Title: Don't Rain On My Parade
Author: Heather Horn
Rating: PG-13
Category: MSR
Spoilers: Rain King
Archive: I think I'll take door number one, Monte. Yes! Y...E...S... Just make sure that my name's attached and we'll all be one big, happy family.
Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, the X-Files and all relating characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. I am not making any money off of this. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Summary: Scully catches Mulder kissing Sheila, which upsets her greatly. But trust me, it all ends happily ever after. :-)
Notes: I decided to write this because when I saw "Rain King" I had read all of the spoilers and was very worked up. I mean that. About three hours before the show I started running around my house, screaming, "Shippy! Shippy!" Afterwards I was walking around my house swearing at my stuffed animals wishing that they were together. I've got to stop reading spoilers! *g*
Sometimes, I just get so damn tired of being calm, irrational Scully.
I just want to throw all my science and logic out the window and run to Mulder, hug him, kiss him, never let him go.
Does he love me?
I know I love him.
Does he know that?
I hope not.
I would die of embarrassment if he did.
But a little part of me hopes that he does.
He hasn't been on a date for awhile now, I know that.
I wish with all my heart that someday I could be Mrs. Dana Katherine Mulder.
These thoughts in mind, I walk into the TV station to get Mulder before our plane leaves. As I enter an office, I see Mulder kissing a chubby, blond girl, Sheila. My face is full of shock and sorrow as I turn and run out of the building. Mulder looks up just in time to see me leaving. I go back home, and pay a visit to my mom.
I always thought that he loved me.
He has saved me so many times; I owe him my life.
I guess I was wrong to think he loves me.
I tell Mom not to give me my phone calls,
Tell him I was sick, dead, anything.
However, Mulder has been calling me at Mom's house, my apartment, and the office day and night, having flowers and candy sent everyday. So finally, on the third day, I step outside of Mom's house and sat next to him on the bench.
"Scully, please, just here me out. I didn't want to kiss Sheila. Her ex-boyfriend was picking on her, I stopped it and she kissed me. It was horrible. Please Scully, you know I love you."
"You do?" I ask softly, my eyes open wide.
"You didn't know that?"
"Now I do. I love you too, Mulder. You mean the world to me. You're the only one I trust."
Mulder strokes my cheek, his thumb gently holding my chin up. Then he kisses me. It's like I'm in Heaven. His lips are magical, and they are pressed against mine. I am floating on a cloud.
"Mulder, when was the last time you were on a date?" I ask suddenly, not able to stop the words from tumbling out of my mouth. Mulder doesn't seem offended, though.
"Everyday with you is like a date, Dana, every single day for the past six years." He answers, and I know he was telling the truth. I just know these things.
I smile and kiss his forehead, then look up just in time to see two people standing in the window. My Mother and Bill Jr. My Mother was smiling, however Bill was scowling at Mulder like he was, well, an alien. Sure. Fine. Whatever. It was typical of Bill. Screw him. I love Mulder and he loves me. Nothing could change that, not even my big brother.
"Hey, Scully, uh, what do you say about going back? There's a high school reunion tonight, and we could check out all the usual suspects."
"Sure, just let me get my things." I say, quickly embracing him, then running inside, smirking at Bill as I pass him and Mom.
We arrive in Kroner; Kansas about an hour before the reunion begins. We check back into the motel, but as before, there is only one available room. This time, however that is a good thing. A very good thing.
I change into a long, flowing black dress and pinned my hair to one side. Slip on my three-inch heels, and I'm ready roll. When I waltz out of the bathroom, Mulder whistles.
"Hey good-looking', what's your name?" He teases.
"You can just me FBI woman. F...B...I..." I retort.
Mulder looks so handsome in his tux! I had never seen him in a tuxedo before, and Lord is he hot!
Mulder pins a corsage on my dress, and a kiss on my lips.
We walk into the high school, and go see how Holman was holding out.
"The weather - it's all for Sheila. And she doesn't love me!" He sobs.
"Is that why it's raining cats and dogs?" I ask cautiously.
He nods.
I look around. Cindy and Daryl are talking, and Sheila is walking into the ladies room.
"Hey, Scully," Mulder whispers. "Why don't you take Sheila and I'll take Holman."
I nod and walked off to the bathroom.
Mulder's wish is my command.
I would walk to the end of the Earth for him.
Instead I walk to the bathroom.
"Sheila," I say, clearing my throat. "My partner has a theory and even though I don't share his belief I feel that, given the circumstances you should hear his theory because it involves you and Holman. Agent Mulder believes that the drought, this storm, these bizarre set of weather conditions that have plagued you over the years are... are caused by Holman. Specifically, that... that his emotions are somehow manifesting themselves in the weather and Agent Mulder believes that-that Holman is... unwittingly destroying this town because of his unspoken love for you."
"You love him, don't you?" Sheila accuses me.
"What?" I croak weakly, shocked that she knows.
"You're jealous because Agent Mulder and I have a special connection and you're trying to divert me to Holman."
"What?" I ask again in disbelief.
"I just never thought of Holman that way, you know. He's my closest friend. And to not even suspect..." Sheila explains apologetically.
"Well, it seems to me that the best relationships-- the ones that last-- are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is... suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with." I tell Sheila whole-heartily.
I mean every word of it.
I just wish that my psychiatrist was there to remind me that I was speaking in second person again.
All of a sudden, the sinks begin to fill up with dirty water.
"Come on, let's get out of hear!" I yell to Sheila. "The flood drains are backing up!"
I try to open the door, but it was stuck.
"Oh my God! We locked in! We're gonna die!" She cries, running around balistically like a lunatic.
I try pulling it once more, but it was no use.
So I pick up my cell phone.
"Mulder, it's me." I say into the phone.
"Scully where are you? Why are you calling me?" Mulder asks.
"Sheila and I are locked in the bathroom and the sinks are filling up with the water from the flood drains. You've gotta get someone to open that door." I say.
"Don't worry, Scully, I'll get you outta there." Mulder says, trying to console me.
I hang up the phone and hold it to my chest, hoping that Mulder's right.
The bathroom is filling up fast.
I can hear Holman and Mulder trying to get the door open.
"Come on, Agent Mulder, we gotta get the women we love outta there!" Holman cries.
"I don-" Mulder begins, but then he stops.
They push harder and harder, and finally, when the water id up to my neck and I'm beginning to feel like we won't make it, the door opens and Sheila and I fly out on the water, bringing Mulder and Holman with us.
Mulder gets up and runs to me.
"Scully, are you okay?" He asks.
I cough, but then nod.
He helps me to my feet.
The last song of the evening came on. It was "Somewhere Over the Rainbow". Mulder and I sway to the music, watching couples everywhere dance and make-out at the same time.
"That looks like quite a skill." Mulder says.
I nod.
"Want to try it?" He asks.
I'm surprised a first, but then I nod and let him lead me on to the dance floor.
He's a great dancer.
It's as if my feet aren't even touching the ground.
We are both sopping wet, my head on the shoulder of his drenched tuxedo.
I put my hands around his head and kiss his forehead.
He runs his fingers through my hair, and then, sparks flying, we kiss.
When the song is over, we look up, and it had stopped raining.
Sheila and Holman are still kissing.
Mulder and I say our good-byes and head back to our motel room. OUR motel room.
And the rest is history.
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"Don't Rain on My Parade" Written by Heather Horn, January 18, 1999
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