Tittle: Fighting the Future~Predictions part 5/6?7?
Author: Alanna diAblo
Rating: PG (Alanna gets cleaned up, lol)
Spoilers: The Field Where I Died (I haven't even seen this one, but I know how it goes. It won't be that big.) and Arcadia near the end.
Summary: Mulder and Scully go back to Mulder's appartment, and talk about the validy of Cleo's predictions. And have a little fun with food...
Authors Note: See end.
"Love is just love."
~Masimo, The wedding Planner
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The door groaned as Mulder pushed it open, causing Scully to squint and wish she could cover her ears. This however was not possible. Mulder had finaly decided to go grocery shopping, leaving them loaded down with bags. Scully could swear that two of the three she was carring where full of different ice cream flavors.
Mulder lets Scully in first then followed suit, passing her as he charged into the kitchen. "What flavor will it be Scully?" He asked, as she eased her bags onto the kitchen floor. Scully eyed the selection; S.N.A.F.U, Everything But The..., Phish Food and Cherry Garcia. Mulder seemed to like Ben and Jerry's. "Cherry Garcia sounds...more appealing." Scully, who hadn't been accustum to the ways of strange ice cream since College, the Phish Food still seemed a little a-vant-garde.
Mulder opened what seemed like every drawer and subbord in his kitchen untill he founds two, un-matching, spoons. He carefully scooped Scully's into a chipped bowl. Taking a pint of S.N.A.F.U, he then tossed the lid, just missing the trash can, and began eating it right out of the carton. He handed Scully her bowl. "Thanks." Scully murmered into her bowl.
Mulder decided to break the silence. "So, what was your future Scully?" Mulder asked as he sunk into the couch next to her. "Well," She started. "It wasn't all my future, and besides, it isn't real. Pshycic's are entertainers. I mean- it says so in the comercials!"
Too much day time t.v.
Was Mulder's initial reaction.
"But Scully, she told me so much that was true. It was like she new what I was thinking. Besides, didn't you yourself say that her reading was "so real"?" Scully looked at her feet and shook her head. Sometimes Mulder wanted to carry his tape-reccorder with him at all times so he could prove things like this. "Scully," He said softly, putting a hand on her back. "She told me things about my past. About my father, Samantha, everything." Scully sighed. "Did she upset you? Some people find facing their past hard.."
Scully looked up at him, then looked down again. Mulder heard her mutter somthing that sounded like: "facing the future", but knew it wasn't for his ears. He trusted her and knew she would tell him when she was ready.
He had finnished his pint, and decided he was still hungry. Pushing from the back of the sofa, he slowly got up and slanked into the kitchen. "You want anymore?" Mulder called back to her. There was no response. "Scully?" He went back to the living room, afraid somthing had gone wrong. "Scully? You OK?" She was sitting his her head in her hands, still gazing downwards. Mulder draped an arm around her. She wasn't crying, but appeared to be upset.
She looked up into his comforting eyes. "I'm fine Mulder." She said tiredly. At his questionable look she then added: "Seriously. Just... I don't understand Mulder. How could she have known so much? And I feel guilty about accusing you of calling her in advance. I know now that you didn't. I trust you, and--and she knew some things that I haven't told anyone. Not even you."
"She told me some things like that too." Mulder simply added. They bolth knew what question hung in the air, but none wanted to answear it.
"She told me about Emily, how I had been lied to, I didn't trust anyone- but you." Scully seemed to know what Mulder was curious about. But then- how could she not, she too had questions. Mulder took a deep breath, knowing what he had to say would be difficult.
"She was telling me of a great friend that would never leave. Another soul who was supposed to be with mine for all of eternity. That it was a woman who was oppisite me, but yet still similar. Yin and Yang. That us together was the equvilant of the same person. Scully looked at him, and weakly smiled. Mulder met her gaze with a warm smile, his dark brown eyes seemed to be wrapping around her own. He cradled her head with his hands. "Is there enough work in the X-files to prove this is valid?" He asked, teasing her.
Scully smiled, touched. She leaned in and held Mulder to her. A little surprised, but smilling, Mulder then asked: "Ditto?" Scully pulled back a little bit so so she could look at his face. "Yeah." Mulder pulled her into his arms again. "See, I do believe." Scully said into his chest. Mulder's smiled widened and he kissed the top of her head gently. "Oh," Mulder said, breaking the silence, then putting a hand on Scully's cheek. "Guess what I rented last night? Steel Magnolia's, you wanna watch?"
Scully cocked her head and grinned. "Aww, you remembered." Mulder's eyebrow's raised. "Was that sincere?" She nodded in reply. "'Cause if it wasn't woman, your cooking tonight!" Scully ran into the kitchen and came back, pasta box in hand. She then threw it at Mulder's head. "Woman!!" He shouted and ran after her.
Author: Alanna diAblo
Rating: PG (Alanna gets cleaned up, lol)
Spoilers: The Field Where I Died (I haven't even seen this one, but I know how it goes. It won't be that big.) and Arcadia near the end.
Summary: Mulder and Scully go back to Mulder's appartment, and talk about the validy of Cleo's predictions. And have a little fun with food...
Authors Note: See end.
"Love is just love."
~Masimo, The wedding Planner
~*XxX*~*XxX*~*XxX*~*XxX*~*XxX*~*XxX*~*XxX*~*XxX*~
The door groaned as Mulder pushed it open, causing Scully to squint and wish she could cover her ears. This however was not possible. Mulder had finaly decided to go grocery shopping, leaving them loaded down with bags. Scully could swear that two of the three she was carring where full of different ice cream flavors.
Mulder lets Scully in first then followed suit, passing her as he charged into the kitchen. "What flavor will it be Scully?" He asked, as she eased her bags onto the kitchen floor. Scully eyed the selection; S.N.A.F.U, Everything But The..., Phish Food and Cherry Garcia. Mulder seemed to like Ben and Jerry's. "Cherry Garcia sounds...more appealing." Scully, who hadn't been accustum to the ways of strange ice cream since College, the Phish Food still seemed a little a-vant-garde.
Mulder opened what seemed like every drawer and subbord in his kitchen untill he founds two, un-matching, spoons. He carefully scooped Scully's into a chipped bowl. Taking a pint of S.N.A.F.U, he then tossed the lid, just missing the trash can, and began eating it right out of the carton. He handed Scully her bowl. "Thanks." Scully murmered into her bowl.
Mulder decided to break the silence. "So, what was your future Scully?" Mulder asked as he sunk into the couch next to her. "Well," She started. "It wasn't all my future, and besides, it isn't real. Pshycic's are entertainers. I mean- it says so in the comercials!"
Too much day time t.v.
Was Mulder's initial reaction.
"But Scully, she told me so much that was true. It was like she new what I was thinking. Besides, didn't you yourself say that her reading was "so real"?" Scully looked at her feet and shook her head. Sometimes Mulder wanted to carry his tape-reccorder with him at all times so he could prove things like this. "Scully," He said softly, putting a hand on her back. "She told me things about my past. About my father, Samantha, everything." Scully sighed. "Did she upset you? Some people find facing their past hard.."
Scully looked up at him, then looked down again. Mulder heard her mutter somthing that sounded like: "facing the future", but knew it wasn't for his ears. He trusted her and knew she would tell him when she was ready.
He had finnished his pint, and decided he was still hungry. Pushing from the back of the sofa, he slowly got up and slanked into the kitchen. "You want anymore?" Mulder called back to her. There was no response. "Scully?" He went back to the living room, afraid somthing had gone wrong. "Scully? You OK?" She was sitting his her head in her hands, still gazing downwards. Mulder draped an arm around her. She wasn't crying, but appeared to be upset.
She looked up into his comforting eyes. "I'm fine Mulder." She said tiredly. At his questionable look she then added: "Seriously. Just... I don't understand Mulder. How could she have known so much? And I feel guilty about accusing you of calling her in advance. I know now that you didn't. I trust you, and--and she knew some things that I haven't told anyone. Not even you."
"She told me some things like that too." Mulder simply added. They bolth knew what question hung in the air, but none wanted to answear it.
"She told me about Emily, how I had been lied to, I didn't trust anyone- but you." Scully seemed to know what Mulder was curious about. But then- how could she not, she too had questions. Mulder took a deep breath, knowing what he had to say would be difficult.
"She was telling me of a great friend that would never leave. Another soul who was supposed to be with mine for all of eternity. That it was a woman who was oppisite me, but yet still similar. Yin and Yang. That us together was the equvilant of the same person. Scully looked at him, and weakly smiled. Mulder met her gaze with a warm smile, his dark brown eyes seemed to be wrapping around her own. He cradled her head with his hands. "Is there enough work in the X-files to prove this is valid?" He asked, teasing her.
Scully smiled, touched. She leaned in and held Mulder to her. A little surprised, but smilling, Mulder then asked: "Ditto?" Scully pulled back a little bit so so she could look at his face. "Yeah." Mulder pulled her into his arms again. "See, I do believe." Scully said into his chest. Mulder's smiled widened and he kissed the top of her head gently. "Oh," Mulder said, breaking the silence, then putting a hand on Scully's cheek. "Guess what I rented last night? Steel Magnolia's, you wanna watch?"
Scully cocked her head and grinned. "Aww, you remembered." Mulder's eyebrow's raised. "Was that sincere?" She nodded in reply. "'Cause if it wasn't woman, your cooking tonight!" Scully ran into the kitchen and came back, pasta box in hand. She then threw it at Mulder's head. "Woman!!" He shouted and ran after her.