TITLE: The Christmas Wish
AUTHOR: Myriss
DISTRIBUTION: Ephemeral: Ok. I will forward to Gossamer myself. Okay for others to archive or to link, but kept my header and email attached, and please let me know.
RATINGS WARNING: PG
CLASSIFICATION: PWP. Sap. This has *no smut!*
KEYWORDS: 3 POV, Implied MSR
SPOILERS: Nothing really.
THE DISCLAIMER: Any character you recognized from the t.v. series belongs to 1013 and Fox. I am just borrowing them.

SUMMARY: Sometimes Christmas wishes do come true.

 


Harold, what a nice young that George Hale is. He moved into apartment 21B down the hall.

Such a nice man. I was struggling with the front door and my shopping when George came up from behind me and helped me out. He even carried the bags upstairs.

What a nice young man he is!


George stopped by and asked if I needed anything. I told him I didn't, but thank you anyway. I invited him in for a cup of coffee.

Poor George. He seems so lonely. He wears a wedding ring but I haven't seen his wife. Maybe he's widow?

He's such a good-looking boy, Harold. I know you would like him. He reminds me of you.


"What do you wish for Christmas?" I asked George over dinner.

He looked sad. I could see him looked down at the golden band on his hand.

He sighed and shook his head. "What I wish for isn't something anyone cane give me."

"Oh, George!" I patted his hand.

He caught my hand in his. "It's okay, Mrs. Donaway." He stood up. "It's getting late. It's time for me to go. Do you need anything before I go?"

I shook my head.

He bent down and kissed my cheek. "Thanks for the dinner. It was delicious. And the scarf and hat."

Poor, poor George.

I had knitted him a scarf and a hat. He looked very touched when he opened up the present.

He had held them up and said, "Oh, Mrs. Donaway, you shouldn't have!"

I chuckled. "It's no problem, George. It gives an old woman like me something to do."


Harold, I am so worried about George. I haven't seen him for days! He usually stops by and talk to me. He thinks I'm alone. He doesn't know that you are always here...

Of course I may be fretting over nothing. George is a grown man, but I am so worried.

Should I go check on him, Harold?


 

Oh, Harold! I found him lying on the couch, his clothes soaked through. He was so feverish--so hot to touch.

He was muttering, "Scully. Scully" over and over under his breath. He began to toss and turn that I was afraid he would fall off the couch and hurt himself.

Then he began to cry in anguish, "Scully! Scully!"

I hovered over him, trying to get his fever down--to soothe him.

Suddenly, his eyes opened wide. His hazel eyes dark with pain and shiny with tears.

"Scully? You okay?" he croaked.

Apparently, he thought I was Scully--whoever this Scully person.

"I'm okay," I told him, patting in the shoulder. That seemed to soothed him.

"Lu'v'u'," he muttered under his breath. And he was asleep.

Love. I remembered how it was between you and me...how strong the love was even when we were apart...For some reason, George could not be with the person he loved...this Scully...

...I am an interfering old woman, Harold...but I cannot stand a human being in pain--especially someone as nice as George...I knew what his wish was...

I was going to become a fairy godmother...


"I have a Christmas present for you," I told George.

He smiled at me. "You already gave me a Christmas present, Mrs. Donaway. I wear them every day."

"No, no," I said, shaking my head. I glanced at the clock on the mantel. It was almost time. I went to the window and peeked outside. I can see a taxi pulling up to the apartment building. A small red-headed woman with a toddler boy climbed out of it.

"It's here," I announced to George.

George came from behind to looked out the window. His mouth dropped when he saw the woman.

"Scully?" he said disbelievingly.

Then again, more firmly, "Scully!"

Then he was running out of the door. I can hear him calling, "Scully!"

The woman turned at his voice. On her face was such a look! A look I knew I wore every time I saw you, Harold.

She cried out, "Mulder!"

Then she and the little boy was in his arms. I can hear him sobbing, "Oh, god! He's so grown so big!"

Oh, my, Harold. George got his Christmas Wish after all.

Fini

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