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Title: Blue Thanksgiving
Author: Allyson
Written: November 1995
Distribution: Go ahead! Pass this story along, but don't try and sell it or anything.
Disclaimer: Please realize that Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Mrs. Scully, Skinner, etc., are not my creations, but are creations of Chris Carter and Fox Broadcasting, and any other company or trademark I neglected to include. I have not in any way intentionally infringed on copyrights, please don't sue me, I'm an over-worked, sleep-deprived teenager. 'Nuf said.
Rated PG (some bad words, not a lot, though)

Summary: Thanksgiving, after Melissa's death.

Well, hello X-Philes. This is my very FIRST X-Files story I have posted to this creative group, and hopefully some of you will enjoy it. I started this story on November 14th of this year, in study hall oddly enough. This story was actually written down on paper first, because I found myself without a computer for 2 weeks.

NOTE: I had a hard time coming up with a title. I know, "Blue Thanksgiving" isn't great (I was thinking more along the lines of "Blue Christmas", then changed the holiday). *Sigh* I was never good with titles.


6:00 a.m.
November 22nd, 1995
Scully's office

She threw her purse onto her desk, and flounced down in her chair, exhausted. Closing her eyes, she leaned back and twirled her chair. Hidden behind her in the shadows, Fox Mulder put his hands over his partner's eyes which stopped her spinning.

"Guess who."

Dana smiled. "Hmmm...Now let me think. Could it be...J. Edgar Hoover?"

"*BEEP* Try again."

"Elvis"

"Although you're getting warmer, *BEEP* Try again."

"Okay, this is really taking a stab at it. Hmmm....Mulder?"

"*DING DING DING* And for our lovely contestant, we have this beautiful 3 piece dinette set, complete with matching placemats." Mulder motioned to the imaginary dinette set, and grinned like a little boy.

"How many times have I told you not to drink a gallon of coffee before work?," Scully scolded, while attempting to rub the sleep from her eyes.

"Well who ate all your Corn Pops, Miss Sour Grapes?" Mulder feigned a scowl and stormed out of the room. Not two seconds had passed before he dashed through the door again, taking Scully by the hands, launching her out of the chair, and dancing her out into the hall.

"Ummm....Mulder? Why are you in such an excruciatingly good mood?" Scully began to wonder what he was on.

Mulder gave a wicked grin before dipping her.

"It's Thanksgiving."

Oh, my. He really has lost it, hasn't he.

He brought her back up and continued waltzing her around.

"Why are you so excited about Thanksgiving?"

"I don't know. Maybe...I'm just hungry for some turkey." He dipped her again, and in mid-dip, he noticed Assistant Director Skinner walking down the hall towards them.

"Hello sir. I know you want to dance with her, but you'll just have to wait, 'cause no cutting in allowed."

Scully, in a much better mood than before, smiled and nodded at Skinner.

He eyed his two agents with a questioning gaze in his eyes, then smiled. It surprised Scully to see such a rare smile. This is turning out to be one weird day, Dana.

"Agent Scully, Agent Mulder, I want to inform you both that I'm giving you the rest of the day off. Go home and relax."

"Why?," Mulder asked, looking astonished.

"Let's just say, I'm in the holiday mood." Skinner walked back down the hall and disappeared around the corner.

"Well that was nice of him," Scully remarked.

Just then Scully remembered Thanksgiving dinner. Oh, God. Thanksgiving dinner. No Melissa.

Almost as quick as it had come, her mood downshifted to depressed. Mulder stopped dancing and stood there, thinking.

"Hey Scully - Umm, you wouldn't have a turkey that you could split with me would ya? I just realized I have nothing in the whole entire apartment that even remotely resembles food. Well, except maybe

the fish food, but that wouldn't taste too great...maybe on a salad...And I'm sure there are no decent turkeys left in the store. And even if there were, they'd be so over-priced...and OHMIGOD!! I threw out all me coupons!!" Mulder screamed in mock terror and began to bang his head against the wall in despair.

"Mulder, I'm not staying home for Thanksgiving. I'm going to the annual Thanksgiving party my mom has." Scully walked back into her office and sat down. She put her hands up to her face and closed her

eyes.

"So...I guess maybe I'm living off of T.V. dinners tomorrow night, huh." He shrugged, then suddenly shrieked, "But it ain't the same, Scully! It just ain't the same!," he pouted.

Damn, you're in a weird mood, Mulder.

"Actually, do you want to come with me to my mom's party? There will be plenty of food, and besides, it'll give me a good reason to duck out early. I don't think I can put up with all of the people the whole night."

"Ooohh! Really?"

Scully nodded.

"Ok, What time should I pick you up?"

"No, I'll drive."

"No, Scully, I'll drive. It's no problem. And besides, you're treating me."

No use competing

"Ok, Mulder. Pick me up at 4:00. That'll get us there at the right time."

Mulder was all teeth. He turned around, walked out of the office whistling a happy tune.


3:50 p.m.
November 23rd, 1995
Scully's Apartment

Scully stood there in front of her bathroom mirror, looking at herself.

You look fine, Dana. Stop worrying.

She smoothed a stray hair back, and wondered if she looked okay. She wore a deep green ankle-length dress, which brought out her red hair. She had pulled her hair back, applied a little makeup, all ready

to go. She took a final glimpse in the mirror, and heard a knock at the door. She opened it to find Mulder standing there, all spiffed up and ready.

Wow, she looks absolutely beautiful.

"Do I look okay?," Scully asked with a worried cast to her face.

"You look great, Scully." His eyes sparkled momentarily.

Wow, he looks great tonight.

"Umm...how 'bout me?"

She gave him a coy smile, and stated, "You look fine, Mulder. Let's go."


4:30 p.m.
November 23rd, 1995
Mrs. Scully's house

"Hi Mom!"

Scully and Mulder were greeted at the door by Mrs. Scully. Scully gave her mom a big hug.

"Hello Fox."

"Hello Mrs. Scully." At first he just shook her hand, but then gave her a hug. He didn't see Scully's eyes glisten with the threat of a flood.

They both stepped in and Mulder got his first taste of Thanksgiving at the Scullys. He stood in the foyer in awe of the amount of people there. Scully looked back at her partner and smiled.

"Are these *ALL* of your relatives?"

"No. Actually about half of them are friends of the family."

Mulder's eyes grew large and he looked down at Scully.

"Wow."

Scully reached down and took Mulder by the hand. This surprised Mulder, but he didn't let on to that fact. He gripped her soft hand appreciatively. She led him to the various people she knew, introduced him, and made small talk.

As they were getting ready for dinner, Mulder pulled Scully off to the side.

"I swear you inherited your eyes from your Aunt Janet," Mulder pointed out. "See--I notice these things."

"C'mon, Mulder. I think they're ready to eat."


6:30 p.m.

All of the people were seated. Some on both sides of the long table and various people in the living room watching football. both rooms were connected, so it really didn't make much of a difference.

Mulder, seated next to Scully at the table, was astonished at the food set before him on the table.

"Hope you're hungry, Mulder."

Mrs. Scully rose and asked her guests to bow their heads as she offered a prayer. The TV was turned off, and all were silent.

"Heavenly Father, I thank you for the family and friends seated before me. It is quite a blessing that so many loving and caring people are gathered here tonight. I pray that you keep them all safe for their journey home, and keep them warm on this cold November night. This is a tough holiday to celebrate without our beloved who have parted. I trust that they are sitting with you right now, eating the feast of eternal life. We thank you, Lord. Amen."

Mrs. Scully was slightly choked up after the prayer, but smiled and said: "Let us eat."

As shouts, cheers, and groans came from the living room, where apparently a touchdown had been scored, Mulder finished off the rest of his meal with Scully in the dining room.

"Hey Scully, do you want the rest of my mashed potatoes?.......Scully?"

Scully appeared as if in a trance, picking at the hardly touched food on her plate.

"Are you okay, Scully?"

She glimpsed at him, and nodded. "I'm okay, Mulder, just not too hungry."

Mulder leaned back in his chair and stretched. "Ughhh...I'm going to pay for that last helping of turkey in the morning."

Mrs. Scully and three of her best friends got up and began clearing the dishes. Scully rose to join in. Her mother came over and took the plates from her.

"Dana, we're okay. We can handle the dishes just fine. You go sit down and keep Fox company. He looks kind of lonely."

"Stuffed is more like it."

Mrs. Scully leaned over and gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek. Dana smiled, and sat back down next to her partner. There they sat, in silence, Mulder digesting, and Scully staring at the wall across from her.

"How is your mother, Mulder?," Scully broke the silence.

"Oh, she's visiting friends."

Mulder put his arm on her chair. "How about you, Scully? Are you doing okay?" A genuine look of concern spread across his face as he searched hers for any sign.

"Yeah......I'm......I'm fine, Mulder." She concentrated on the diamond pattern woven into his tie.

Don't look him in the eye, Dana. He'll see right through you.

"Excuse me." Scully got up quickly and ran up the stairs to the second floor of the house. Mulder made no move to go after her.

Not yet, Mulder. Wait a few minutes, then just go see what's wrong.

He found her perched on the edge of a bed, her back facing the doorway. With her shoulders slumped over, her back shook with silent sobs. In a calm voice he called her name from the doorway. Her back immediately straightened. Dana's pale streaked face turned slowly towards her partner.

"Leave me be. I can handle myself."

Her voice made Mulder's heart ache. He walked over and sat down next to her. She immediately jumped up. "Mulder, I thought I told you to go."

"I want to help you."

"Dammit Mulder! Don't you understand? I can take care of myself. I don't need you or anybody else hovering over me."

Mulder got up silently. his voice, barely audible, trembled slightly when saying, "Do you want to go home now?"

Scully nodded without saying a word. She wiped her face off with the wash cloth she had found in the bathroom, took a deep breath, and walked downstairs to say goodbye to everyone.

"Mom, we're taking off now. Mulder's gonna drive me home." She gave her mom a hug and kiss.

"Now Fox, don't be a stranger, okay?" Mrs. Scully gave Mulder a warm smile.

"Thank you so much for everything, Mrs. Scully. The meal was great."

Mrs. Scully stood in the doorway and waved goodbye as Mulder and Scully got into the car. Mulder paused before starting the car, and looked at Scully. She was concentrating on the snowflakes flying outside her window, trying to keep Mulder from seeing her anguished face.

<<>>


The ride home was silent. Mulder kept his concentration on the road, for the snow was coming down harder. Mulder pulled over to the side, in front of Scully's apartment building. He turned off the ignition and the two of them sat in complete darkness.

"Scully..."

"Mulder, I have to go, okay? I just have to..." With that, Scully got out and went inside her building.

He just sighed and closed his eyes.


10:30
Scully's Apartment

Scully leaned against her apartment door, thinking. Thinking about all she had said, Missy, Mulder. Her eyes began to well up with frustrated tears.

"No, I'm not going to get upset. Get a hold of yourself, Dana," she whispered to herself. Scully began to shiver violently in her empty apartment.

You're all alone, Dana. Missy's gone. She's never coming back. You just told Mulder to go, Missy's gone....You're all alone...alone...alone...alone

Scully listened to the echo of her heart pounding wildly.

You're all alone...alone...alone...alone


Mulder sat alone, thinking. About her. About the times they had had together, the fights, the laughter, and even the rare tears.

That's the problem, Mulder. She's afraid to show any emotion around you because she doesn't want to seem weak.

Mulder cradled his head with his hands. There had been only a few times in his adult life where he had felt the urge to just cry. This was one of them.

"Why am I getting so upset?" Mulder began to take his jacket off and nailed his elbow on the wall behind him. He winced in pain.

"Ooh. That didn't tickle."


Scully had just come out of her bedroom. She had changed into a long flannel nightgown and robe, in an attempt to keep warm, although it was not working. She wrapped herself in a blanket, shivering.


BAM


Scully's attention was immediately drawn to the wall in front of her.

"What the hell was that?"

She slowly went to her door, and cautiously opened it. In the hall, she found her partner sitting outside her door. He looked up at her while rubbing his elbow. Scully stooped low so she could talk to him without waking the neighbors.

"Mulder, what are you doing here?"

"I came to sit and think. And hopefully talk to you." He searched her eyes for any softening. She got up and motioned him to come inside.

Closing the door, she stood there. Her head pounding, screaming out words Don't do it, Dana. Stay strong, you don't need him....You're all alone, alone, alone.....Tell him to go....Alone...Alone...Alone

She cried out in fear, not knowing what to do. He came over and gently turned her around. Her thoughts kept coming back to the fact that she was all alone without Mulder. There was no one else she could trust.

"Dana," Mulder whispered, his words echoing in her ears.

Scully buried her face into his chest, her emotions spilling out onto his shirt.

"Shhhh...it's okay. I'm here for you. You're not alone, Dana. You never have to be alone."

Wrapped in her blanket, Scully sat in the kitchen as Mulder made some coffee. He poured her a cup and sat down across from her. Her hands warmed up as they gripped the mug. "Are you feeling a little better now?," Mulder gently asked.

Scully nodded. She looked at him, her eyes had changed from

cloudy to a brightness Mulder had not seen in a while.

"Thank you, Mulder. Thanks...for being there for me when I needed somebody the most."

"Well, really, that's no problem. I would have been here anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"Look outside."

Scully walked over to the window and found Mulder's car completely covered with snow. She sighed.

"Well, I hope something is good on TV tonight, 'cause it looks like you're going to be here for a while, aren't you?" Scully remarked.

"Actually, I think we should talk." Mulder beckoned Scully to come sit back down at the table.

"Scully, why did you get so upset today? Is it Melissa?"

"I feel so guilty, Mulder. She wasn't supposed to die, I was. Did you see the pain in my mother's eyes today? She has been through so much, Mulder. Missy's death...it was my fault...I'm respo-"

"NO you are not, Dana," Mulder cut her off, "Scully, you have to learn not to blame yourself. It wasn't your fault."

Her eyes welling up with tears again, "Mom, she doesn't deserve the pain I've caused her."

"Your mom doesn't blame you for what happened. She doesn't. Now you have to stop blaming yourself."

Both sat in silence for a few minutes. Then, the lights went out.

"What happened?"

"I think the power lines are down. It must be snowing really hard out there."

Scully lit the candle that was on the table, and sat back down.

The shadows moved on her face as the flame danced.

"Mulder......Do you think Missy knows I love her?"

"She knows, Scully. She knows."

Mulder's hand reached out to wipe a stray tear running down her face.

Mulder's face paled. "Uhh-ohh."

He found a flashlight on the counter, and ran off to find Scully's bathroom. Scully sat there, confused then she smiled.

"Hey Mulder? Do you need a magazine or newspaper?" she called out into the darkness.

"Very funny, Scully. Very funny."

By the light of the candle, Scully closed her eyes, "Missy, if you can hear me, thank you. My only sister, I thank you. You were there for me, and I wish with all my heart that there is some way that I could bring you back. Please, Missy, forgive me. I love you."

The End


Well, that's all for now. This was a fun story to write, so watch for more stories later.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYBODY!!

Special thanks go to: -RaEnright - whose stories inspired me to get back into writing fanfic again -Kate, Peep, Karla, Jenn, and all of my e-mail friends! You guys are great! -Chris Carter - the genius who came up with "The X-Files", and who I am indebted to, for without this wonderful show, I would have no life :-) (well, almost...)

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