Author: Alanna diAblo
Rating: PG
Summary: Scully goes to church and Mulder shows up. A crazy priest see's it all and his sermon is strangely related..
Author's note: K, i actually thought of this in church. My priest is really hyper, and so are his sermons (he ALWAYS gets lost or hurt, and relates God to this, don't ask me how.) Also, isn't it weird when the priests are talking about how we should act and it relates directly to YOU?! They also have this mysterous tendency to look right at you when they do this...anyways I saw the perfect opertunity for some serious UST and maybe RST. Anyways if u DO read these things your probably wondering when im gunna start my story and it's soon so hang on with me for like another sec k? IM LOOKING FOR A BETA READER!! WRITE A REVEIW IF YOUR INTERESTED AND ILL GET BACK TO U IF U LEAVE AND EMAIL ADDY!!! ok here ya go...and sorry about the bad spelling!!
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Usually, I don't go to church anymore. It's not like I've had a lot of help from God lately. But when Mulder was gone, I felt a yearning to lean on faith. Even though he's back, I feel the need to keep the routine. It give me an outlit for my confusing thoughts.
I'm the kind of person who sticks to a schedual. Although I've had to be more flexable since joining the X-files, and therefore Mulder's crusade. I still have that strict streak in my personality. I can't help it, I love order and discipline, my adreniliene pumps when im sticking to a tight schedual.
I enter the church a little early for the nine thirty mass. The candles on the altar are not yet lit, and it's a little dark. The musty smell enters my nostrills and I exhale deeply, taking in it's old and familliar smell. My heals clicking softly as I walk down the center aisle to find a pew. Insinctivley I drift to my left and take my hand onto the smooth cool wood. Dropping to one knee, then entering the seat. A ritual I've had since before I can remember. My right hand does the sighn of the cross, and I paintently wait.
There are a few old ladies who I smile at then turn my head to see who else is here. Two altar boys are attempting to flirt with a group of girls sitting in the back, who, in return, are ignoring them sompleatly. 'Ice queen, the next generation' I mutter under my breath, then chuckle to myself quietly.
The dim lighting slowly turns up untill it's a little to bright. The altar boys immediatly walk twoards the altar and begin to light the candles. Hearing an awe, I turn my head to the right and see the old ladies gasping, as if the light is a miracle of some kind. As soon as the light turns on it seems, that tons of people begin to file in.
On organ begins to play and people quickley dash twoards the nearest peu. The church is filling up rather quickley today. More then one family is sharing seats with one another, but I'm still all alone. Which, due to all of the people who are cramming in the place, is even stranger. There is absolutly no one except me sitting in this peu.
The croud dies down, but a few straglers are still comming in. I turn around and face my attention to the altar, where the preist and altar boys and the whole prosession will soon walk to.
I'm dressed rather casual for church. Or it just seems casual to me due to working almost 24/7. A light blue, almost purple cartigan dones my shoulder's and some navy blue khaki's that are starting to rip that I've had since college, and of course, my cross. That poor necklace has been through so much these past few years...
Suddenly, I feel a pressence behind me. Taller and I feel as if I know them somehow. I glance out of the corner of my eye. "Mul-" I begin, but as the same time as I speak the organ starts up and the procession to the altar begins. Thus, my voice is drowned out.
As soon as the Hymn is over and we are asked to be seated, I immedietly spin to my right and face Mulder. I have no clue why he is here. "Mulder-" I whisper, but not very softly. "Mulder, what are you doing here?" I ask. I'm really starting to wonder.
Oh damn! Now he's giving me that *look*. He's telling me without speaking to me, but he answears as if he never attempted. "What's wrong? Can't I go to church too? Aren't churches supposed to be sauntuaries Scully?" So much for a answear about an X-File, I almost sigh with relief. But I can tell he's not telling me everything.
We stand again, and I use his attention to the altar as an advantage to take a *closer* look at him. He's in his work pants, but they seem older. He's wearing a black sweater with a turtle neck, and from the hem of his grey shirt poking out at the bottom, I can tell it's probably a little bit tight. A birthday present from his mother?
I'm not even paying close attention anymore. I know the whole mass by heart and follow the motions and words without a seccond thought. When the parish replys to the preist, I can see Mulder lipping somthing, but I can't hear what. Un-intentionaly, I lean into him and listen to what he's saying. Nothing. I should have figured he wouldn't know the words to any prayers. But now I'm only a few centimeters from his chest, that was NOT a good move.
He drops his head so he's nearly kissing the top of my head. "What was that about Scully?" He murmers. "Huh? Oh, I wanted to see if you knew what the prayers are." I laugh stupidly. "Well?" He asks as I pull away from him, although not by much. "Well what Mulder?" Is my reply as I turn and face the altar. "Did I say them right?" What is he implying here? "Mulder, you didn't say anything-" That came out a little cooler then intended. "Sorry, that-" "Shh, it's ok. It's just that were making a little too much noise here." Again I turn and face the altar. The preist is begining his sermon.
I have always enjoyed listening to his sermons, somehow this particular preist holds my attention more then others. Like me, he is short and a red head, although instead of blue eyes, his are a light brown and kind. He could be Mulder and I's child, but then again he is our age, it wouldn't make sense...I don't like the direction my thoughts are taking. This preist is young, and fairly hyper. He always is getting lost or has interesting adventures at the telivision station where his show is broadcast, yes he had a t.v show..
Today, he is talking about how he fell of a motorcycle in the studio. He said that they always had him doing somthing crazy in the begining of his shows, and this week it happended to be ridding in a motorcycle gang.
"So, I jumped off, but the kick stand was up, and the only thing supporting it was a milk crate. As soon as I jumped off the milk crate, the bike fell on me!!" After this comment, chuckles could be heard throughout the church. Scully heard Mulder snort and saw him cover his mouth with his hand. The idea of a preist having a motorcycle fallign on him was pretty amuesing.
"Little did I know, that because every show had been finnished shooting, that ALL the t.v camera's had been turned onto me, because I guess the idea of a preist on a motorcycle is just not somthing you would see every day. So not just the people in the studio I was in, but in almost EVERY studio in the building came rushing into MY studio so see if I was Ok. When they got the bike off me, my leg was *throbbing*. It hurt *so* much, and I wondered if it was broken. 'Are you OK?' Someone asked me. And do you know what I said? 'IM FINE!' just like that. And i really wasn't."
Mulder gave Scully a little shove. Implying...? "Is anyone here a doctor here?" He asked of the parish. Mulder raised his hand and pointed down at Scully. The spunky preist immeditley saw it and marched over to them, recconizing Scully. "Hello Dana!! How are you today?" He asked her, shaking her hand. Without even an answer he asked: "can you break your leg without knowing it?"
Scully scanned her brain for and answear. "Well, some cases have been recorded in which the victum of a broken bone has experienced an adrennaline rush to save another victum, and therefore not felt the effects and symtoms of a broken bone untill a later time. But in your case I'd diagnose it as just a plain bad bruse, maybe some muscle tissue or even cartilage was brused." There was a round of applause in the parish, Mulder clapping the loudest.
Scully hadn't realized that she had rambled off so. Much to her embarasment, the preist lifted her hand up as if declaring her the winner or a restling match. The preist quickley thanked her, and just before he left to continue his speach he covered the mic on his robes with one hand hand. "Is this your partner at the FBI Dana?" He whispered, jesturing to Mulder. When Scully he nodded, the preist smiled and winked before walking into the center of the isle and continuing.
"So, with my brused leg, maybe even muscle tissue or cartilage damage, I said I was fine. Do you think I was?" "NO!" Said the parish rather loudly. "Well you guesed it! It hurt like a--word I can't say in the church!" Some children laughed. "*Then*, if you think THAT was bad enough, I was told that the shot was all wrong and I had to get on the motorcycle AGAIN. Do you think I wanted too?"
"This was God's test! I needed to do somthing I would rather not do, in fact, just then I wanted to go home and eat a pint of ice cream, but I needed to get back on the bike!" He ran to the altar and knelled down. "I'm going, JESUS!! I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!" Then he ran back down the center isle twoards the door as if he were about to leave. "I want to go!!" He ran back again to the middle of the isle. "But you know what? I *had* to get back on even though I really didn't want to.
" People around me reasured me. 'Don't worry father, it's ok, we'll keep the kickstand on this time, we wont let you be hurt again' they said. And guess what? I trusted them. And guess what? I got back on. And guess what? I was OK. They were doing GOD's work. My lesson for you all this morning is that even though we might no think so, people around us are doing God's work. It doesn't say we are the body of God for no reason in the bible! 'THE LORD IS MY SHEEPARD AND I AM HIS SHEEP!' Not litteraly of course, but we are PATt of God. If we can't trust at least ONE person in this world, how will we live? and THAT my friends is what love is. "
It was very quiet. The preist walked back to the altar and stood behind the huge marble table. He suddenly became very calm and and bowed his head. The parish followd suit, along with Mulder and Scully. Without knowing it, Mulder rested a hand at the small of Scully's back.
PLEASE R/R!! feedback here and/or @ Drk Alanna@aol.com.
THERE IS MORE TO COME THIS IS NOT THE END!!
falmes will be out into the trash can on my desktop adnused to warm my computer.
Rating: PG
Summary: Scully goes to church and Mulder shows up. A crazy priest see's it all and his sermon is strangely related..
Author's note: K, i actually thought of this in church. My priest is really hyper, and so are his sermons (he ALWAYS gets lost or hurt, and relates God to this, don't ask me how.) Also, isn't it weird when the priests are talking about how we should act and it relates directly to YOU?! They also have this mysterous tendency to look right at you when they do this...anyways I saw the perfect opertunity for some serious UST and maybe RST. Anyways if u DO read these things your probably wondering when im gunna start my story and it's soon so hang on with me for like another sec k? IM LOOKING FOR A BETA READER!! WRITE A REVEIW IF YOUR INTERESTED AND ILL GET BACK TO U IF U LEAVE AND EMAIL ADDY!!! ok here ya go...and sorry about the bad spelling!!
~XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX~
Usually, I don't go to church anymore. It's not like I've had a lot of help from God lately. But when Mulder was gone, I felt a yearning to lean on faith. Even though he's back, I feel the need to keep the routine. It give me an outlit for my confusing thoughts.
I'm the kind of person who sticks to a schedual. Although I've had to be more flexable since joining the X-files, and therefore Mulder's crusade. I still have that strict streak in my personality. I can't help it, I love order and discipline, my adreniliene pumps when im sticking to a tight schedual.
I enter the church a little early for the nine thirty mass. The candles on the altar are not yet lit, and it's a little dark. The musty smell enters my nostrills and I exhale deeply, taking in it's old and familliar smell. My heals clicking softly as I walk down the center aisle to find a pew. Insinctivley I drift to my left and take my hand onto the smooth cool wood. Dropping to one knee, then entering the seat. A ritual I've had since before I can remember. My right hand does the sighn of the cross, and I paintently wait.
There are a few old ladies who I smile at then turn my head to see who else is here. Two altar boys are attempting to flirt with a group of girls sitting in the back, who, in return, are ignoring them sompleatly. 'Ice queen, the next generation' I mutter under my breath, then chuckle to myself quietly.
The dim lighting slowly turns up untill it's a little to bright. The altar boys immediatly walk twoards the altar and begin to light the candles. Hearing an awe, I turn my head to the right and see the old ladies gasping, as if the light is a miracle of some kind. As soon as the light turns on it seems, that tons of people begin to file in.
On organ begins to play and people quickley dash twoards the nearest peu. The church is filling up rather quickley today. More then one family is sharing seats with one another, but I'm still all alone. Which, due to all of the people who are cramming in the place, is even stranger. There is absolutly no one except me sitting in this peu.
The croud dies down, but a few straglers are still comming in. I turn around and face my attention to the altar, where the preist and altar boys and the whole prosession will soon walk to.
I'm dressed rather casual for church. Or it just seems casual to me due to working almost 24/7. A light blue, almost purple cartigan dones my shoulder's and some navy blue khaki's that are starting to rip that I've had since college, and of course, my cross. That poor necklace has been through so much these past few years...
Suddenly, I feel a pressence behind me. Taller and I feel as if I know them somehow. I glance out of the corner of my eye. "Mul-" I begin, but as the same time as I speak the organ starts up and the procession to the altar begins. Thus, my voice is drowned out.
As soon as the Hymn is over and we are asked to be seated, I immedietly spin to my right and face Mulder. I have no clue why he is here. "Mulder-" I whisper, but not very softly. "Mulder, what are you doing here?" I ask. I'm really starting to wonder.
Oh damn! Now he's giving me that *look*. He's telling me without speaking to me, but he answears as if he never attempted. "What's wrong? Can't I go to church too? Aren't churches supposed to be sauntuaries Scully?" So much for a answear about an X-File, I almost sigh with relief. But I can tell he's not telling me everything.
We stand again, and I use his attention to the altar as an advantage to take a *closer* look at him. He's in his work pants, but they seem older. He's wearing a black sweater with a turtle neck, and from the hem of his grey shirt poking out at the bottom, I can tell it's probably a little bit tight. A birthday present from his mother?
I'm not even paying close attention anymore. I know the whole mass by heart and follow the motions and words without a seccond thought. When the parish replys to the preist, I can see Mulder lipping somthing, but I can't hear what. Un-intentionaly, I lean into him and listen to what he's saying. Nothing. I should have figured he wouldn't know the words to any prayers. But now I'm only a few centimeters from his chest, that was NOT a good move.
He drops his head so he's nearly kissing the top of my head. "What was that about Scully?" He murmers. "Huh? Oh, I wanted to see if you knew what the prayers are." I laugh stupidly. "Well?" He asks as I pull away from him, although not by much. "Well what Mulder?" Is my reply as I turn and face the altar. "Did I say them right?" What is he implying here? "Mulder, you didn't say anything-" That came out a little cooler then intended. "Sorry, that-" "Shh, it's ok. It's just that were making a little too much noise here." Again I turn and face the altar. The preist is begining his sermon.
I have always enjoyed listening to his sermons, somehow this particular preist holds my attention more then others. Like me, he is short and a red head, although instead of blue eyes, his are a light brown and kind. He could be Mulder and I's child, but then again he is our age, it wouldn't make sense...I don't like the direction my thoughts are taking. This preist is young, and fairly hyper. He always is getting lost or has interesting adventures at the telivision station where his show is broadcast, yes he had a t.v show..
Today, he is talking about how he fell of a motorcycle in the studio. He said that they always had him doing somthing crazy in the begining of his shows, and this week it happended to be ridding in a motorcycle gang.
"So, I jumped off, but the kick stand was up, and the only thing supporting it was a milk crate. As soon as I jumped off the milk crate, the bike fell on me!!" After this comment, chuckles could be heard throughout the church. Scully heard Mulder snort and saw him cover his mouth with his hand. The idea of a preist having a motorcycle fallign on him was pretty amuesing.
"Little did I know, that because every show had been finnished shooting, that ALL the t.v camera's had been turned onto me, because I guess the idea of a preist on a motorcycle is just not somthing you would see every day. So not just the people in the studio I was in, but in almost EVERY studio in the building came rushing into MY studio so see if I was Ok. When they got the bike off me, my leg was *throbbing*. It hurt *so* much, and I wondered if it was broken. 'Are you OK?' Someone asked me. And do you know what I said? 'IM FINE!' just like that. And i really wasn't."
Mulder gave Scully a little shove. Implying...? "Is anyone here a doctor here?" He asked of the parish. Mulder raised his hand and pointed down at Scully. The spunky preist immeditley saw it and marched over to them, recconizing Scully. "Hello Dana!! How are you today?" He asked her, shaking her hand. Without even an answer he asked: "can you break your leg without knowing it?"
Scully scanned her brain for and answear. "Well, some cases have been recorded in which the victum of a broken bone has experienced an adrennaline rush to save another victum, and therefore not felt the effects and symtoms of a broken bone untill a later time. But in your case I'd diagnose it as just a plain bad bruse, maybe some muscle tissue or even cartilage was brused." There was a round of applause in the parish, Mulder clapping the loudest.
Scully hadn't realized that she had rambled off so. Much to her embarasment, the preist lifted her hand up as if declaring her the winner or a restling match. The preist quickley thanked her, and just before he left to continue his speach he covered the mic on his robes with one hand hand. "Is this your partner at the FBI Dana?" He whispered, jesturing to Mulder. When Scully he nodded, the preist smiled and winked before walking into the center of the isle and continuing.
"So, with my brused leg, maybe even muscle tissue or cartilage damage, I said I was fine. Do you think I was?" "NO!" Said the parish rather loudly. "Well you guesed it! It hurt like a--word I can't say in the church!" Some children laughed. "*Then*, if you think THAT was bad enough, I was told that the shot was all wrong and I had to get on the motorcycle AGAIN. Do you think I wanted too?"
"This was God's test! I needed to do somthing I would rather not do, in fact, just then I wanted to go home and eat a pint of ice cream, but I needed to get back on the bike!" He ran to the altar and knelled down. "I'm going, JESUS!! I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!" Then he ran back down the center isle twoards the door as if he were about to leave. "I want to go!!" He ran back again to the middle of the isle. "But you know what? I *had* to get back on even though I really didn't want to.
" People around me reasured me. 'Don't worry father, it's ok, we'll keep the kickstand on this time, we wont let you be hurt again' they said. And guess what? I trusted them. And guess what? I got back on. And guess what? I was OK. They were doing GOD's work. My lesson for you all this morning is that even though we might no think so, people around us are doing God's work. It doesn't say we are the body of God for no reason in the bible! 'THE LORD IS MY SHEEPARD AND I AM HIS SHEEP!' Not litteraly of course, but we are PATt of God. If we can't trust at least ONE person in this world, how will we live? and THAT my friends is what love is. "
It was very quiet. The preist walked back to the altar and stood behind the huge marble table. He suddenly became very calm and and bowed his head. The parish followd suit, along with Mulder and Scully. Without knowing it, Mulder rested a hand at the small of Scully's back.
PLEASE R/R!! feedback here and/or @ Drk Alanna@aol.com.
THERE IS MORE TO COME THIS IS NOT THE END!!
falmes will be out into the trash can on my desktop adnused to warm my computer.