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Tue, 27 Jul 1999 20:45:19 -0500

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Finding by Stonewar

Disclaimer: Yeah, right like anybody reads my stuff, let alone Fox's

lawyers..

Category: S

Classification: Future, Mulder/Scully married

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: teen years

Series Timeline is running in reverse chronological order

"Golden Days", "A Passed Torch" (or "A Torch Passed" depending where

you look), "Climbing", "Dividing."

(bonus vignette at the end)

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Fox Mulder entered his kitchen through the garage with a basketball

under his arm. Like Cary Grant, he seemed to grow handsomer with age.

His hair is now tipped with silver and his glassed are sporting

thicker lenses these days, but he still had the childlike enthusiasm

that people claimed made his such a good father when that blessing was

granted him at the ripe old age of 40.

He walked to the refrigerator and peaked inside to see if anything new

was added since he looked last. As he opened the door he lost this

grip on the ball and it bounced to the floor. He gave it a few

dribbles before wedging it under his arm again.

"Mulder! Cut it out!" Scully bellowed from the basement below him.

He whispered a meek 'Oops' to himself and made his way into the living

room. Feet dangling over the back of the couch at waist level halted

his progress. Samma was laying on the couch upside down reading

Dragons of Eden by Carl Sagan. enthralled as she always was by the

written word.

He called her name but she didn't respond. So, he ran a finger along

the sole of her foot making her toes curl and called her name again.

"Huh?" she responded absently not looking up from her book.

"It's a nice day. Wanna shoot some hoops."

"Naw."

"Oh. alright. Where's Kat?"

"Huh?"

"Where's your sister?" He enunciated slowly.

"In the Attic. Looking for dress-up clothes."

"Isn't 17 a little old to play dress-up?"

"For work," she explained, turning the page of her book.

"Ah, for work." He repeated as he turned to go up the stairs. Sure

enough at the top of the fight, the ladder to the attic was down. He

parked his basketball beside it and climbed the ladder.

Kat had worked for the local YMCA's after school program and summer

day camps since she was 15. She was dedicated and great with the

kids. She was going to make a great teacher one day.

The dressers and boxes Mulder encountered in the attic showed evidence

of being rifled through. He nearly tripped over the grocery sack of

clothes she had collected, but there was no sign of Kat.

In the far corner he heard the rustle of paper from behind a tall row

of file boxes and walked over to investigate. Behind the cardboard

wall Kat sat on the floor flipping through the pages of a candy

striped folder. She looked startled when she heard him brush against

the boxes. She closed the file she was reading and handed it to him.

"That's the story you told at our bluebird camp out. Its true. All the

stories you told us were true, aren't they." She asked, a little

stunned.

He took the file from her hand and looked at it. Mini glowing bugs.

The first of several disastrous ' nice trips to the forest.'

"They're all true," He agreed. "All cases your Mother and I

investigated together." He gestured to the twelve boxes stacked next

to him. "All of these are more of the same. I rescued them from the

shredder after they were sent to digital archives a couple of years

ago."

"Even the hibernating elastic man?" She asked, eyes wide.

"Yep...Tooms." He answered, pulling a lid of one of the boxes and

found the Tooms file. "What really happened was much scarier than the

bedtime story I concocted." He confided as he hunkered down next to

her and opened the file across their laps.

***

Scully emerged from the basement with a tray of seedlings she was

forcing in her potting area under the stairs. She sat the tray on the

kitchen table and popped her head into the garage looking for husband

who promised to help her plant the vegetable garden. She noticed

Samma's feet hang over the back of the couch as she entered the

living room.

Knowing better than to try to talk to her while she was reading she

lightly drew her fingernail along the arch of Samma's foot. Samma

twitched and squealed, "Stop!"

Scully playfully shoved her daughter's legs off the couch and

admonished, "Sit correctly. Where's your Father?"

"Looking for Kat." Samma answered picking up her book again which her

Mother leaned over the back of the couch and snatched away.

"And Where is Kat?"

"Attic." She answered and this time was rewarded with the return of

her book.

"Are you enjoying that?" Scully nodded toward the book.

""It's OK. Not as advanced as I thought. Its all it layman's terms."

"Science for the everyman...The attic, you said?"

"Yeah?" she murmured engrossed in her book again.

Scully nodded and headed upstairs.

***

"Dad! you are so BAD!" Kat laughed hiding her face in the file she was

reading.

"What now?" He sighed good naturedly. The file boxes were no longer in

3 by 4 stacks but were scattered on the floor, lids off and files

pulled out.

"This is the fourth reprimand I've found in as many files."

"What can I say? I was misunderstood," He shrugged with a disarming

grin.

"Uh-huh," She grunted not believing him.

He was holding a file that took place on a college campus...Rats and

cats and Yahey. It reminded him of something he needed to ask her.

"Have you been thinking of what schools you want to apply to?"

"I audited a few classes at Georgetown last week."

"Thinking of staying near home, huh?"

"Its just one of several really. MacAlister, Northwestern, Harvard."

She added reaching for another file.

"They have good teacher's education programs?"

"Teaching? I'm not going into teaching. I'm leaning toward Political

Science or Law."

"I guess I should know better than to assume." he said mostly to

himself, "But you've always worked at the Y."

"Where else would I be paid minimum wage to play basketball after

school?" She responded with a grin.

"How practical of you," Scully observed, joining them. "You are going

to put this back the way you found it, aren't you, Mulder?" She asked

survey the mess at her feet.

"Nah, That's what kids are for."

"DAD!"

The End

Almost..........

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2001

"Okay, Dana, ready to count noses?" The technician asked with wand of

the sonogram poised just above Scully's gel slathered belly. Without

waiting for an answer she continued to move the appliance across her

patient's abdomen while looking intently at the monitor. "I see on

your chart you've had four embryos implanted.Now don't get your hopes

too high. Its rare that they all take" She warned.

"We understand," Mulder assured the tech, squeezing Scully's hand.

"Here goes nothing," She announced and and focused on the monitor once

again. A smile bloomed on her face as she shot the couple a

mischievous look. She turned the monitor to face them. "Well, kids, it

looks like its twins.....Wanna know their sexes?"

Scully and Mulder nodded in unison. "They are little young yet to know

accurately, but," she moved the wand again just to make sure

"....Unless they are hiding something, they appear to be girls." She

pressed a button to print the image for them. "Got any names picked

out yet?" She asked as she handed Scully a paper towel to wipe away

the gel.

"Hundreds." Mulder chuckled.

"But we'll probably choose something traditional." Scully admitted.

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