DISCLAIMER: The characters in this piece of fiction that are
recognizable from Chris Carter's insane piece of work known as
the X-Files belong to him, his company Ten-Thirteen Productions
and Fox Broadcasting. Anything else, characters, situations or
otherwise, belong to this very insane author.
RATING: PG13
CLASSIFICATION: S
KEYWORDS: Pre-XF, Mulder/Scully UST
SPOILERS: Travellers, if only for that damned ring...
FEEDBACK: always welcome at dmulder@flashmail.com
ARCHIVE: Anywhere's fine... Gossamer, Xemplary, Ephemeral,
yeah... whatever... *grin*
SUMMARY: In January 1989, a man and a woman meet, exchange
stories, and a ring.
**********************
Remember Me
(Part 1 of 1)
By: Diana Alexander
dmulder@flashmail.com
**********************
The conference center was crammed full of people trading stories
about psychic experiences, results of tarot readings, fortune
telling, and the sound of people bargaining over the objects
that form the center of the New Age phenomena. Melissa Scully
had wandered over to the booth selling tarot cards, leaving her
sister Dana standing confused in the middle of it all.
Dana sighed and muttered to herself, "I don't know why I agreed
to come to this New Age conference with Melissa. She knows that
I don't agree with her fascination with crystals and the like,
but she claimed that it was important that I go with her to pick
up another deck of tarot cards. She said something about it
being written in the stars."
With a sigh, she looked around at the room, which happened to be
done in a astrological pattern. There were even fake stars
pasted on the ceiling. Dana snorted, running her hands through
her shoulder-length red hair. "I could be studying now. I have
a physics test on Monday, and I really don't feel like flunking
it..."
Suddenly, she felt a sudden urge to look from where she was
studying the ridiculous ceiling patterning, and she didn't fight
it much. That was when Dana found her eyes meeting a pair of
hazel eyes and locking. She couldn't look away... the man was
tall, good-looking in an unusual sort of way, and most
importantly of all, he looked so lost.
It was that expression that drew her across the room before she
even realized she was moving. He smiled down at her uneasily,
"Hello."
"Hello, yourself. You seem to be out of place here."
"Oh, is it that obvious?" the man laughed self-consciously.
"Not unless you're talking to someone whose in the same
situation. It's kind of loud in here," Dana gestured to the
yelling and screaming. "Wanna slip to that cafe outside the
conference center and talk for a while, or are you waiting for
someone?"
Dana couldn't understand why she felt so instantly comfortable
with this guy, but didn't question it... yet. No doubt she'd
question herself to death later, but right now, it really didn't
seem all that important.
The man smiled at her, "Sure, I don't see why not. What's the
point in staying in here after all?"
"Precisely," Dana grinned and turned to walk out the exit when
she felt a sudden pressure at the small of her back, and she
turned to face him again with an eyebrow arched into the thick
mass of her hair.
"Hey, go with it..."
Dana just shook her head, laughed, and made her way out of the
conference center, reminding herself not to stay away long
enough for Melissa to wonder what the hell happened to her, and
possibly see her with this guy.
**********************
Fox Mulder sat back in the chair and sipped at the glass of iced
tea the waitress had just delivered, and listened to his
companion talk.
"I don't know why I'm here, anyway. My sister dragged me out
here with her. She said I needed a break from studying or
something."
"You're a student?"
"A graduate student," she amended.
"Oh? What's your field?"
"Med right now, but I plan to go into forensic science."
"Oh, so you like cutting up people, then?" Mulder made a gesture
with his knife, and she laughed.
"Did I say that?" the woman across the table from him gave him
such an innocent look that he couldn't help but laugh. Nobody
in their right mind would believe that she was innocent.
"You didn't have to."
"So, what about you?" she propped her elbow on the table and her
chin on her hand. "What brings you to this place today?"
"I was lonely," he found himself admitting. There was some
safety in the anonymity, and so he found himself telling her
everything. "I didn't know what else to do, so I just started
driving. I found myself here."
"What else happened?" the woman asked as though she knew that
he was about to tell her something, which he was. Mulder had
to wonder about that; if she did know what he was going to say,
then she wouldn't be as out of place at that conference as she
seemed to think.
"Well..." his voice trailed off, and her eyes pinned him with
dual blue laser beams, and he just sat there for a moment before
continuing, shakily, "There was a woman I was involved with in
college... she hurt me badly, and let's just say that I've been
wary of being around women ever since. I'm surprised I've opened
up to you."
She smiled at him understandingly before reaching inside her
purse, pulling out a black velvet case, and sliding it across
the table to him. With a confused look, he picked it up and
opened it. On a bed of velvet sat a man's wedding ring, and he
looked at her with an amused expression, "Isn't this sort of
rushed? I mean, we don't even know each others names."
"What? You don't believe in love at first sight?" the woman
asked him in a teasing voice as he slid on the ring to see if it
fit. Surprisingly, it was a perfect fit. He had noticed an
inscription on the inside that he planned to explore once out of
the woman's presence.
"What if I did?" he grinned, and she returned it.
"I just thought that the ring would help keep those unwanted
women away," she responded with a smile.
"Tell me, enigmatic woman, why do you keep a man's wedding band
at the bottom of your purse? Hoping to snag some poor helpless
male who is unable to resist you?"
"Actually, it was a ring I got for my past boyfriend," she said
with an embarrassed flush to her cheeks. "I really thought I was
going to marry him, until he left me for my best friend. I kept
this ring kinda tucked away in the bottom of my purse for some
reason."
"Oh, so this is so you don't have to be reminded of Mr. Wrong??"
he teased lightly.
"No, no, I just thought you could use it. You do look awfully
lost, you know."
"And you are awfully blunt."
"If I was awfully blunt, then I would have told you this before
I even said hello."
They laughed, and he shook his head, one lock of dark brown hair
falling into his eyes again, "You do have a point. I assume you
know someone who is that blunt?"
"Yeah, a friend of mine..." her lips curved up into a smirk.
"She's like a weather phenomenon. She blows in, tears your life
to shreds and blows out again."
"Sounds like people I've known in the past," Mulder smiled, and
the woman laughed.
"Oh, I doubt it. She's unlike anyone you will ever meet."
"That unique?"
"Oh, she's definitely one of a kind," she commented, draining
the glass of iced tea she had been drinking, then she glanced at
her watch. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but I need to be getting
back. My sister worries."
"That's all right. It's been a joy talking to you," Mulder
smiled as he watched her rise, and shake her hair out of her
face.
"Same here." She extended a delicate hand to him and he shook
it, then without thinking about it, he raised it to his lips and
placed a tender kiss on the backside of her hand. When he
pulled away, both of them had a surprised expression on their
faces, and something akin to regret.
While he watched her walk away, Fox Mulder had the unshakable
feeling that they would meet again someday. That thought ran
through his mind as he slid on his glasses to see the
inscription on the ring the mysterious woman had given him.
"Remember Me..." --DKS
He smiled, "Oh, I will... I most certainly will."
With that, he rose and headed for the exit to the building to
see the sun shining in his face for the first time in a long
time.
**********************
-End-
recognizable from Chris Carter's insane piece of work known as
the X-Files belong to him, his company Ten-Thirteen Productions
and Fox Broadcasting. Anything else, characters, situations or
otherwise, belong to this very insane author.
RATING: PG13
CLASSIFICATION: S
KEYWORDS: Pre-XF, Mulder/Scully UST
SPOILERS: Travellers, if only for that damned ring...
FEEDBACK: always welcome at dmulder@flashmail.com
ARCHIVE: Anywhere's fine... Gossamer, Xemplary, Ephemeral,
yeah... whatever... *grin*
SUMMARY: In January 1989, a man and a woman meet, exchange
stories, and a ring.
**********************
Remember Me
(Part 1 of 1)
By: Diana Alexander
dmulder@flashmail.com
**********************
The conference center was crammed full of people trading stories
about psychic experiences, results of tarot readings, fortune
telling, and the sound of people bargaining over the objects
that form the center of the New Age phenomena. Melissa Scully
had wandered over to the booth selling tarot cards, leaving her
sister Dana standing confused in the middle of it all.
Dana sighed and muttered to herself, "I don't know why I agreed
to come to this New Age conference with Melissa. She knows that
I don't agree with her fascination with crystals and the like,
but she claimed that it was important that I go with her to pick
up another deck of tarot cards. She said something about it
being written in the stars."
With a sigh, she looked around at the room, which happened to be
done in a astrological pattern. There were even fake stars
pasted on the ceiling. Dana snorted, running her hands through
her shoulder-length red hair. "I could be studying now. I have
a physics test on Monday, and I really don't feel like flunking
it..."
Suddenly, she felt a sudden urge to look from where she was
studying the ridiculous ceiling patterning, and she didn't fight
it much. That was when Dana found her eyes meeting a pair of
hazel eyes and locking. She couldn't look away... the man was
tall, good-looking in an unusual sort of way, and most
importantly of all, he looked so lost.
It was that expression that drew her across the room before she
even realized she was moving. He smiled down at her uneasily,
"Hello."
"Hello, yourself. You seem to be out of place here."
"Oh, is it that obvious?" the man laughed self-consciously.
"Not unless you're talking to someone whose in the same
situation. It's kind of loud in here," Dana gestured to the
yelling and screaming. "Wanna slip to that cafe outside the
conference center and talk for a while, or are you waiting for
someone?"
Dana couldn't understand why she felt so instantly comfortable
with this guy, but didn't question it... yet. No doubt she'd
question herself to death later, but right now, it really didn't
seem all that important.
The man smiled at her, "Sure, I don't see why not. What's the
point in staying in here after all?"
"Precisely," Dana grinned and turned to walk out the exit when
she felt a sudden pressure at the small of her back, and she
turned to face him again with an eyebrow arched into the thick
mass of her hair.
"Hey, go with it..."
Dana just shook her head, laughed, and made her way out of the
conference center, reminding herself not to stay away long
enough for Melissa to wonder what the hell happened to her, and
possibly see her with this guy.
**********************
Fox Mulder sat back in the chair and sipped at the glass of iced
tea the waitress had just delivered, and listened to his
companion talk.
"I don't know why I'm here, anyway. My sister dragged me out
here with her. She said I needed a break from studying or
something."
"You're a student?"
"A graduate student," she amended.
"Oh? What's your field?"
"Med right now, but I plan to go into forensic science."
"Oh, so you like cutting up people, then?" Mulder made a gesture
with his knife, and she laughed.
"Did I say that?" the woman across the table from him gave him
such an innocent look that he couldn't help but laugh. Nobody
in their right mind would believe that she was innocent.
"You didn't have to."
"So, what about you?" she propped her elbow on the table and her
chin on her hand. "What brings you to this place today?"
"I was lonely," he found himself admitting. There was some
safety in the anonymity, and so he found himself telling her
everything. "I didn't know what else to do, so I just started
driving. I found myself here."
"What else happened?" the woman asked as though she knew that
he was about to tell her something, which he was. Mulder had
to wonder about that; if she did know what he was going to say,
then she wouldn't be as out of place at that conference as she
seemed to think.
"Well..." his voice trailed off, and her eyes pinned him with
dual blue laser beams, and he just sat there for a moment before
continuing, shakily, "There was a woman I was involved with in
college... she hurt me badly, and let's just say that I've been
wary of being around women ever since. I'm surprised I've opened
up to you."
She smiled at him understandingly before reaching inside her
purse, pulling out a black velvet case, and sliding it across
the table to him. With a confused look, he picked it up and
opened it. On a bed of velvet sat a man's wedding ring, and he
looked at her with an amused expression, "Isn't this sort of
rushed? I mean, we don't even know each others names."
"What? You don't believe in love at first sight?" the woman
asked him in a teasing voice as he slid on the ring to see if it
fit. Surprisingly, it was a perfect fit. He had noticed an
inscription on the inside that he planned to explore once out of
the woman's presence.
"What if I did?" he grinned, and she returned it.
"I just thought that the ring would help keep those unwanted
women away," she responded with a smile.
"Tell me, enigmatic woman, why do you keep a man's wedding band
at the bottom of your purse? Hoping to snag some poor helpless
male who is unable to resist you?"
"Actually, it was a ring I got for my past boyfriend," she said
with an embarrassed flush to her cheeks. "I really thought I was
going to marry him, until he left me for my best friend. I kept
this ring kinda tucked away in the bottom of my purse for some
reason."
"Oh, so this is so you don't have to be reminded of Mr. Wrong??"
he teased lightly.
"No, no, I just thought you could use it. You do look awfully
lost, you know."
"And you are awfully blunt."
"If I was awfully blunt, then I would have told you this before
I even said hello."
They laughed, and he shook his head, one lock of dark brown hair
falling into his eyes again, "You do have a point. I assume you
know someone who is that blunt?"
"Yeah, a friend of mine..." her lips curved up into a smirk.
"She's like a weather phenomenon. She blows in, tears your life
to shreds and blows out again."
"Sounds like people I've known in the past," Mulder smiled, and
the woman laughed.
"Oh, I doubt it. She's unlike anyone you will ever meet."
"That unique?"
"Oh, she's definitely one of a kind," she commented, draining
the glass of iced tea she had been drinking, then she glanced at
her watch. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but I need to be getting
back. My sister worries."
"That's all right. It's been a joy talking to you," Mulder
smiled as he watched her rise, and shake her hair out of her
face.
"Same here." She extended a delicate hand to him and he shook
it, then without thinking about it, he raised it to his lips and
placed a tender kiss on the backside of her hand. When he
pulled away, both of them had a surprised expression on their
faces, and something akin to regret.
While he watched her walk away, Fox Mulder had the unshakable
feeling that they would meet again someday. That thought ran
through his mind as he slid on his glasses to see the
inscription on the ring the mysterious woman had given him.
"Remember Me..." --DKS
He smiled, "Oh, I will... I most certainly will."
With that, he rose and headed for the exit to the building to
see the sun shining in his face for the first time in a long
time.
**********************
-End-