Author: Alanna diAblo
Tittle: Mulder's reading part 4/? (prob. 6, 7 at the most)
Summary: Mulder has his own turn with the pshycic and understands why Scully was acting strangly after her own reading.
Rating: pg, Pg-13ish maybe..
Author's note: Ok, this fanfic is somthing I'm very proud of and thanks for all those reviews. I;ve been working a lot so I have't had time to write. But now I'm at my mom's house on a mini vacation, so i've been able to write more! yea! I'll prob.ly b done with this mini series by next week. I'll be working too though, so if you wanna wait untill it's gramicly correct, which might take awhile, you can. but please read and review it now. ok ty!!
And- Shi, i luved ur song so much im gunna have to put it here now, along with a quote that i found while watching the xfs.
"BETREYAL, YEAH, YOUR TWISTING THE KNIFE, BETREYAL"
Trent~DARIA
"Your not Christ, your not prince Hamlet, your not even Ralph Nadder, end your sufferings!"
CSM to Mulder, 6th Extinction part two: Amor Fati.
K, and now the actual STORY...
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Mulder was sitting by the window watching the rain fall lightly, the sun was just comming out. He was almost meditating to the peaceful pitter-pat of the rain, but he quickley snapped to attention when he heard footsteps. Mulder whipped his head around to see if it was Scully, but didn't end up seeing much, his face smacked into the corner of the window.
He winced in pain he felt comming to a climax, then pounding through his scull. "DAMNIT!" He yelped, knowing his head would feel like hell the next morning, and that he would probably develope the worst bruise ever. 'How did you hurt your head Spooky? Chasing an alien?' 'No, Scully and I were getting our fourtnues done and I whacked my head onto a window ledge.' The fact he would be made fun of, and whispered about more then the usual ammount the following week at the office made him wince more.
But that's when he felt it. A cool hand held his own hand to his head and pressed gently. The other hand slid around to the back of his head and held it firmly untill the coursing of pain had subsided, and just a little longer then nescisary. That's when Mulder knew that he could handle another week of work, another week on his quest, and another week of his pathetic life, because someone cared about him. Scully cared about him.
He looked up at her, and mouthed a 'Thank you'. She smiled back at him then sat down. He knew it was his turn to have his Tarrot reading, but he used the excuse of his throbbing head to sit a while longer, and study Scully. She looked a little worn out he noticed, and even a bit upset. Maybe this whole outing wasn't the best idea? But when she noticed him watching her, and the smile that lit up her face as she turned away, he knew it was no mistake at all.
"Your turn." Scully said, breaking the silence. "I think she was interested in you, a vibe she got, maybe a call?" Scully raised and eyebrow. Most would say it was suspicion, but to the trained eye-Mulder's- he knew there was a pang of pain. Scully thought he had called ahead and told a total stranger about her life then set this whole thing up. Just to make her believe. Mulder's heart felt like the sinews where being twisted in a slow painful grasp. She had thought he would do such a thing to make her believe, didn't she know?
Scully stared into his eyes, saw the pain, and immediatly felt guilt for not trusting him. "Sorry, I--uh--it was just so real Mulder.." She turned away, not really wanting to discuss her encounter with him at the momment. Mulder got up and started towards the beaded curtain entrance.
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The large jamacian woman was stroking and talking to her nipples as Mulder entered the dark room. He turned away pretending that he didn't notice and let the woman have some--dignaty..
"Please," Said the Cleo, collecting herself. "sit." Mulder obeyed and sat in the still warm worn red chair. 'Nice room.' He thought to himself, glancing at the decrative and somewhat spooky impression it gave off. Madam Cleo watched and smiled. She picked up a fake plant next to her, and put it in her lap, then placed it the the floor again. "On tellivision," She said to Mulder. "There is fake fire, little fake plant afraid of fake fire. Like your pretty friend, she afraid of REAL ting dough." Mulder nodded, now a little more understanding as the why Scully had been a little uncomfortable.
Cleo was picking up another pack of Tarott cards. She handed the pile to Mulder. "Please, select 12--"
"Cards of my choise, shuffle them and hand them to you." Mulder said almost smuggly. "I see boy! You had your readin' done before!" Mulder just smiled, then said: "Just a lot of late night t.v." Then focused on picking 12 cards.
Madam Cleo laid them on the table in the same fasion as she had done earlier with Scully. One would need to turn on a lamp in order to see what each card was, almost all where black.
Mulder grimanced. Madam Cleo gasped. "You two! Your lives had been terrible! Yours worse! But hers, lots of pain. You see I'm not allowed to say her readin' to you, but- I can tell your close to the pretty lady." Cleo, having said all this with one breath of air, was now gasping. It sounded like she had just run a 10 mile race, but by her body type, Mulder could tell that had never occured.
"You see this." She said, not really asking but rather demanding. Mulder nodded. "This too." Cleo added, pointing to two similar black cards. "They show death. Because they are on the pile over you, on the left and right sides, I'm assuming that they are your parrents? Correct, no?" Mulder nodded again. "The man, your father, he has many cards that show desception, many secrets from you and...wait...a child? A daughter with a grimp reaper next to her, he didn't kill her, but a descision he made could have affected her death."
Mulder was a bit taken aback. While he was fairly open to speaking of Samantha's abduction, he didn't think the story had hit tabloids yet. Madam Cleo must have seen it. No one could have told her. Scully? But Scully didn't know they were comming here. Neither did he. Sculy wouldn't do that to him, would she?
Mulder leaned forward on the old table, a groan emerging from it's wearing surface. "Tell me about my future." He said, looking strate into the woman's eyes. Cleo raised her eyebrows and leaned back. Then forward again, slamming her fist onto the table. Mulder feared the ancient table wouldn't last another reading.
"Now, I will tell you, as I have told her," Cleo nodded her head towards the waiting room. "See this card?" The card was one of the only two lighter cards Mulder had drawn. It was blue and had a naked man and a woman on a half moon at the top, there was a fountain below, and something written in sandscript or another old language at the bottom. It was quite beautiful in a way. "That is eternal friendship between a man and a woman. A level of love and respect, but not blossomed into lovers, might not ever. But friends forever. You give life for one another, and death, and stupid things, like buying lunch. Little gestures remind you bolth about how important this relationship is."
There was a tear running down Cleo's face. "Reminds me of my James!!!" She wailed. "Oh lover James! Why you leave Cleo!" Mulder's jaw was about to sweep up the floor of the room, but he kept a cool exterior to calm the crying phsycic. She stoped crying almost instantly. "Sorry, Lover-James is the deliver for the Supermarket, I don't see him untill tonight. He leaves early on his bicycle for work." Mulder had to crack a smile. "What about the other card?" He asked, curious to it's meaning.
Cleo smiled. "That," She said. "Is happiness between two, due to one another. "Soul mates" as it is sometimes called. The Yin, and the Yang." Mulder cocked his head in thought. "Twenty five dollors please." Said the large woman, clearly breaking the mood. Mulder gave her a fifty, paying for Scully and got up. As he walked out of the room, he heard the table break.
Meanwhile, Cleo was tidding up the small room. Now that she had 25$ more, she could by a new table! She had decided not to tell Mulder all, about the baby and such, and how he would be gone for sometime. Cleo also hadn't told the lady with pretty hair compleatly about the soulmate thing. She figured it would give the two lonley souls something to *talk* about. Talk for the man was like foreplay. Cleo grinned.
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*Author's note:
More to follow. The "talking" chapter, which will most-likly b R or Nc-17 for those of you out there who are following this. PLEASE, liked it/hated it, I DONT CARE! TELL ME WHY! WHAT! HOW! R/R!! ty always!
~*ALANNA*~
Tittle: Mulder's reading part 4/? (prob. 6, 7 at the most)
Summary: Mulder has his own turn with the pshycic and understands why Scully was acting strangly after her own reading.
Rating: pg, Pg-13ish maybe..
Author's note: Ok, this fanfic is somthing I'm very proud of and thanks for all those reviews. I;ve been working a lot so I have't had time to write. But now I'm at my mom's house on a mini vacation, so i've been able to write more! yea! I'll prob.ly b done with this mini series by next week. I'll be working too though, so if you wanna wait untill it's gramicly correct, which might take awhile, you can. but please read and review it now. ok ty!!
And- Shi, i luved ur song so much im gunna have to put it here now, along with a quote that i found while watching the xfs.
"BETREYAL, YEAH, YOUR TWISTING THE KNIFE, BETREYAL"
Trent~DARIA
"Your not Christ, your not prince Hamlet, your not even Ralph Nadder, end your sufferings!"
CSM to Mulder, 6th Extinction part two: Amor Fati.
K, and now the actual STORY...
~*XxX*~*XxX*~*XxX*~*XxX*~*XxX*~*XxX*~
Mulder was sitting by the window watching the rain fall lightly, the sun was just comming out. He was almost meditating to the peaceful pitter-pat of the rain, but he quickley snapped to attention when he heard footsteps. Mulder whipped his head around to see if it was Scully, but didn't end up seeing much, his face smacked into the corner of the window.
He winced in pain he felt comming to a climax, then pounding through his scull. "DAMNIT!" He yelped, knowing his head would feel like hell the next morning, and that he would probably develope the worst bruise ever. 'How did you hurt your head Spooky? Chasing an alien?' 'No, Scully and I were getting our fourtnues done and I whacked my head onto a window ledge.' The fact he would be made fun of, and whispered about more then the usual ammount the following week at the office made him wince more.
But that's when he felt it. A cool hand held his own hand to his head and pressed gently. The other hand slid around to the back of his head and held it firmly untill the coursing of pain had subsided, and just a little longer then nescisary. That's when Mulder knew that he could handle another week of work, another week on his quest, and another week of his pathetic life, because someone cared about him. Scully cared about him.
He looked up at her, and mouthed a 'Thank you'. She smiled back at him then sat down. He knew it was his turn to have his Tarrot reading, but he used the excuse of his throbbing head to sit a while longer, and study Scully. She looked a little worn out he noticed, and even a bit upset. Maybe this whole outing wasn't the best idea? But when she noticed him watching her, and the smile that lit up her face as she turned away, he knew it was no mistake at all.
"Your turn." Scully said, breaking the silence. "I think she was interested in you, a vibe she got, maybe a call?" Scully raised and eyebrow. Most would say it was suspicion, but to the trained eye-Mulder's- he knew there was a pang of pain. Scully thought he had called ahead and told a total stranger about her life then set this whole thing up. Just to make her believe. Mulder's heart felt like the sinews where being twisted in a slow painful grasp. She had thought he would do such a thing to make her believe, didn't she know?
Scully stared into his eyes, saw the pain, and immediatly felt guilt for not trusting him. "Sorry, I--uh--it was just so real Mulder.." She turned away, not really wanting to discuss her encounter with him at the momment. Mulder got up and started towards the beaded curtain entrance.
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The large jamacian woman was stroking and talking to her nipples as Mulder entered the dark room. He turned away pretending that he didn't notice and let the woman have some--dignaty..
"Please," Said the Cleo, collecting herself. "sit." Mulder obeyed and sat in the still warm worn red chair. 'Nice room.' He thought to himself, glancing at the decrative and somewhat spooky impression it gave off. Madam Cleo watched and smiled. She picked up a fake plant next to her, and put it in her lap, then placed it the the floor again. "On tellivision," She said to Mulder. "There is fake fire, little fake plant afraid of fake fire. Like your pretty friend, she afraid of REAL ting dough." Mulder nodded, now a little more understanding as the why Scully had been a little uncomfortable.
Cleo was picking up another pack of Tarott cards. She handed the pile to Mulder. "Please, select 12--"
"Cards of my choise, shuffle them and hand them to you." Mulder said almost smuggly. "I see boy! You had your readin' done before!" Mulder just smiled, then said: "Just a lot of late night t.v." Then focused on picking 12 cards.
Madam Cleo laid them on the table in the same fasion as she had done earlier with Scully. One would need to turn on a lamp in order to see what each card was, almost all where black.
Mulder grimanced. Madam Cleo gasped. "You two! Your lives had been terrible! Yours worse! But hers, lots of pain. You see I'm not allowed to say her readin' to you, but- I can tell your close to the pretty lady." Cleo, having said all this with one breath of air, was now gasping. It sounded like she had just run a 10 mile race, but by her body type, Mulder could tell that had never occured.
"You see this." She said, not really asking but rather demanding. Mulder nodded. "This too." Cleo added, pointing to two similar black cards. "They show death. Because they are on the pile over you, on the left and right sides, I'm assuming that they are your parrents? Correct, no?" Mulder nodded again. "The man, your father, he has many cards that show desception, many secrets from you and...wait...a child? A daughter with a grimp reaper next to her, he didn't kill her, but a descision he made could have affected her death."
Mulder was a bit taken aback. While he was fairly open to speaking of Samantha's abduction, he didn't think the story had hit tabloids yet. Madam Cleo must have seen it. No one could have told her. Scully? But Scully didn't know they were comming here. Neither did he. Sculy wouldn't do that to him, would she?
Mulder leaned forward on the old table, a groan emerging from it's wearing surface. "Tell me about my future." He said, looking strate into the woman's eyes. Cleo raised her eyebrows and leaned back. Then forward again, slamming her fist onto the table. Mulder feared the ancient table wouldn't last another reading.
"Now, I will tell you, as I have told her," Cleo nodded her head towards the waiting room. "See this card?" The card was one of the only two lighter cards Mulder had drawn. It was blue and had a naked man and a woman on a half moon at the top, there was a fountain below, and something written in sandscript or another old language at the bottom. It was quite beautiful in a way. "That is eternal friendship between a man and a woman. A level of love and respect, but not blossomed into lovers, might not ever. But friends forever. You give life for one another, and death, and stupid things, like buying lunch. Little gestures remind you bolth about how important this relationship is."
There was a tear running down Cleo's face. "Reminds me of my James!!!" She wailed. "Oh lover James! Why you leave Cleo!" Mulder's jaw was about to sweep up the floor of the room, but he kept a cool exterior to calm the crying phsycic. She stoped crying almost instantly. "Sorry, Lover-James is the deliver for the Supermarket, I don't see him untill tonight. He leaves early on his bicycle for work." Mulder had to crack a smile. "What about the other card?" He asked, curious to it's meaning.
Cleo smiled. "That," She said. "Is happiness between two, due to one another. "Soul mates" as it is sometimes called. The Yin, and the Yang." Mulder cocked his head in thought. "Twenty five dollors please." Said the large woman, clearly breaking the mood. Mulder gave her a fifty, paying for Scully and got up. As he walked out of the room, he heard the table break.
Meanwhile, Cleo was tidding up the small room. Now that she had 25$ more, she could by a new table! She had decided not to tell Mulder all, about the baby and such, and how he would be gone for sometime. Cleo also hadn't told the lady with pretty hair compleatly about the soulmate thing. She figured it would give the two lonley souls something to *talk* about. Talk for the man was like foreplay. Cleo grinned.
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*Author's note:
More to follow. The "talking" chapter, which will most-likly b R or Nc-17 for those of you out there who are following this. PLEASE, liked it/hated it, I DONT CARE! TELL ME WHY! WHAT! HOW! R/R!! ty always!
~*ALANNA*~