeted for a moment, knowing what was about to
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come.
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"Bullshit. I know you better than that. Come on, Dana,
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spill." Mulder knew that after they had been separated, Scully
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had been assigned to push papers for the forensics department.
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She hated to be stuck behind a desk instead of getting her hands
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dirty, so to speak.
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"I'm fine, really."
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"Who are you trying to kid? I've seen your psyche profile,
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Scully. You're not fine. You're stuck in a job you hate. Your
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nightmares are getting worse. And to top it off, you haven't
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returned any of my calls. That isn't like you. Can we meet
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somewhere and talk?" he asked hopefully. Mulder didn't want to
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be alone on this bleak Sunday afternoon and he knew that Scully
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probably could use some friendly company.
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"Oh, alright. But I'm warning you, I'm probably not very
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good company right now," she said.
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"That's okay. Where do you want to meet?"
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"You pick."
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"How about The Park?"
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"Okay. I'll see you in an hour." She hung up before he
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could say anything else. He stared at the phone for a minute and
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then clicked it off.
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Scully was sitting on a bench by the water, watching the
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patterns the rain made. She didn't see Mulder walk up and was a
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little surprised when he sat down next to her.
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"Hi," he said quietly.
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"Hi, yourself." They sat in silence watching the rain. She
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was glad she agreed to meet him. His presence filled her with a
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feeling of security and comfort.
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"God I've missed you," she whispered. Her eyes filled with
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tears. Mulder put his arm around her shoulder.
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"I've missed you too." Mulder pulled a thermos out of his
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briefcase and poured them each a cup of coffee. She took a sip
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and leaned against him. She wondered why she had ignored his
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calls for so long. She kept all the messages he had left on her
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machine and played them back whenever she was down. These days,
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that was more often than not.
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"Penny for your thoughts," he said softly.
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"I was just thinking about all the cases we worked on and
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how much I miss it. Do you think you'll get the X-Files back?"
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He wanted to tell her yes, but he couldn't bring himself to
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be so optimistic. "I don't know. But if I do, you'll be the
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first to know, partner." He was thoughtful for a moment. "Hey,
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Dana?"
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"Yeah?"
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"Do you think we could do this more often?"
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"I'd like that." They sat in silence on the bench just
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drawing strength from each other. The clouds parted slightly and
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the park was bathed in a single ray of light.
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The End
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--
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* tara@hydra.unm.edu * Lady Johanna Constantine * or just plain Tara *
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* "I don't believe in vampires." *
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* "Well, too bad. 'Cause they believe in YOU." *
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* Disclaimer: I dare somebody at unm to read what I've read. I dare em :P *
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