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From: tara@unm.edu (Tara O'Shea)
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Subject: Clouds
Date: 11 Sep 1994 22:05:30 -0600
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This was written by a friend of a friend, who does not have an email
account. I can forward all comments to her, tho.


Tara

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Clouds
by Mary Jane


Mulder watched as the clouds rolled into place. There were
dark, forboding clouds; white, fluffy clouds; smokey, grey
clouds. Since he was a child, Mulder loved the rain, especially
the smell of rain. He heaved a sigh and let the blinds fall back
against the window. He didn't love the rain this time. The
emptiness flowed through him and filled him. It had been a month
since the X-Files were disbanded... a very depressing month. He
hadn't seen Scully since they cleaned out their office and he
missed her dreadfully.
He sat on the windowsill and watched the rain hit the ground
outside. After a restless moment he lifted the phone out of his
lap and looked at it intently, almost as if he expected the
number to dial itself. Mulder hesitated for a moment and then
dialed. Ring... ri...
"Hello?"
He was shocked that there was an answer. It had been so
long since anyone picked up that line that he hadn't really
expected anyone to this time.
"Hello?"
"S-scully?" he asked shakily.
"Yes. Who...? Mulder?"
"Yeah, it's me." There was a long silence as they both
waited for the other to say something. Mulder finally took the
bull by the horns and spoke. "It's good to hear your voice." He
mentally kicked himself. Good one, Mulder... keep it up and she
might even hang up on you.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" she asked rhetorically.
"How have you been?"
"Busy. Skinner hasn't let me have a minute to breathe.
How're you holding up?"
"Oh you know me. I'm always busy." She answered far too
quickly. She fidgeted for a moment, knowing what was about to
come.
"Bullshit. I know you better than that. Come on, Dana,
spill." Mulder knew that after they had been separated, Scully
had been assigned to push papers for the forensics department.
She hated to be stuck behind a desk instead of getting her hands
dirty, so to speak.
"I'm fine, really."
"Who are you trying to kid? I've seen your psyche profile,
Scully. You're not fine. You're stuck in a job you hate. Your
nightmares are getting worse. And to top it off, you haven't
returned any of my calls. That isn't like you. Can we meet
somewhere and talk?" he asked hopefully. Mulder didn't want to
be alone on this bleak Sunday afternoon and he knew that Scully
probably could use some friendly company.
"Oh, alright. But I'm warning you, I'm probably not very
good company right now," she said.
"That's okay. Where do you want to meet?"
"You pick."
"How about The Park?"
"Okay. I'll see you in an hour." She hung up before he
could say anything else. He stared at the phone for a minute and
then clicked it off.

Scully was sitting on a bench by the water, watching the
patterns the rain made. She didn't see Mulder walk up and was a
little surprised when he sat down next to her.
"Hi," he said quietly.
"Hi, yourself." They sat in silence watching the rain. She
was glad she agreed to meet him. His presence filled her with a
feeling of security and comfort.
"God I've missed you," she whispered. Her eyes filled with
tears. Mulder put his arm around her shoulder.
"I've missed you too." Mulder pulled a thermos out of his
briefcase and poured them each a cup of coffee. She took a sip
and leaned against him. She wondered why she had ignored his
calls for so long. She kept all the messages he had left on her
machine and played them back whenever she was down. These days,
that was more often than not.
"Penny for your thoughts," he said softly.
"I was just thinking about all the cases we worked on and
how much I miss it. Do you think you'll get the X-Files back?"
He wanted to tell her yes, but he couldn't bring himself to
be so optimistic. "I don't know. But if I do, you'll be the
first to know, partner." He was thoughtful for a moment. "Hey,
Dana?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think we could do this more often?"
"I'd like that." They sat in silence on the bench just
drawing strength from each other. The clouds parted slightly and
the park was bathed in a single ray of light.


The End
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