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New! Dividing by Stonewar (1of1)
Date:
Sun, 18 Jul 1999 20:46:16 -0500
From:
Stonewar stonewar@navix.net
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New! Dividing by Stonewar (1of1)
Dividing by Stonewar
Disclaimer: Yeah, right like anybody reads my stuff, let alone Fox's
lawyers..
Category: S
Classification: Future, Mulder/Scully married (but they only
mentioned)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Archive: I'll do Gossamer .Auto Archives OK. Others ask me.
Feedback: I am too proud to beg, but I shoot will pitiful looks in
your direction
Summary: Academy
Series Timeline is running in reverse chronological order
"Golden Days", "A Passed Torch" (or "A Torch Passed" depending where
you look), "Climbing"
**************************************************
FBI Academy
Quantico, VA
Kat released a sigh of relief as she entered the air conditioned
lounge of the dormitory. It was hot. It was humid. It was August. And
she had just finished the obstacle course. She was soaked and the hair
at the back of her neck and forehead was dripping with sweat. She had
positioned herself directly beneath the vent to get the highest
exposure of the icy blast when she noticed a head of curly red hair
out of the corner of her eye.
In the far corner of the lounge a woman sat with her head down on the
table. As Kat approached she heard a sniffle from beneath the curtain
of auburn locks.
"Samadan, What's wrong?" Kat asked rubbing the woman's back.
"Don't call me that!" She croaked, her face buried in her arms.
"Fine. Saman*tha*, Wipe your face and tell me why you are bawling in
the lounge instead of in the privacy of your room." She replied in a
mock stern tone, handing her sister a tissue from a box at the next
table.
Samantha took the offered tissue as she rolled her eyes. Kat dropped
into the next chair as waited.
Samma cleared her throat. "I fainted."
"That's understandable with heat and all--"
"During the autopsy." She interrupted.
"Oh, honey!" Kat exclaimed in sympathy clasping her sister in a
comforting hug.
To the outside observer this wasn't the tragedy she was making it out
to be, since an average of three cadets of either faint or throw-up at
the autopsy presentation each term. For Samantha Scully-Mulder it was
yet another nail in the coffin of her ambition to follow in her
mother's footsteps. Kat was only surprised she had fainted rather than
losing her lunch. Like she did when she dissected earthworms in
elementary school, frogs in middle school and fetal pigs in high
school. She was clearly not cut out for medicine. So she had stuck to
chemistry (no cutting, no oozing fluids) and pursued the FBI in
earnest. Unlike Kat who expressed no interest in such things until the
the FBI came to recruit her after completing law school.
Samma pulled away from her sister's embrace wrinkling her nose,
"you're all sweaty."
"Duh." was Kat's only response not wanting to dignify such an obvious
observation with an explanation.
"Was it hard?" She asked changing the subject. "My section is
scheduled to run the course in the morning."
"Lucky you. It was the afternoon heat that made it unbearable." Kat
commented smoothing her sweaty hair from her forehead.
"Hey, Mul- uh Scul-Mul.....Hey." A classmate called from the doorway
stumbling over their name.
"Johahn." "Hey, " They greeted.
The slightly embarrassed classmate waved and continued onto his room.
"That's not the first time that has happened," Kat pointed out.
"It going to continue since we have chosen a field where are often
identified solely by our surname. Our hyphenated name is difficult to
wrap your lips around."
Kat chuffed a stifled laugh as she tried to keep from smiling at
Samma's inadvertent innuendo.
"Kat, that is so juvenile."
"I didn't say anything."
"No, but you were thinking it."
"Obviously so were you since you caught it so quickly," she defended.
"Anyway," Samma drawled, rolling her eyes. "The last name thing."
"Do you think we should just pick one and be done with it?"
"Seems logical. So...Same name or different ones?"
"I vote different. I don't want to risk hurting Mom or Dad's feelings.
You got a quarter? We can flip to see who gets Mulder and who gets
Scully." Kat suggested jumping up to search her pockets.
Samma just shook her head at her sister's antics "And they call me the
flighty one," She muttered. 'Running in the heat must have effected
her brain,' she thought wryly. "Kat!" she called as she grabbed her
arm yanking her back down to her seat. "Its seems obvious to me. I'm
Scully, you're Mulder. I'm going into forensics, you're bucking for
field agent. My middle name is Dana, Yours is Fox."
"Fine. spoil my fun. I'm going to shower since that's all settled."
Kat announced airily rising from the table.
"I'll walk with you. I should be studying for the Constitutional law
final anyway." She said following her sister.
"Ah, The spooky twins just who I was looking for." Said a deep voice
behind them.
They turned as one to face the instructor who had addressed them.
Everyone else seemed to like him but for some reason he had taken an
instant dislike to the two of them. Angry flames started to flare in
Samma's hazel eyes living up to her hair's reputation.
"Better luck next time, girls," He smiled, handing them the papers
they had written for his procedures course.
It was Kat's turn to shoot daggers of ice from her blue eyes when she
saw the low grade he had given them. She put a restraining hand on
Samma's shoulder as he turned to go. It seemed he had made the special
trip just for that errand.
"Asshole!" Samma growled, "a D! What did you get?"
"C minus." Kat answered calmly.
"C minus! Yours is worth at least an A minus." Samma continued to
rant. "And how did he know we are twins?"
"He probably doesn't. Don't worry we'll go over his head and appeal.
As soon as Mom heard his name she warned me we might have trouble
with him," She confided. "He's nobody. Procedures is where old agents
are dumped before they retire."
"Spooky twins," Samma muttered again.
"Hon," Kat said to her twin sister, "Enjoy it. It's the last time
you'll be called that."
"Why do you say that?"
"You're not a Mulder anymore, *Scully*."
----------------------------------------------
"Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds"
--"Self-Reliance" Ralph Waldo Emerson (misquoted)
Stonewar's Reality
http://www.geocites.com/Area51/Nebula/5512
----------------------------------------------
New! Dividing by Stonewar (1of1)
Date:
Sun, 18 Jul 1999 20:46:16 -0500
From:
Stonewar stonewar@navix.net
To:
"xff-atxc@lists.x-philes.com" xff-atxc@lists.x-philes.com, "xfc@onelist.com" xfc@onelist.com,
"submissions@x-philes.com" submissions@x-philes.com
New! Dividing by Stonewar (1of1)
Dividing by Stonewar
Disclaimer: Yeah, right like anybody reads my stuff, let alone Fox's
lawyers..
Category: S
Classification: Future, Mulder/Scully married (but they only
mentioned)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Archive: I'll do Gossamer .Auto Archives OK. Others ask me.
Feedback: I am too proud to beg, but I shoot will pitiful looks in
your direction
Summary: Academy
Series Timeline is running in reverse chronological order
"Golden Days", "A Passed Torch" (or "A Torch Passed" depending where
you look), "Climbing"
**************************************************
FBI Academy
Quantico, VA
Kat released a sigh of relief as she entered the air conditioned
lounge of the dormitory. It was hot. It was humid. It was August. And
she had just finished the obstacle course. She was soaked and the hair
at the back of her neck and forehead was dripping with sweat. She had
positioned herself directly beneath the vent to get the highest
exposure of the icy blast when she noticed a head of curly red hair
out of the corner of her eye.
In the far corner of the lounge a woman sat with her head down on the
table. As Kat approached she heard a sniffle from beneath the curtain
of auburn locks.
"Samadan, What's wrong?" Kat asked rubbing the woman's back.
"Don't call me that!" She croaked, her face buried in her arms.
"Fine. Saman*tha*, Wipe your face and tell me why you are bawling in
the lounge instead of in the privacy of your room." She replied in a
mock stern tone, handing her sister a tissue from a box at the next
table.
Samantha took the offered tissue as she rolled her eyes. Kat dropped
into the next chair as waited.
Samma cleared her throat. "I fainted."
"That's understandable with heat and all--"
"During the autopsy." She interrupted.
"Oh, honey!" Kat exclaimed in sympathy clasping her sister in a
comforting hug.
To the outside observer this wasn't the tragedy she was making it out
to be, since an average of three cadets of either faint or throw-up at
the autopsy presentation each term. For Samantha Scully-Mulder it was
yet another nail in the coffin of her ambition to follow in her
mother's footsteps. Kat was only surprised she had fainted rather than
losing her lunch. Like she did when she dissected earthworms in
elementary school, frogs in middle school and fetal pigs in high
school. She was clearly not cut out for medicine. So she had stuck to
chemistry (no cutting, no oozing fluids) and pursued the FBI in
earnest. Unlike Kat who expressed no interest in such things until the
the FBI came to recruit her after completing law school.
Samma pulled away from her sister's embrace wrinkling her nose,
"you're all sweaty."
"Duh." was Kat's only response not wanting to dignify such an obvious
observation with an explanation.
"Was it hard?" She asked changing the subject. "My section is
scheduled to run the course in the morning."
"Lucky you. It was the afternoon heat that made it unbearable." Kat
commented smoothing her sweaty hair from her forehead.
"Hey, Mul- uh Scul-Mul.....Hey." A classmate called from the doorway
stumbling over their name.
"Johahn." "Hey, " They greeted.
The slightly embarrassed classmate waved and continued onto his room.
"That's not the first time that has happened," Kat pointed out.
"It going to continue since we have chosen a field where are often
identified solely by our surname. Our hyphenated name is difficult to
wrap your lips around."
Kat chuffed a stifled laugh as she tried to keep from smiling at
Samma's inadvertent innuendo.
"Kat, that is so juvenile."
"I didn't say anything."
"No, but you were thinking it."
"Obviously so were you since you caught it so quickly," she defended.
"Anyway," Samma drawled, rolling her eyes. "The last name thing."
"Do you think we should just pick one and be done with it?"
"Seems logical. So...Same name or different ones?"
"I vote different. I don't want to risk hurting Mom or Dad's feelings.
You got a quarter? We can flip to see who gets Mulder and who gets
Scully." Kat suggested jumping up to search her pockets.
Samma just shook her head at her sister's antics "And they call me the
flighty one," She muttered. 'Running in the heat must have effected
her brain,' she thought wryly. "Kat!" she called as she grabbed her
arm yanking her back down to her seat. "Its seems obvious to me. I'm
Scully, you're Mulder. I'm going into forensics, you're bucking for
field agent. My middle name is Dana, Yours is Fox."
"Fine. spoil my fun. I'm going to shower since that's all settled."
Kat announced airily rising from the table.
"I'll walk with you. I should be studying for the Constitutional law
final anyway." She said following her sister.
"Ah, The spooky twins just who I was looking for." Said a deep voice
behind them.
They turned as one to face the instructor who had addressed them.
Everyone else seemed to like him but for some reason he had taken an
instant dislike to the two of them. Angry flames started to flare in
Samma's hazel eyes living up to her hair's reputation.
"Better luck next time, girls," He smiled, handing them the papers
they had written for his procedures course.
It was Kat's turn to shoot daggers of ice from her blue eyes when she
saw the low grade he had given them. She put a restraining hand on
Samma's shoulder as he turned to go. It seemed he had made the special
trip just for that errand.
"Asshole!" Samma growled, "a D! What did you get?"
"C minus." Kat answered calmly.
"C minus! Yours is worth at least an A minus." Samma continued to
rant. "And how did he know we are twins?"
"He probably doesn't. Don't worry we'll go over his head and appeal.
As soon as Mom heard his name she warned me we might have trouble
with him," She confided. "He's nobody. Procedures is where old agents
are dumped before they retire."
"Spooky twins," Samma muttered again.
"Hon," Kat said to her twin sister, "Enjoy it. It's the last time
you'll be called that."
"Why do you say that?"
"You're not a Mulder anymore, *Scully*."
----------------------------------------------
"Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds"
--"Self-Reliance" Ralph Waldo Emerson (misquoted)
Stonewar's Reality
http://www.geocites.com/Area51/Nebula/5512
----------------------------------------------
