A Christmas Picture
AUTHOR: Anika
MAIL:
sleeplessdreamer42@homail.com
CATEGORY: MSR, Charlie POV/
Scully POV
SPOILERS: 'How the ghosts stole
Christmas', I suppose.
FEEDBACK: Yes, please!
DISCLAIMER: Nothing in here
belongs to me.
NOTES: I was inspired to write
this little Christmas thing and I
have never written Christmas stuff,
so I thought why not! Anyway,
Christmas is almost over so I had
to hurry writing. It might show in
the story...it is pretty short and
nothing special but I would
appreciate feedback anyway!
'A Picture'
Being the youngest of the family is
always horrible even if you are just
as grown up as all the others. I still
feel like the little boy who ran after
his big brother, and sister, for that
matter. Since I haven't since most
of my family in such a long time,
they were all more than just
interested in me. Bill wasn't such a
help. He just stood there with what
he calls a smile, mom is just happy
I am here and my sisters, sorry
sister, are not here yet. I know that
Melissa is dead. At Christmas
though, I feel like she just hasn't
arrived yet. Christmas without
Melissa is even less imaginable for
me than without my father. I miss
both of them.
Dana is late. Usually, I am the one
who is late. Well, usually I am the
one who isn't even able to attend
Christmas. This year though, I had
finally managed. No the person I
want to see the most isn't even
there. I and Dana had been kind of
close. We were only one year apart
in age and so we had often been
stuck with each other. Dana knows
more about me than everybody
else. Even now, where we hardly
ever see each other. She is a
wonderful listener. She listens
much better than she talks. I
always tried to make her tell me
things, but she wouldn't. I wonder
if she talks with this Mulder-guy
I've been hearing so much about. I
have never met him but I trust
Dana's heart.
******
I am late for Christmas. I know
Bill will give me his killer-look,
mom will just smile probably
because she thinks me and Mulder
finally hooked up. I don't know
what's with my mother and
Mulder. There is something
between them. I had always
thought my mother would like him
about as much as Bill likes him,
that she was just more polite about
it. I was wrong. She seems to like
him almost like one of the own
children. I love her even more for
that. I just wish I could make
Mulder see that too. She invites
him over for Christmas every time
but I could never make him come
with me. He is just too stubborn. I
miss him already.
Mulder is part of the reason why I
am late. Actually, the IS the reason
why I am late. We had this very
weird case that I don't want to
think about because it still creeps
me out but afterwards we
exchanged gifts. We both didn't get
each other big things, but it was
great. I know I should have left
right then but I couldn't. I felt so at
ease with Mulder sitting next to
me. We ate pizza, not very
Christmassy food, but with Mulder
I expect everything. Still, I think it
was one of my best Christmas
dinners ever. Anyway, I could have
left then. But Mulder made me
stay...with Oreos. I love Oreos. I
don't even think he knew that.
Afterwards though, I think I
destroyed the whole evening: I had
finally decided to leave and he led
me to the door. He looked at me
like a teenager in love and I think I
returned that look because I felt
just like a teeny in love but when
he leaned just the tiniest bit
forward, I said goodbye and left.
Now I am almost at my mom's,
about two hours late and all I can
think of is turning around and
make it right.
******
The guests decided not to wait for
Dana anymore and finally get to
the presents. The children were
getting anxious already. I must
admit that presents were always
my favorite at Christmas. That was
one of the rare times when being
the youngest came in handy
because as the youngest you
usually get the most presents. At
least in my family. Unfortunately, I
am not the youngest anymore.
There are so many little ones
running around now, I wonder if at
least on of these gifts is for me.
"I didn't really know what to get
you and your brother and sister
weren't really a help." Tara tells me
and offers me a quite big box.
"Thanks. I am happy with
anything." I assure her and she
even smiles. Sometimes I wonder
how someone like Bill could find
such a nice woman. I am too much
a child to unwrap it slowly. I rip
the paper away and I am stunned
when I see what my sister-in-law
got me.
"Oh my god, Tara, this is too
much!"
"Oh, don't think it's a new one. I
still had it from my Christmas
party at work, I won it. So don't be
flattered too much." She says.
"Still, it is great." I kiss her on the
cheek and look at my new camera.
If Tara only knew how long I
wanted a new camera. I just never
had enough money left to buy me
one. I put it out of the packet and
make my first photo. I feel like a
little child. Well, it's Christmas so
who cares?
******
I finally arrive at my mom's. I feel
stupid arriving so late. I have to
explain why I am late and I still
haven't thought of a good excuse.
"Oh, Dana finally!" my mom
greets me. She hugs and kisses me.
"Uh, yeah, well I-I couldn't get
here earlier." My mom stares at
me. She has this look. She really
thinks me and Mulder did it. If she
only knew.
"Where's Fox?"
"Home, I guess."
"Didn't you tell him he was
invited?"
"I did. He said he had other plans."
"Haven's you talked with him
today at all?" she looked even
disappointed.
"Uh, not really." My mom accepts
it more or less and leads me inside.
"Look who's here!" she yells and
everybody turns to look at me. I
hate this. That's why I am usually
over early. I can feel myself blush
and mumble a little 'hello' and
'merry Christmas'. When I
suddenly see a flash of light.
"Hi, sis!" my eyes open and I see
little yellow stars but also my little
brother Charlie. I hug him like
there was no tomorrow.
"Uh, I am glad to see you, too but
don't kill me." He says and laughs.
I let go of him.
"So, you finally made it." I say.
"Seems so, yes. I can't always stay
away, can I?" we smile at each
other. I am sad that Charlie lives so
far away and we can't see each
other often.
"How long do you stay?"
"Couple of weeks."
"Weeks?" I ask in amazement.
"Yeah, they gave me all of my rest
holidays, I guess."
"They didn't fire, did they?"
"God, no! They just didn't like me
never taking any holidays."
"What are you caring there with
you?"
"Tara's got me a camera!" he tells
me excited.
"Wow." He lights it to make
another photo of me but I stop him.
"Don't you dare. You have one of
me now and that is more than
enough. I have to eat something." I
leave for the kitchen.
******
I am so glad to finally see Dana
again. She looks fine. Bill said she
looked tired and worn out but he is
so wrong. I don't think I have seen
Dana this pretty in a long time. I
want to take plenty of pictures of
her. I make a mental note to see her
more often in my holidays now.
Maybe I even get her to introduce
me to that Mulder. I wonder if it's
him who makes Dana so happy. I
don't follow her into the kitchen. I
know mom wants to talk with her,
and even though I'd like to hear it,
I just don't eavesdrop. Instead, I
take some pics of my little nephew.
I hope he won't turn out like his
father. About ten minutes and three
pictures later, Dana returns. She
looks all blushed. I really wonder
what those two talked about...
I don't even get tired of taking
pictures. I even took pics of people
I don't even know but they seemed
to know me so I took them and
gave them to them right away. All
the others I kept to myself. Even
though I'm not tired of taking
pictures, I think the others are. No
one wants me to take any anymore
and I can't find any good snapshots
anymore either. I look for Dana
and I have trouble finding her. In
the corner of the room I see her.
She looks far, far away. I think of
calling her but then I do the next
best thing and take the picture. I
look at the pic as it dries and am
amazed how she looks. I can't say
what she looks like. In a way it is a
sad look, then again she looks
disappointed or torn and in a way
even happy. My sister is a mystery.
******
I am everything but good company
tonight. Everything but my body is
with Mulder. I wonder what he is
doing, if he feels just as bad as I
do, if he is watching TV or just
sitting around... my mind knows
only the word 'Mulder'. I am
probably oblivious to everything
around me. I think my mom asked
me a question some minutes ago. I
would feel bad about it, if I could
think clearly. I hear something
snap and suppose Charlie took
another picture, maybe even of me.
I can't care. Being in love can be
horrible sometimes. Especially if
the one you love seems to love you
back and you are too shy, too
stupid and... well, really too
stupid, to make something happen.
I sigh.
"Hey Dana, someone's at the door
for you." Charlie tells me. I wonder
why is smiling like an idiot. I stare
at him and walk to the door.
"Mulder?" I am shocked.
"Hi." He replies smiling.
"What are you doing here?"
"Uh, I wanted to ask you...
something...earlier, in my
apartment...you left so fast and I
wondered if I did anything wrong?
If I rushed anything, cause if I
want-"
"No, Mulder. I was just-"
"Sorry to interrupt your 'I'm so
sorry', 'No, I am so sorry' talk but
you two are standing right under
the mistletoe and you know what
you have to do. No excuses."
Charlie informed us. I stare at my
brother. Why did he watch us
anyway? While I try to find the
right words, I hardly notice Mulder
coming nearer. Suddenly though, I
feel his hands on my hips. I turn
my head and we are just inches
apart. I can't just leave now and I
know I wouldn't want to anyway.
"If I had known I only needed
mistletoe to kiss you, I would have
bought one immediately." He
whispers before he kisses me. I
don't know how long we stand
there in the door kissing, and I
don't know if Charlie is still
watching us but I don't care.
Something in m mind tells me
Mulder didn't even come here at
his own will, I think my little
brother had something to do with it
as well, maybe even my mother. I
don't care. Maybe I should let them
help me more often. Now, I don't
need help kissing Mulder.
All I need is Mulder.
******
I smile when I watch Dana and
Mulder kiss. I took three pictures
of them. I told my mom of course.
She was so happy, she started
crying when she saw them. I am
glad I called Mulder. I am glad
mom had his number. I am also
glad I took this picture of Dana.
Without it I probably wouldn't
even have called. Well, my sister
might not talk to me about her
problems but pictures don't lie and
I was finally able to give her
something back.
THE END
The end wasn't what I planned it to
be but I couldn't think of a better
one. Anyway, I hoped you liked it.
I pretty much liked writing it even
though it turned out a little longer.
So, I hope you all have a
wonderful Christmas! (And a
happy new year!)
Written by Anika
AUTHOR: Anika
MAIL:
sleeplessdreamer42@homail.com
CATEGORY: MSR, Charlie POV/
Scully POV
SPOILERS: 'How the ghosts stole
Christmas', I suppose.
FEEDBACK: Yes, please!
DISCLAIMER: Nothing in here
belongs to me.
NOTES: I was inspired to write
this little Christmas thing and I
have never written Christmas stuff,
so I thought why not! Anyway,
Christmas is almost over so I had
to hurry writing. It might show in
the story...it is pretty short and
nothing special but I would
appreciate feedback anyway!
'A Picture'
Being the youngest of the family is
always horrible even if you are just
as grown up as all the others. I still
feel like the little boy who ran after
his big brother, and sister, for that
matter. Since I haven't since most
of my family in such a long time,
they were all more than just
interested in me. Bill wasn't such a
help. He just stood there with what
he calls a smile, mom is just happy
I am here and my sisters, sorry
sister, are not here yet. I know that
Melissa is dead. At Christmas
though, I feel like she just hasn't
arrived yet. Christmas without
Melissa is even less imaginable for
me than without my father. I miss
both of them.
Dana is late. Usually, I am the one
who is late. Well, usually I am the
one who isn't even able to attend
Christmas. This year though, I had
finally managed. No the person I
want to see the most isn't even
there. I and Dana had been kind of
close. We were only one year apart
in age and so we had often been
stuck with each other. Dana knows
more about me than everybody
else. Even now, where we hardly
ever see each other. She is a
wonderful listener. She listens
much better than she talks. I
always tried to make her tell me
things, but she wouldn't. I wonder
if she talks with this Mulder-guy
I've been hearing so much about. I
have never met him but I trust
Dana's heart.
******
I am late for Christmas. I know
Bill will give me his killer-look,
mom will just smile probably
because she thinks me and Mulder
finally hooked up. I don't know
what's with my mother and
Mulder. There is something
between them. I had always
thought my mother would like him
about as much as Bill likes him,
that she was just more polite about
it. I was wrong. She seems to like
him almost like one of the own
children. I love her even more for
that. I just wish I could make
Mulder see that too. She invites
him over for Christmas every time
but I could never make him come
with me. He is just too stubborn. I
miss him already.
Mulder is part of the reason why I
am late. Actually, the IS the reason
why I am late. We had this very
weird case that I don't want to
think about because it still creeps
me out but afterwards we
exchanged gifts. We both didn't get
each other big things, but it was
great. I know I should have left
right then but I couldn't. I felt so at
ease with Mulder sitting next to
me. We ate pizza, not very
Christmassy food, but with Mulder
I expect everything. Still, I think it
was one of my best Christmas
dinners ever. Anyway, I could have
left then. But Mulder made me
stay...with Oreos. I love Oreos. I
don't even think he knew that.
Afterwards though, I think I
destroyed the whole evening: I had
finally decided to leave and he led
me to the door. He looked at me
like a teenager in love and I think I
returned that look because I felt
just like a teeny in love but when
he leaned just the tiniest bit
forward, I said goodbye and left.
Now I am almost at my mom's,
about two hours late and all I can
think of is turning around and
make it right.
******
The guests decided not to wait for
Dana anymore and finally get to
the presents. The children were
getting anxious already. I must
admit that presents were always
my favorite at Christmas. That was
one of the rare times when being
the youngest came in handy
because as the youngest you
usually get the most presents. At
least in my family. Unfortunately, I
am not the youngest anymore.
There are so many little ones
running around now, I wonder if at
least on of these gifts is for me.
"I didn't really know what to get
you and your brother and sister
weren't really a help." Tara tells me
and offers me a quite big box.
"Thanks. I am happy with
anything." I assure her and she
even smiles. Sometimes I wonder
how someone like Bill could find
such a nice woman. I am too much
a child to unwrap it slowly. I rip
the paper away and I am stunned
when I see what my sister-in-law
got me.
"Oh my god, Tara, this is too
much!"
"Oh, don't think it's a new one. I
still had it from my Christmas
party at work, I won it. So don't be
flattered too much." She says.
"Still, it is great." I kiss her on the
cheek and look at my new camera.
If Tara only knew how long I
wanted a new camera. I just never
had enough money left to buy me
one. I put it out of the packet and
make my first photo. I feel like a
little child. Well, it's Christmas so
who cares?
******
I finally arrive at my mom's. I feel
stupid arriving so late. I have to
explain why I am late and I still
haven't thought of a good excuse.
"Oh, Dana finally!" my mom
greets me. She hugs and kisses me.
"Uh, yeah, well I-I couldn't get
here earlier." My mom stares at
me. She has this look. She really
thinks me and Mulder did it. If she
only knew.
"Where's Fox?"
"Home, I guess."
"Didn't you tell him he was
invited?"
"I did. He said he had other plans."
"Haven's you talked with him
today at all?" she looked even
disappointed.
"Uh, not really." My mom accepts
it more or less and leads me inside.
"Look who's here!" she yells and
everybody turns to look at me. I
hate this. That's why I am usually
over early. I can feel myself blush
and mumble a little 'hello' and
'merry Christmas'. When I
suddenly see a flash of light.
"Hi, sis!" my eyes open and I see
little yellow stars but also my little
brother Charlie. I hug him like
there was no tomorrow.
"Uh, I am glad to see you, too but
don't kill me." He says and laughs.
I let go of him.
"So, you finally made it." I say.
"Seems so, yes. I can't always stay
away, can I?" we smile at each
other. I am sad that Charlie lives so
far away and we can't see each
other often.
"How long do you stay?"
"Couple of weeks."
"Weeks?" I ask in amazement.
"Yeah, they gave me all of my rest
holidays, I guess."
"They didn't fire, did they?"
"God, no! They just didn't like me
never taking any holidays."
"What are you caring there with
you?"
"Tara's got me a camera!" he tells
me excited.
"Wow." He lights it to make
another photo of me but I stop him.
"Don't you dare. You have one of
me now and that is more than
enough. I have to eat something." I
leave for the kitchen.
******
I am so glad to finally see Dana
again. She looks fine. Bill said she
looked tired and worn out but he is
so wrong. I don't think I have seen
Dana this pretty in a long time. I
want to take plenty of pictures of
her. I make a mental note to see her
more often in my holidays now.
Maybe I even get her to introduce
me to that Mulder. I wonder if it's
him who makes Dana so happy. I
don't follow her into the kitchen. I
know mom wants to talk with her,
and even though I'd like to hear it,
I just don't eavesdrop. Instead, I
take some pics of my little nephew.
I hope he won't turn out like his
father. About ten minutes and three
pictures later, Dana returns. She
looks all blushed. I really wonder
what those two talked about...
I don't even get tired of taking
pictures. I even took pics of people
I don't even know but they seemed
to know me so I took them and
gave them to them right away. All
the others I kept to myself. Even
though I'm not tired of taking
pictures, I think the others are. No
one wants me to take any anymore
and I can't find any good snapshots
anymore either. I look for Dana
and I have trouble finding her. In
the corner of the room I see her.
She looks far, far away. I think of
calling her but then I do the next
best thing and take the picture. I
look at the pic as it dries and am
amazed how she looks. I can't say
what she looks like. In a way it is a
sad look, then again she looks
disappointed or torn and in a way
even happy. My sister is a mystery.
******
I am everything but good company
tonight. Everything but my body is
with Mulder. I wonder what he is
doing, if he feels just as bad as I
do, if he is watching TV or just
sitting around... my mind knows
only the word 'Mulder'. I am
probably oblivious to everything
around me. I think my mom asked
me a question some minutes ago. I
would feel bad about it, if I could
think clearly. I hear something
snap and suppose Charlie took
another picture, maybe even of me.
I can't care. Being in love can be
horrible sometimes. Especially if
the one you love seems to love you
back and you are too shy, too
stupid and... well, really too
stupid, to make something happen.
I sigh.
"Hey Dana, someone's at the door
for you." Charlie tells me. I wonder
why is smiling like an idiot. I stare
at him and walk to the door.
"Mulder?" I am shocked.
"Hi." He replies smiling.
"What are you doing here?"
"Uh, I wanted to ask you...
something...earlier, in my
apartment...you left so fast and I
wondered if I did anything wrong?
If I rushed anything, cause if I
want-"
"No, Mulder. I was just-"
"Sorry to interrupt your 'I'm so
sorry', 'No, I am so sorry' talk but
you two are standing right under
the mistletoe and you know what
you have to do. No excuses."
Charlie informed us. I stare at my
brother. Why did he watch us
anyway? While I try to find the
right words, I hardly notice Mulder
coming nearer. Suddenly though, I
feel his hands on my hips. I turn
my head and we are just inches
apart. I can't just leave now and I
know I wouldn't want to anyway.
"If I had known I only needed
mistletoe to kiss you, I would have
bought one immediately." He
whispers before he kisses me. I
don't know how long we stand
there in the door kissing, and I
don't know if Charlie is still
watching us but I don't care.
Something in m mind tells me
Mulder didn't even come here at
his own will, I think my little
brother had something to do with it
as well, maybe even my mother. I
don't care. Maybe I should let them
help me more often. Now, I don't
need help kissing Mulder.
All I need is Mulder.
******
I smile when I watch Dana and
Mulder kiss. I took three pictures
of them. I told my mom of course.
She was so happy, she started
crying when she saw them. I am
glad I called Mulder. I am glad
mom had his number. I am also
glad I took this picture of Dana.
Without it I probably wouldn't
even have called. Well, my sister
might not talk to me about her
problems but pictures don't lie and
I was finally able to give her
something back.
THE END
The end wasn't what I planned it to
be but I couldn't think of a better
one. Anyway, I hoped you liked it.
I pretty much liked writing it even
though it turned out a little longer.
So, I hope you all have a
wonderful Christmas! (And a
happy new year!)
Written by Anika