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