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Title - What the Morning Will Bring
Author - Megan Sullivan
E-Mail address - lessa1@geocities.com
Rating - G
Category - V R
Spoilers - Rain King
Keywords - Mulder/Scully Romance
Summary - A Rain King post-ep story.  Cute and sweet.
Distribution - Ok to archive at Xemplary, Gossamer, and Ephemeral.
Anywhere else, just ask!  I like to know where my stories are going.

Author's Notes - Ok, I didn't plan to write this, but thanks to half an
inch of ice, I decided to spend the day inside.  And I started writing.
This is the first time I've ever written a story first person or present
tense, so it was an experience.  I've got to admit that this story ended a
million miles away from where I planned it to, but I'm very pleased with
it, and I hope you enjoy it!  Feedback is great, please send!


What the Morning Will Bring
By Megan Sullivan

He has abandoned me again.  He has abandoned me, and surprisingly, I don't
mind.  Ok, so he didn't really abandon me.  He drove me back to the hotel,
told me where he was going, and headed off again.  And for once, I don't
mind.  Mulder's out finding something for us to eat, and I'm staying behind
so I can get out of my wet shoes.  And I'm also supposed to ward off flying
cows.  How, I'm not quite sure.  I decided not to ask.  That's usually the
best policy with Mulder.

I must admit, I kind of enjoyed this case.  It was a real X-File,
interesting work, and not monotonous background checks.  And it didn't
involve flukemen or strange creatures that attacked people; it was simply a
case of a man who's repressed emotions caused severe weather conditions.
All right, so it's not /that/ simple.  And honestly, I'm not sure I believe
it.  But it all worked out.  Holmon and Sheila seem perfect for each other.
Somehow, I don't think Mulder and I were sent here to be matchmakers, but
that's exactly what we did.  I guess we did what we were sent to do: Kroner
has no shortage of rain, and the Rain King appears to be out of business.
This came about, however, because Mulder and I hooked up two of Kroner's
residents.

I still can't believe that Mulder and I succeeded in this.  First off, the
idea of Mulder giving dating advice just makes me laugh.  It's not that he
has the wrong ideas about women, he just doesn't have a whole lot of recent
dating experience.  Of course, who am I to talk?  I'm in the same boat he
is.  But either way, it worked.  I'm still not sure what Mulder said to
Holmon, and I really want to know what happened before Holmon and I
discovered Sheila kissing him.  Mulder jokes about women throwing
themselves at him, but I've never seen it happen before.  I may have to
tease him about it sometime.

Just as I get comfortable on the bed, Mulder returns bearing food.  "Hey
Scully," he grins, dangling a white paper bag in front of me.  "I found a
sandwich shop that wasn't completely flooded.  Sound good?"

I snatch the bag out of his hands and nod.  "Sounds great, Mulder, thanks."

He grins and nods as he moves things around on the tiny table to make room
for his food.  He shrugs out of his coat and pulls a new bag of sunflower
seeds out of his pocket before hanging the coat over the edge of the chair.
 "Scully?" he asks as he hands me a white Styrofoam cup.  "What did you say
to Sheila in the bathroom?  Whatever it was, it worked a bit better than
when I tried talking to her."

I laugh.  "Mulder, she ended up kissing you.  I'd say it worked a whole lot
better than whatever you did."

Mulder suddenly finds his sandwich very interesting.  "So what did you say
to her?" he repeats, apparently ignoring my jab.

I drag myself off of the bed and join him at the table, shoving more stuff
out of the way.  His sunflower seeds fall to the floor and I reach down to
pick them up.  "I just told her the obvious, that Holmon was in love with
her," I respond as I toss the package back on the table.

"You mean that's all it took?"

"Well, it was a bit more than that.  She saw Holmon as a friend.  And I
told her that I thought the best relationships seemed to be the ones rooted
in friendship.  One day you're simply best friends, and the next day you
wake up and suddenly realize you can't imagine yourself with anyone else."

"You really believe that?"

I shrug.  "Well, it makes sense, Mulder.  A relationship has to be rooted
in trust, and your friends are the people you trust."  I can't believe I'm
discussing this with Mulder.  It feels awkward.

Mulder looks up at me with a sly smile on his face.  "So you're saying that
when all those women told me they thought of me as more of a friend than a
boyfriend, they were just making excuses?"

I begin to laugh and silently thank the heavens that Mulder lightened the
tone of our conversation.  "I hate to tell you, Mulder, but you're probably
right."

He grins at me.  "Ahh well, it's probably all for the best anyway.  I mean,
what woman would go chasing after me when I go chasing after aliens?"

I grin and shrug as I bite into my sandwich.

-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-

Later that evening, I curl up under the blankets of the motel bed as Mulder
settles in for a night on the rollaway cot.  "Mulder?" I ask.  "Are you
sure you don't want me to sleep on the rollaway?"

"No, I'm fine, Scully, thanks."  I heard the springs of his bed creak once
more.  "Good night, Scully."

I smile into the darkness.  "Good night, Mulder.  Sleep well."  I roll over
and pull the blankets up under my chin.  I close my eyes, and in my last
conscious thought I wonder what the morning will bring.



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