Half my life is in books' written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
Dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on...
Dana Scully sang the words out loud to no one in particular. She simply walked around the office in the basement of FBI Head Quarters in Washington DC. Files were all over her desk and all she had done for the past 2 hours was try to remember the words to one of her favorite songs in high school. She knew she had the song somewhere, but she couldn't remember where. Eventually she sat at her new but worn desk and smiled a lonely smile. She was the only person there, no Mulder to keep her company... She looked up at Mulder's 'I Want To Believe' poster, and tears formed in her now foggy blue eyes. In her mind swam every emotion she had ever felt. She suddenly had an urge to smoke something, anything, but wait no, she couldn't think *anything*, she had to think *cigarette*. What she had the urge to smoke was a cigarette, atleast that's what she told her mind to think. Maybe she would just skip smoking and go straight to drinking.
'Mmm, yes. Drinking with Mulder. A nice bottle of wine, maybe say, with chocolate covered strawberry's..' Her mind was wandering again and she knew she had to catch it before it got too far. She sat in her chair and mentally grabbed her mind by the hand and led it back to the inside of her skull. All she wanted to do was go home, she wanted to lay in her bed, and cry the day away.
Scully threw on her black trench coat and took the stairs to the main floor. She got in her car and drove home, narrowly missing a car accident with one of the only cars on the street at the current moment. When Scully finally reached her destination, she realized that her door was unlocked and someone was inside. Instinctively she pulled out her weapon and swiftly kicked her door open, her gun ended up pointing at a very full-handed Mulder.
"Hi Scully. I made you breakfast." He said with a full jack-assed grin. His eyes closed, nose crinkled and almost every one of his teeth showing. Then he relaxed his face and placed the food on her kitchen table as she messily threw her badge and gun next to her phone. She took off her coat and layed it over a chair, then headed for the kitchen table.
"What did you make Mulder? Macaroni and Cheese?" She said teasingly.
"You don't eat that for breakfast, silly. I made you 'Mulder's Magnificent Breakfast': pancakes, eggs, and a honey-glazed English Muffin.." Mulder said proudly, hoping to win Scully's heart.
"It looks great, but, I hope you realize that I can't eat that much."
"Well, you have to eat it. Get some meat on those bones, you are so skinny."
"And is there anything wrong with that?"
"Nope, none at all, cause I can hold you, and snap you like a twig.." They were both laughing now, and after they finished eating, they decided to watch a bit of TV, which consisted of a half hour of Charmed and an hour of ER. Charmed was about a witch named Piper dying because of some weird disease caused by a type of fruit fly, and ER was about an epileptic whore who dies while with one of the doctor's at his home. She had been drinking and snorting coke, and Scully immediately switched off the TV.
"Mulder, you wanna listen to some music?"
"Yeah, sure. You want me to get it?"
"No, that's alright, I am getting up anyway." Scully got up from her couch and went to the bathroom then washed her hands. She grabbed 2 mugs off the counter and put some fresh brewed coffee in them. She walked over to Mulder and gave him a cup, then went to the stereo and turned it on. 'Dream On' began to play and she tried to change the song. The button was broken so she turned on the radio. She heard it again, so she changed the station. 4 stations later she grabbed at the plug and tried to turn it off. The song just kept playing and finally she grabbed the whole thing and teetered it off the stand and it toppled to the ground and smashed into about 100 separate pieces.
"Geez Scully, you didn't have to break it. Hey, what's the matter?" Mulder said concerned by Scully's tears. He walked over to her and touched her shoulder and she pulled away instantly.
"Don't touch me.." Scully said to Mulder in a voice that sounded weak and defeated. Scully went into her bedroom and slammed the door shut and Mulder could hear her sobs from just outside her door.
"Scully, c'mon, what is the matter. ... Listen, if you don't answer me in 25 seconds I am coming in there. ... Only 10 seconds left Scully" When Mulder opened her door he found her with her knees to her chest and her forehead resting on her knee caps. Mulder sat on the corner of the bed and watched her.
"Scully, what's wrong?"
"'Dream On' was our song. We were on our first date, Mark and I, and as we drove to the restaurant, we heard 'Dream On' playing on his radio. That was 20 years ago, he has been dead for 17 years. Today is the anniversary of our first *real* date." Scully, wanting to feel comfort leaned over to Mulder, and he held her small body close to his as he slowly kissed her right temple and ran his fingers through her hair like he had done so many times before..
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
Dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on...
Dana Scully sang the words out loud to no one in particular. She simply walked around the office in the basement of FBI Head Quarters in Washington DC. Files were all over her desk and all she had done for the past 2 hours was try to remember the words to one of her favorite songs in high school. She knew she had the song somewhere, but she couldn't remember where. Eventually she sat at her new but worn desk and smiled a lonely smile. She was the only person there, no Mulder to keep her company... She looked up at Mulder's 'I Want To Believe' poster, and tears formed in her now foggy blue eyes. In her mind swam every emotion she had ever felt. She suddenly had an urge to smoke something, anything, but wait no, she couldn't think *anything*, she had to think *cigarette*. What she had the urge to smoke was a cigarette, atleast that's what she told her mind to think. Maybe she would just skip smoking and go straight to drinking.
'Mmm, yes. Drinking with Mulder. A nice bottle of wine, maybe say, with chocolate covered strawberry's..' Her mind was wandering again and she knew she had to catch it before it got too far. She sat in her chair and mentally grabbed her mind by the hand and led it back to the inside of her skull. All she wanted to do was go home, she wanted to lay in her bed, and cry the day away.
Scully threw on her black trench coat and took the stairs to the main floor. She got in her car and drove home, narrowly missing a car accident with one of the only cars on the street at the current moment. When Scully finally reached her destination, she realized that her door was unlocked and someone was inside. Instinctively she pulled out her weapon and swiftly kicked her door open, her gun ended up pointing at a very full-handed Mulder.
"Hi Scully. I made you breakfast." He said with a full jack-assed grin. His eyes closed, nose crinkled and almost every one of his teeth showing. Then he relaxed his face and placed the food on her kitchen table as she messily threw her badge and gun next to her phone. She took off her coat and layed it over a chair, then headed for the kitchen table.
"What did you make Mulder? Macaroni and Cheese?" She said teasingly.
"You don't eat that for breakfast, silly. I made you 'Mulder's Magnificent Breakfast': pancakes, eggs, and a honey-glazed English Muffin.." Mulder said proudly, hoping to win Scully's heart.
"It looks great, but, I hope you realize that I can't eat that much."
"Well, you have to eat it. Get some meat on those bones, you are so skinny."
"And is there anything wrong with that?"
"Nope, none at all, cause I can hold you, and snap you like a twig.." They were both laughing now, and after they finished eating, they decided to watch a bit of TV, which consisted of a half hour of Charmed and an hour of ER. Charmed was about a witch named Piper dying because of some weird disease caused by a type of fruit fly, and ER was about an epileptic whore who dies while with one of the doctor's at his home. She had been drinking and snorting coke, and Scully immediately switched off the TV.
"Mulder, you wanna listen to some music?"
"Yeah, sure. You want me to get it?"
"No, that's alright, I am getting up anyway." Scully got up from her couch and went to the bathroom then washed her hands. She grabbed 2 mugs off the counter and put some fresh brewed coffee in them. She walked over to Mulder and gave him a cup, then went to the stereo and turned it on. 'Dream On' began to play and she tried to change the song. The button was broken so she turned on the radio. She heard it again, so she changed the station. 4 stations later she grabbed at the plug and tried to turn it off. The song just kept playing and finally she grabbed the whole thing and teetered it off the stand and it toppled to the ground and smashed into about 100 separate pieces.
"Geez Scully, you didn't have to break it. Hey, what's the matter?" Mulder said concerned by Scully's tears. He walked over to her and touched her shoulder and she pulled away instantly.
"Don't touch me.." Scully said to Mulder in a voice that sounded weak and defeated. Scully went into her bedroom and slammed the door shut and Mulder could hear her sobs from just outside her door.
"Scully, c'mon, what is the matter. ... Listen, if you don't answer me in 25 seconds I am coming in there. ... Only 10 seconds left Scully" When Mulder opened her door he found her with her knees to her chest and her forehead resting on her knee caps. Mulder sat on the corner of the bed and watched her.
"Scully, what's wrong?"
"'Dream On' was our song. We were on our first date, Mark and I, and as we drove to the restaurant, we heard 'Dream On' playing on his radio. That was 20 years ago, he has been dead for 17 years. Today is the anniversary of our first *real* date." Scully, wanting to feel comfort leaned over to Mulder, and he held her small body close to his as he slowly kissed her right temple and ran his fingers through her hair like he had done so many times before..
