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maidenjediTITLE: Some Sunny Day
AUTHOR: Maidenjedi
FANDOM: The X-Files
RATING: R
CATEGORY: post-series, Mulder/Scully
SPOILERS: The whole series is up for grabs
DISCLAIMER: Not my characters, my concept, or my show. Damn it.
ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just keep my name on it.
SUMMARY: Against all odds, really.
NOTES: Nothing to do with the new film, and set slightly in the
future to accommodate the 12/12/12 doomsday prediction.
I owe this entirely to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dashenka, whose spring fever is positively infectious.
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"Agent Mulder, after all you've seen, do you have any regrets?"
It was a morning show interview, Regis or Lauer or Diane Sawyer.
"I do," he said, Scully squeezing his hand and the show's viewers waiting
with bated breath. Everyone wanted to know what this hero thought, what
he would say. They all thought he was handsome, and with his darling heroine
lover beside him he was nearly invincible.
"I regret that we couldn't stop them sooner. That innocent lives were lost
before we could safely return."
In thousands of homes across the nation, there was weeping, and there was
gratitude.
---
They found out like everyone else - it was on CNN.
"Recent reports of alien invasion," it was amazing that the anchor could keep
a straight face, "have sent millions into unprecedented panic, causing gas
and food shortages and price gouging...."
But it was all over, she said with a toothy grin and unshed tears shining in
her eyes.
All over.
---
Their pictures had been up in post offices and podunk sheriffs' offices for
years, and in all that time no one had recognized them. It didn't take much
for the government to forget about "most wanted" fugitives.
Not much except the impending threat of alien invasion.
When it was all over, everyone wanted to talk to them, the FBI agents who had
known all along.
People loved it when rogue agents thwarted the government. It was a guaranteed
box office draw.
So said the Hollywood producer who bought the rights to their story for a cool
$15 million.
---
"Your old job is waiting for you," said an assistant director whose predecessors
had all died gory deaths at the hands of invaders and their human co-conspirators.
Mulder shrugged, said he'd rather just have the backpay and an apology. They gave
it to him - these days the government was eager to keep everyone happy and smiling
and not telling their tales to the tabloids.
Which Mulder did anyway, and they didn't even try to stop him.
---
She got a job at a hospital and Mulder did nothing much for the first few months,
and then he called that slick, grinning assistant director to ask if the offer
was still good.
It wasn't, but they had an opening for a behavioral psychologist at Quantico, and
Mulder took it. Scully liked to joke that his students took the class for the same
reasons kids took archaeology with Dr. Henry Jones, Jr.
Mulder just grinned and kissed her until she was out of breath and could no longer
say "Indiana Jones," much less think about him.
---
They made the decision to get William back after they had been in their new lives
for a year.
He was tall for his age. That was the first thing they noticed. He had red hair
like his mother but had inherited his father's nose (poor kid).
Scully spent her days with him, learning how he liked his peanut butter sandwiches
(with pickles) and finding out what it meant to be mom to an adolescent. He was
mature for his age, but he was still a boy whose first acne had cropped on his
face and whose arms and legs were slightly too long for his skinny frame. He
played Little League in the evenings and Mulder was the pitching coach.
Mulder called him "sport" or "kiddo" and even "boyo" when the mood struck, and
William called him "Mulder" just like everyone always had. "Dad" never crossed
William's lips, and sometimes that tinged Scully's joy with a pang of regret.
He called her Mom, though, and she always forgot why she was sorry.
On Mother's Day, Mulder bought her pink roses and William took the credit.
---
"Mulder?"
"Mmm?" He was sitting on the porch, his legs propped up on the railing, the
sports page open to the previous day's box scores.
"I think we should try again."
He spilled his iced tea, but that was okay. The dog would lick it up.
---
They took a trip to New York to see the new Yankee Stadium (Mulder
sighed in mock-disgust when he saw it, but it was still Yankee
Stadium and how could he resist after they won the Series again
in 2011?). William had grown up a Kansas City fan, and so Mulder
had to exercise extreme restraint while cheering.
Scully just grinned, ate popcorn, and sat between her men as content
as can be.
---
They tried and were blessed with their second child not long after Mulder
finally made an honest woman out of Scully.
They almost named her Melissa, but since Bill had named his third child
after his departed sister, Mulder and Scully opted for Grace.
Over Hope. Over Joy.
---
But it didn't happen like that, because in their world, there were never
truly happy endings.
---
The year is 2012. It's a cold and dark December morning when the invasion
begins, and no one is really aware of it because there was no one left to
warn them.
A blonde woman whose eyes warn strangers that she doesn't want to talk, that
they don't want to hear her stories, sits in a dark room in a basement somewhere
on the East Coast. With her is a boy of eleven - he has red hair like his mother,
and has inherited his father's nose.
Poor kid.
They are huddled in coats for warmth and they are listening to Morse code come
over a crude transitor radio. Today's message is simple, and it is sad.
"MULDER AND SCULLY FOUND DEAD STOP RECOVERY OP FAILED STOP INFECTIONS BEGUN
STOP STAY WHERE YOU ARE STOP GOD HELP US ALL STOP"
===========================================
END
AUTHOR: Maidenjedi
FANDOM: The X-Files
RATING: R
CATEGORY: post-series, Mulder/Scully
SPOILERS: The whole series is up for grabs
DISCLAIMER: Not my characters, my concept, or my show. Damn it.
ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just keep my name on it.
SUMMARY: Against all odds, really.
NOTES: Nothing to do with the new film, and set slightly in the
future to accommodate the 12/12/12 doomsday prediction.
I owe this entirely to
dashenka, whose spring fever is positively infectious. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"Agent Mulder, after all you've seen, do you have any regrets?"
It was a morning show interview, Regis or Lauer or Diane Sawyer.
"I do," he said, Scully squeezing his hand and the show's viewers waiting
with bated breath. Everyone wanted to know what this hero thought, what
he would say. They all thought he was handsome, and with his darling heroine
lover beside him he was nearly invincible.
"I regret that we couldn't stop them sooner. That innocent lives were lost
before we could safely return."
In thousands of homes across the nation, there was weeping, and there was
gratitude.
---
They found out like everyone else - it was on CNN.
"Recent reports of alien invasion," it was amazing that the anchor could keep
a straight face, "have sent millions into unprecedented panic, causing gas
and food shortages and price gouging...."
But it was all over, she said with a toothy grin and unshed tears shining in
her eyes.
All over.
---
Their pictures had been up in post offices and podunk sheriffs' offices for
years, and in all that time no one had recognized them. It didn't take much
for the government to forget about "most wanted" fugitives.
Not much except the impending threat of alien invasion.
When it was all over, everyone wanted to talk to them, the FBI agents who had
known all along.
People loved it when rogue agents thwarted the government. It was a guaranteed
box office draw.
So said the Hollywood producer who bought the rights to their story for a cool
$15 million.
---
"Your old job is waiting for you," said an assistant director whose predecessors
had all died gory deaths at the hands of invaders and their human co-conspirators.
Mulder shrugged, said he'd rather just have the backpay and an apology. They gave
it to him - these days the government was eager to keep everyone happy and smiling
and not telling their tales to the tabloids.
Which Mulder did anyway, and they didn't even try to stop him.
---
She got a job at a hospital and Mulder did nothing much for the first few months,
and then he called that slick, grinning assistant director to ask if the offer
was still good.
It wasn't, but they had an opening for a behavioral psychologist at Quantico, and
Mulder took it. Scully liked to joke that his students took the class for the same
reasons kids took archaeology with Dr. Henry Jones, Jr.
Mulder just grinned and kissed her until she was out of breath and could no longer
say "Indiana Jones," much less think about him.
---
They made the decision to get William back after they had been in their new lives
for a year.
He was tall for his age. That was the first thing they noticed. He had red hair
like his mother but had inherited his father's nose (poor kid).
Scully spent her days with him, learning how he liked his peanut butter sandwiches
(with pickles) and finding out what it meant to be mom to an adolescent. He was
mature for his age, but he was still a boy whose first acne had cropped on his
face and whose arms and legs were slightly too long for his skinny frame. He
played Little League in the evenings and Mulder was the pitching coach.
Mulder called him "sport" or "kiddo" and even "boyo" when the mood struck, and
William called him "Mulder" just like everyone always had. "Dad" never crossed
William's lips, and sometimes that tinged Scully's joy with a pang of regret.
He called her Mom, though, and she always forgot why she was sorry.
On Mother's Day, Mulder bought her pink roses and William took the credit.
---
"Mulder?"
"Mmm?" He was sitting on the porch, his legs propped up on the railing, the
sports page open to the previous day's box scores.
"I think we should try again."
He spilled his iced tea, but that was okay. The dog would lick it up.
---
They took a trip to New York to see the new Yankee Stadium (Mulder
sighed in mock-disgust when he saw it, but it was still Yankee
Stadium and how could he resist after they won the Series again
in 2011?). William had grown up a Kansas City fan, and so Mulder
had to exercise extreme restraint while cheering.
Scully just grinned, ate popcorn, and sat between her men as content
as can be.
---
They tried and were blessed with their second child not long after Mulder
finally made an honest woman out of Scully.
They almost named her Melissa, but since Bill had named his third child
after his departed sister, Mulder and Scully opted for Grace.
Over Hope. Over Joy.
---
But it didn't happen like that, because in their world, there were never
truly happy endings.
---
The year is 2012. It's a cold and dark December morning when the invasion
begins, and no one is really aware of it because there was no one left to
warn them.
A blonde woman whose eyes warn strangers that she doesn't want to talk, that
they don't want to hear her stories, sits in a dark room in a basement somewhere
on the East Coast. With her is a boy of eleven - he has red hair like his mother,
and has inherited his father's nose.
Poor kid.
They are huddled in coats for warmth and they are listening to Morse code come
over a crude transitor radio. Today's message is simple, and it is sad.
"MULDER AND SCULLY FOUND DEAD STOP RECOVERY OP FAILED STOP INFECTIONS BEGUN
STOP STAY WHERE YOU ARE STOP GOD HELP US ALL STOP"
===========================================
END
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Date: 2008-05-06 09:47 pm (UTC)Lovely fic. You captured a great complexity in so few words. Great description of Marita. Painful descriptions of MSW family life. Very well done.
an assistant director whose predecessors had all died gory deaths at the hands of invaders and their human co-conspirators. Hee! Well, except for Skinner. *lights a candle for Skinner*
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Date: 2008-05-06 10:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-08 12:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-07 02:28 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it!
(and in my world, Skinner always survives...)
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Date: 2008-05-08 12:16 am (UTC)