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xfc: New! Finding by Stonewar (1of1)
Date:
Tue, 27 Jul 1999 20:45:19 -0500
From:
Stonewar stonewar@navix.net
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From: Stonewar stonewar@navix.net
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)
********************************************
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..........
________|
|___.
|
\/
***
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.
--
----------------------------------------------
"Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds"
--"Self-Reliance" Ralph Waldo Emerson (misquoted)
Stonewar's Reality
http://www.geocites.com/Area51/Nebula/5512
----------------------------------------------
xfc: New! Finding by Stonewar (1of1)
Date:
Tue, 27 Jul 1999 20:45:19 -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
From: Stonewar stonewar@navix.net
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)
********************************************
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..........
________|
|___.
|
\/
***
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.
--
----------------------------------------------
"Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds"
--"Self-Reliance" Ralph Waldo Emerson (misquoted)
Stonewar's Reality
http://www.geocites.com/Area51/Nebula/5512
----------------------------------------------
