Tittle: Predictions part 3/?: Scully's reading
Author: Alanna diAblo
Summary: After being preached to by a priest, Mulder and Scully seek another power source. A psychic.. first it's Scully the skeptic's turn!
Rating: umm.
Spoilers: Most of session 8, although the time line is still in session 7. Rain King is
mentioned but not totally spoiled.
Author's Note: Thank you all for waiting for this next part and for reviewing my stories!! I LOVE reviews and suggestions so if you think it could be better BETA ME! Drk Alanna@aol.com. I am thinking of the next part so please help me out!
and to julia or sarah (sorry bad with names) who said I should take more time to edit these fics. IM SORRY, but I've had a lot of work lately and these are rough drafts. Gimmie a break, im doing the best I can. This fic might not be finnished until July (due to exams at school and working) so keep being patient. But I was sick today so I got to work on it! Yea!! OK, enjoy...happy reading.
THE PSYCHIC IS BASED ON CLEO FROM DAY TIME T.V ADDS. DONT TAKE
OFFENSE JAMAICANS!
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"So Scully, where to next?" Mulder asked as he pushed the glass door of the restaurant open, then draped a long arm over her shoulder's. "Literally I mean." Scully tucked her chin to her chest and hid a small smile. "Let's just walk around a little bit, sound good?" Mulder nodded and they turned right, beginning to walk down the sidewalk.
Scully was rather enjoying herself, Mulder hadn't removed his arm from her shoulder's at all and was acting quite sweet, even for himself. Looking up, to get a glance at Mulder (she was doing that a lot today) when a drop of rain hit her square in the face. Surprised,she squealed a little and jumped back. "Woah, Scully what was that? Am I that ugly?" But Scully was looking up into the sky wearing a concerned frown.
"Look up at the sky Mulder. It's almost *black* over there." Was all she said. Then
took a breath and last good look before facing him. "Summer shower. It's going to rain hard, we should find someplace to keep dry until this passes."
"When do you think it will Scully?" Mulder was now worried, Scully seemed really
concerned about the storm--or was it the storm? But then sunshine entered his heart when she glanced at him and smiled. "Soon, it's only a cloud that will pass by." Mulder returned the smile. "Sure it's not the Rain King?" Scully groaned. "Mulder, you didn't actually believe that man was able to control the weather, did you?" Mulder placed a hand at the small of Scully's back and they turned into the blue building next to them. "I want to believe Scully." Was all he said. Just as the door behind them closed, thunder clapped and the heaven's wept.
Directly in front of the two FBI agents was a wooden bench in which they seated
themselves. They both sat for awhile, just enjoying the quiet that they each loved so
much. Lightning struck. Scully jumped in surprise. "Skittish aren't we Scully?" Mulder said grinning, then turned towards her but she was looking out the door. "Do you know how lightning is formed Scully?" He asked the back of her head, that whipped around to give him the scientific explanation. But Mulder, as usual didn't want the conventional answer. He leaned into Scully and kissed her lightly on the lips. Just as there lips touched another flash of lightning rang through the building.
"Stormy day isn't it?" Said a strange voice with a Jamaican accent. Like a teenage boy caught making out on his couch at home, Mulder pulled away from Scully suddenly and felt heat rising up in his cheeks. Scully too was blushing fiercely. "Who is that?" Mulder asked, much to his embarrassment his voice cracking. No one answered. Mulder craned his head around into the doorway behind him and saw a lady dressed in extravagant African robes talking on a phone.
"No honey. You don't have a problem meeting men, it's just that---no--I hear what your saying--but the cards read that the relationship with your boss isn't going to work out. the alpha----yes, the alpha part in the relationship that you look for in a man isn't there in him--no--try the-does any cute boy work at your home?----the dog walker--I see." She shuffled the cards and drew three. "Yes, that is a good match. He likes power, but is responsible---OK---you too sweetie---buh bye."
Mulder turned his head back to Scully raising an eyebrow. "Are you on your cell
Scully?" Scully who had heard the whole thing rolled her eyes. "Mulder, Queege died a while ago. And no, I'm not sleeping with Skinner nor have I ever or will I ever." Mulder chuckled. "How about it Scully?" He nodded his head in the direction of the Psychic's office. "Wanna have your future foretold?" He grabbed Scully's arm that was resting in his lap and pulled her up and into the office.
The bright purple room was lighter to the hallway, and surrounded with paper lamps and starcharts. There were crystal balls of all colors and beaded curtains that blocked one from seeing the back room; bright colored pillows where thrown onto a window seat and see-through gold curtains hung over the window. The psychic cleared her throat, and the two agents spun around to see a blue desk with three phones and papers everywhere. "Can I help you?" She asked gently. Scully threw Mulder a glance.
"Sure, umm, how much are two readings?" He asked. "It depends, palms are 15$ or Tarot cards which tend to work better are 20$ or crystal ball which I'll admit are really bad for 5$? But-" She leaned to whisper in Mulder's ear. "If I like your future enough, I give you a FREE reading of your choice!" Due to her over excited voice and speaking so fast, Mulder took a moment to absorb everything. "Scully, why don't you go first? You can pick what you want to do, on me." He knew that if she didn't go first, when he went in the back she'd probably bale. Plus, putting this pressure on her to be polite to the psychic would work like a charm.
"Why not?" Scully said, smiling mischievously. "I'll have tarot cards?" The psychic
jumped out of her seat with excitement. "Let me prepare the back room! One moment please!!" She almost skipped into the next room. Almost as fast as she had left, she came back into the first room. Scully didn't have anytime to remark on what had happened on the bench, and Mulder didn't have anytime to make fun of Scully getting her fourtune told. Oh is only he had a camera, this was truly a Kodak moment.
Scully ducked through the beaded curtains and into the back, almost dragged by the psychic. Mulder watched the doorway for a while and smiled to himself. Then, he sat down on the cushions to wait.
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Scully eased herself into a old looking wooden chair with a worn red velvet seat. Before her was a circular table with a purple cloth, and a crystal ball in the middle. The psychic sat in a chair opposite her, and began shuffling the tarot cards.
"So, pretty lady. What do you want me to tell you about your *future*? Fourtune? Love? Life? Career?" Scully thought it through. The psychic smiled at the serious expression on her face, knowing that the man in the waiting room, whoever he was, would be intrigued by it. He was enough by her alone. She rested her elbows on the table and her chin followed suit using her hands.
Scully crossed her legs and looked up, as if searching for an answer. Finally she
answered: "Tell me anything you can see. About my future, past, all levels. I've never had a reading before." The psychic smiled and shuffled the tarot cards once more, then held them out to Scully. "Draw twelve of your choose please."
Scully leaned forward a bit and reached her arm out, picking the cards out delicately, every other until she had twelve cards in her hand. "Now shuffle and hand to me." Said the woman, fixing a large hoop earring. Scully did as was told then folded her hands neatly in her lap. On the table, the psychic laid out the cards, three in a row.
"Hmmm." Scully leaned forward to hear, and cocked her head slightly. "Girl, you had a hard life!" She exclaimed, slamming her palm on the table along with her voice. "I can tell by the way you picked the cards that you are organized and precise. Correct?" Scully nodded. "Now, looking at your past, I see a child who is surrounded with bad things, including death. Did a loved child in your family die? Yours? Miscarriages show up too."
Only one name was present in Scully's mind then: Emily. "Oh my god.." she breathed. She then proceeded to scoot to the edge of her seat and looked the woman straight in the eye. "How did you know that?" The psychic glanced upwards Did the man in the waiting room call you before we came here? Is this a scam?" The woman smiled gently, leaning over and placing a hand on Scully's shoulder. "No, no. He is connected to the spirit world, a brave man. But that's his predictions. Not yours. I'll get to him sooner or later in this reading, I can tell."
Scully didn't know what to make of it, so she didn't say anything. It was a mental note to keep quiet and let her wonderment or anger over this whole affair out later, and let the poor woman continue without interruption. "Sorry." But the woman smiled and shrugged it off. "Had worse then that. Don't worry about it. You've been lied to many times, you trust no one. Accept-" She nodded towards the beaded curtains. "him. He a lover? Wait-" she looked out at the cards before her on the table. "No, a friend? But a good one. You'd give your life up for him."
Scully was struck, there was no word to describe with what, but she was struck. Was it that obvious? The look in the woman's eye was only a foggy window into what was churning through the wheel's of her complicated mind. Sensing the tension, and wisely deciding to change the subject, she looked at the cards again. But not before giving the juicy subject one last poke. "You love each other, but it's taboo."
Wow. Too far, subject has burst open. Scully literally was glowing crimson. This
woman however was quite open, and cards didn't lie so far, why should they now? The truth was out there and she needed to know what would happen in her future. She needed to know he would be gone, but would come back to her because he loved her, and that "he will also be the father of your child. It will be a miracle."
This was too much for Scully. She forked over the money, forgetting Mulder would pay, and stood up and left the room, she had to get out of there.
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Author: Alanna diAblo
Summary: After being preached to by a priest, Mulder and Scully seek another power source. A psychic.. first it's Scully the skeptic's turn!
Rating: umm.
Spoilers: Most of session 8, although the time line is still in session 7. Rain King is
mentioned but not totally spoiled.
Author's Note: Thank you all for waiting for this next part and for reviewing my stories!! I LOVE reviews and suggestions so if you think it could be better BETA ME! Drk Alanna@aol.com. I am thinking of the next part so please help me out!
and to julia or sarah (sorry bad with names) who said I should take more time to edit these fics. IM SORRY, but I've had a lot of work lately and these are rough drafts. Gimmie a break, im doing the best I can. This fic might not be finnished until July (due to exams at school and working) so keep being patient. But I was sick today so I got to work on it! Yea!! OK, enjoy...happy reading.
THE PSYCHIC IS BASED ON CLEO FROM DAY TIME T.V ADDS. DONT TAKE
OFFENSE JAMAICANS!
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
"So Scully, where to next?" Mulder asked as he pushed the glass door of the restaurant open, then draped a long arm over her shoulder's. "Literally I mean." Scully tucked her chin to her chest and hid a small smile. "Let's just walk around a little bit, sound good?" Mulder nodded and they turned right, beginning to walk down the sidewalk.
Scully was rather enjoying herself, Mulder hadn't removed his arm from her shoulder's at all and was acting quite sweet, even for himself. Looking up, to get a glance at Mulder (she was doing that a lot today) when a drop of rain hit her square in the face. Surprised,she squealed a little and jumped back. "Woah, Scully what was that? Am I that ugly?" But Scully was looking up into the sky wearing a concerned frown.
"Look up at the sky Mulder. It's almost *black* over there." Was all she said. Then
took a breath and last good look before facing him. "Summer shower. It's going to rain hard, we should find someplace to keep dry until this passes."
"When do you think it will Scully?" Mulder was now worried, Scully seemed really
concerned about the storm--or was it the storm? But then sunshine entered his heart when she glanced at him and smiled. "Soon, it's only a cloud that will pass by." Mulder returned the smile. "Sure it's not the Rain King?" Scully groaned. "Mulder, you didn't actually believe that man was able to control the weather, did you?" Mulder placed a hand at the small of Scully's back and they turned into the blue building next to them. "I want to believe Scully." Was all he said. Just as the door behind them closed, thunder clapped and the heaven's wept.
Directly in front of the two FBI agents was a wooden bench in which they seated
themselves. They both sat for awhile, just enjoying the quiet that they each loved so
much. Lightning struck. Scully jumped in surprise. "Skittish aren't we Scully?" Mulder said grinning, then turned towards her but she was looking out the door. "Do you know how lightning is formed Scully?" He asked the back of her head, that whipped around to give him the scientific explanation. But Mulder, as usual didn't want the conventional answer. He leaned into Scully and kissed her lightly on the lips. Just as there lips touched another flash of lightning rang through the building.
"Stormy day isn't it?" Said a strange voice with a Jamaican accent. Like a teenage boy caught making out on his couch at home, Mulder pulled away from Scully suddenly and felt heat rising up in his cheeks. Scully too was blushing fiercely. "Who is that?" Mulder asked, much to his embarrassment his voice cracking. No one answered. Mulder craned his head around into the doorway behind him and saw a lady dressed in extravagant African robes talking on a phone.
"No honey. You don't have a problem meeting men, it's just that---no--I hear what your saying--but the cards read that the relationship with your boss isn't going to work out. the alpha----yes, the alpha part in the relationship that you look for in a man isn't there in him--no--try the-does any cute boy work at your home?----the dog walker--I see." She shuffled the cards and drew three. "Yes, that is a good match. He likes power, but is responsible---OK---you too sweetie---buh bye."
Mulder turned his head back to Scully raising an eyebrow. "Are you on your cell
Scully?" Scully who had heard the whole thing rolled her eyes. "Mulder, Queege died a while ago. And no, I'm not sleeping with Skinner nor have I ever or will I ever." Mulder chuckled. "How about it Scully?" He nodded his head in the direction of the Psychic's office. "Wanna have your future foretold?" He grabbed Scully's arm that was resting in his lap and pulled her up and into the office.
The bright purple room was lighter to the hallway, and surrounded with paper lamps and starcharts. There were crystal balls of all colors and beaded curtains that blocked one from seeing the back room; bright colored pillows where thrown onto a window seat and see-through gold curtains hung over the window. The psychic cleared her throat, and the two agents spun around to see a blue desk with three phones and papers everywhere. "Can I help you?" She asked gently. Scully threw Mulder a glance.
"Sure, umm, how much are two readings?" He asked. "It depends, palms are 15$ or Tarot cards which tend to work better are 20$ or crystal ball which I'll admit are really bad for 5$? But-" She leaned to whisper in Mulder's ear. "If I like your future enough, I give you a FREE reading of your choice!" Due to her over excited voice and speaking so fast, Mulder took a moment to absorb everything. "Scully, why don't you go first? You can pick what you want to do, on me." He knew that if she didn't go first, when he went in the back she'd probably bale. Plus, putting this pressure on her to be polite to the psychic would work like a charm.
"Why not?" Scully said, smiling mischievously. "I'll have tarot cards?" The psychic
jumped out of her seat with excitement. "Let me prepare the back room! One moment please!!" She almost skipped into the next room. Almost as fast as she had left, she came back into the first room. Scully didn't have anytime to remark on what had happened on the bench, and Mulder didn't have anytime to make fun of Scully getting her fourtune told. Oh is only he had a camera, this was truly a Kodak moment.
Scully ducked through the beaded curtains and into the back, almost dragged by the psychic. Mulder watched the doorway for a while and smiled to himself. Then, he sat down on the cushions to wait.
~*'XxXxX'*~*'XxXxX'*~*'XxXxX'*~
Scully eased herself into a old looking wooden chair with a worn red velvet seat. Before her was a circular table with a purple cloth, and a crystal ball in the middle. The psychic sat in a chair opposite her, and began shuffling the tarot cards.
"So, pretty lady. What do you want me to tell you about your *future*? Fourtune? Love? Life? Career?" Scully thought it through. The psychic smiled at the serious expression on her face, knowing that the man in the waiting room, whoever he was, would be intrigued by it. He was enough by her alone. She rested her elbows on the table and her chin followed suit using her hands.
Scully crossed her legs and looked up, as if searching for an answer. Finally she
answered: "Tell me anything you can see. About my future, past, all levels. I've never had a reading before." The psychic smiled and shuffled the tarot cards once more, then held them out to Scully. "Draw twelve of your choose please."
Scully leaned forward a bit and reached her arm out, picking the cards out delicately, every other until she had twelve cards in her hand. "Now shuffle and hand to me." Said the woman, fixing a large hoop earring. Scully did as was told then folded her hands neatly in her lap. On the table, the psychic laid out the cards, three in a row.
"Hmmm." Scully leaned forward to hear, and cocked her head slightly. "Girl, you had a hard life!" She exclaimed, slamming her palm on the table along with her voice. "I can tell by the way you picked the cards that you are organized and precise. Correct?" Scully nodded. "Now, looking at your past, I see a child who is surrounded with bad things, including death. Did a loved child in your family die? Yours? Miscarriages show up too."
Only one name was present in Scully's mind then: Emily. "Oh my god.." she breathed. She then proceeded to scoot to the edge of her seat and looked the woman straight in the eye. "How did you know that?" The psychic glanced upwards Did the man in the waiting room call you before we came here? Is this a scam?" The woman smiled gently, leaning over and placing a hand on Scully's shoulder. "No, no. He is connected to the spirit world, a brave man. But that's his predictions. Not yours. I'll get to him sooner or later in this reading, I can tell."
Scully didn't know what to make of it, so she didn't say anything. It was a mental note to keep quiet and let her wonderment or anger over this whole affair out later, and let the poor woman continue without interruption. "Sorry." But the woman smiled and shrugged it off. "Had worse then that. Don't worry about it. You've been lied to many times, you trust no one. Accept-" She nodded towards the beaded curtains. "him. He a lover? Wait-" she looked out at the cards before her on the table. "No, a friend? But a good one. You'd give your life up for him."
Scully was struck, there was no word to describe with what, but she was struck. Was it that obvious? The look in the woman's eye was only a foggy window into what was churning through the wheel's of her complicated mind. Sensing the tension, and wisely deciding to change the subject, she looked at the cards again. But not before giving the juicy subject one last poke. "You love each other, but it's taboo."
Wow. Too far, subject has burst open. Scully literally was glowing crimson. This
woman however was quite open, and cards didn't lie so far, why should they now? The truth was out there and she needed to know what would happen in her future. She needed to know he would be gone, but would come back to her because he loved her, and that "he will also be the father of your child. It will be a miracle."
This was too much for Scully. She forked over the money, forgetting Mulder would pay, and stood up and left the room, she had to get out of there.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
IF U LIKED IT PLEASE R/r
IF U HATED IT PLEASE R/R
I JUST WANT THOSE REVIEWS!
THERE IS MORE TO COME!! BETA ME!
~*ALANNA*~