Title: Mulder's Creek: 30. Life's a Stage|
Author Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Keywords: XF/Dawson's Creek crossover. Alternate universe.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership to the characters, except those I've created, as they belong to Chris Carter and Kevin Williamson
Summary: Everyone, except Mulder, thinks that the school play Scully and Krycek are co-staring in is plagued by a ghost.
They are each holding a game controller on the pretense of playing but they're really talking about what a screw-up Mulder is.
"Seriously, what did you say to make Fowley think that it was ok to kiss you?" Doggett asks again. Mulder thinks it's for the fifth time, but third is probably closer to the truth.
"Nothing! I've gone over everything I've said to her since she came back this summer and there's really nothing."
"But Scully doesn't believe you," Skinner says, sounding sad.
" You saw her at school today... she barely said a word to me, even at lunch."
"It was cold the way she wouldn't come to the party." Doggett sighs. "Not even as a friend. She's supposed to be your friend, isn't she?"
"I understand it, though. It would have been wicked awkward for her. That's not what I wanted."
"You've got to fix things before it's too late." Skinner scolds. "I waited too long to make a move, and look where that got me," he says, and they know that he means Reed seeing someone else.
"How?" Mulder demands to know. "I'm open to suggestion."
They shrug helplessly.
Friday morning, Capeside High-
Smiling broadly, Krycek wanderes over to Mulder's locker. Smiling is never a good sign when it comes to him and Krycek, so Mulder is immediately on his guard. "What do you want?"
"Oh... I was just wondering if the rumors are true." Krycek sneers.
"The one that goes you try to make up with Scully and she blows you off."
"What do you do, hire a PI to follow me around so you can find things out to irritate me?" Mulder snaps at him.
"Oh no," Krycek says gleefully. "No hiring necessary. Really Mulder, if you want thinks kept private, you shouldn't make a phone call when you have party guests."
Mulder wonders who his parents might have invited who would have spilled the beans. He supposed it didn't really matter. "Even if it is true, what's it to you?"
"It's definitely true then." Krycek laughs nastily. "What's it to me is that I figure if Scully's not attached..."
"Leave her alone." Mulder demands.
"Funny, Leary. The way I see it, you're just about the last person who has any say in what anyone does to or with her," Krycek says, wandering off happily.
Mulder stares after him, angry that Krycek is planning to bother Scully, and angrier that the other boy is probably right.
On her way to meet Reyes and Skinner in the café, Scully notices a flyer on the junior cork-board, so she stops to look at it. The blue paper is an enthusiastic call for kids to join the cast of the school's winter play. The try-outs are scheduled for the following day.
As she reads it, Bessie's words from the day before come back to her," If you're not going to work things out with Mulder now, you need to find a way to get your mind off of him." Since she still isn't ready to try to make up, the idea isn't bad advice. She has, she reflects, spent entirely too much time brooding.
A hand touches shoulder, and she nearly jumps. "What are you reading?" Reyes asks, obviously wondering what has so thoroughly captured her friend's attention.
"This sign." Scully points at it. "It's about try outs for a play."
"Are you going to try out for it?"
"I think I will." Scully suddenly decides.
"That's great!" Reyes tells her in a bright tone, but she's already thinking something out. "I didn't know you acted," she adds as an after thought.
"Neither did I," Scully tells her with a grin. " I probably won't get a part, but it could be fun to try out."
"And it would look good on your college transcripts if you do," Reyes says, making her groan. Reyes is the only one who is totally consumed already by the idea of college. Everyone else is more concerned with just getting through the last eighteen months of high school.
But Scully is in a much happier frame of mind by the time they get to lunch, even though Mulder's sitting next to Doggett.
Friday Morning, Leary house-
Mulder is in the middle of brushing his teeth when the phone rings. No one ever calls him before school, so he ignores it, letting someone else get it.
So it comes as a surprise to him when his mother's voice calls up " Mulder! Phone!"
He spits and rinses quickly, then rushes down the stairs two at a time. He has a half formed hope that it's Scully, but that expectation isn't strong enough to disappoint him when it's not.
"Mulder!" Reyes' voice floats up to him from the receiver before he's even got it to his ear.
He grins, thinking that he should have guessed. The early morning weekend visit just prior to Doggett's last birthday should have told him that she's not too conscious of how early is too early. "What's up? Doggett's birthday isn't for about a month," he points out.
"I know," Reyes replies dismissively. "I'm calling about Scully, actually."
"About Scully how?" he asks cautiously, wondering if Scully had said something about him. Half hoping she had, but half fearing it too.
"She's trying out for a play at school today," Reyes says brightly.
"No, don't you see? You have to be there!" Reyes insists.
"Why?" Mulder asks, wondering if the answer would be more obvious if they were having the conversation later in the day.
"To try out, Silly."
"I don't act," he protests.
"Then you can volunteer for stage crew."
"This isn't a good idea, Reyes." He cuts her off before she gets any more wound up.
"Why not?" She demands to know, and he can hear the pout in her voice. Doggett insists it's endearing, but he can't fathom that.
"Scully asked for space, and this would be the opposite of that."
"But-" Reyes protests, obviously not read to give up the good fight.
"I know you're just trying to help, but I've known her a lot longer than you have. This would just make her madder at me."
"Ok," Reyes says, but her disappointment is clear. "I wouldn't want her to be more mad."
"Me neither," Mulder reverently agrees. "I'll see you at school," he says good-bye, and finishes getting ready for school. He knows she just wants to be helpful, but he wishes people would stop trying to help.
2pm, Capeside High Stage–
Skinner is going to be part of the stage crew, but he only needs to sign up, so Scully is alone at try-outs, and she only half minds that. She's had a sneaking suspicion that she and Mulder are Reyes' new project, so she half expects for the other girl to drag Mulder there to watch. It's to her vast relief that neither of them are there. However, her relief is short-lived.
"Fancy seeing you here." A snide voice from behind her says.
She doesn't bother to turn around. "What are you doing her, Krycek? Going to do the special effects?"
"The effect I plan to have is pretty special, but I'm here to try out for the best role in the play."
Scully rolls her eyes. "I'm surprised you've even read the play."
"Had to, it was assigned in my English class last year," Krycek tells her. " Which is why I know I'm perfect for Don John."
"You would play the villain. You're so suited for it."
"I guess you're not trying out for Margaret, you're too cold for that role. She's hot blooded." He retorts with a condescending sneer.
"You are so-!" Scully doesn't get to finish her reply, because the director calls out that the tryouts are about to begin.
Scully only looks a little nervous as the bright stage lights shine down on her. "Hi, my is Scully Porter, and I'm reading for the part of Hero."
When the director nodded, she began to read.
" O god of love! I know he doth deserve
As much as may be yielded to a man:
But Nature never framed a woman's heart
Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice;
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,
Misprising what they look on, and her wit
Values itself so highly that to her
All matter else seems weak: she cannot love,
Nor take no shape nor project of affection,
She is so self-endeared."
"Thank you." The director says, his voice completely neutral. It makes her nervous as she walks off the stage, since she has no idea if he liked her reading or not.
Krycek brushes against her shoulder as he passes. "Aww, don't leave, I'm about to read."
She smirks, but decides that his reading will probably be entertaining, so she decides to stay, and sits in the last row near the door, where she knows she can't be seen from the stage.
Krycek swaggers up to the stage, and she's entertained already. Exuding more self confidence than any high-schooler should ever know, he introduces himself and begins to read for the part of Don John.
" The word is too good to paint out her wickedness; I
could say she were worse: think you of a worse
title, and I will fit her to it. Wonder not till
further warrant: go but with me to-night, you shall
see her chamber-window entered, even the night
before her wedding-day: if you love her then,
to-morrow wed her; but it would better fit your honour
to change your mind."
His delivery is full of feeling and hints of planned treachery. Scully is not the only one who enjoys his performance, and he gets a smile from the director. This causes Scully to feel envious. As entertained as she was, she leaves before Krycek gets off the stage, not wanting him to know she was jealous or even stayed.
Fowley looks up and down the hall as she goes up to her room. She's sure that Grams is in bed, but she doesn't want to be caught with her visitor, even though the visit isn't going to lead to anything risqué.
When he follows her into the room, she closes the door softly behind them, then goes to perch on her bed, with her knees drawn up to her chin, her arms wrapped around them. It isn't going to be a friendly visit, it never is.
"I don't understand." He hisses. "I thought you agreed with me."
"I do," she protests, giving him a fearful glance. "I do agree."
"Then why haven't you gotten his mind off of her?"
"I broke them up," she points out defensively.
"That was over a month ago." His voice is dark, she shivers. "Have you done anything since then? No. You haven't even spoken to him! Damn little rabbit..."
"I'm not a rabbit!" the absurdity of the insult shocks her, and she's reminded suddenly of her favorite Tori Amos song.
"Hiding, twitching... seems rabbit-like to me."
"I'm not hiding."
"You are. If you weren't, you'd have done as I told you by now, and made Mulder like you again. He did once, so there's no reason for him not to now that he hasn't gotten a girlfriend anymore."
"But Spender, things are different now!" She wails, almost loud enough to wake her grandmother.
Spender gives her a look she can't read. "Not as different as they're going to be."
He fades into the shadows again a couple of minutes later, leaving her still cowering on her bed. For the millionth time she wonders what he really wants of her, and why he came back again, once they'd thought him gone for good. The difference is this time she's the only one who sees him.
"I don't want to look," Scully says as Skinner attempts to steer her towards the bulletin boards.
"You have to," he insists.
Sighing, she goes up to the board and finds the boldfaced word "Hero." Then she looks back at him with a frown. "I didn't get a part."
Skinner, meanwhile, has been looking at the rest of the cast list. "Yeah you did."
"No, Katie Greenwood got Hero," Scully corrects him, grumpily.
"I didn't say you got Hero, I said you got a part."
"Which one?" she asks, still feeling gloomy.
"Beatrice." Skinner happily tells her. "I've always thought she was the coolest female role in the play."
"Really? I'm Beatrice? I've always liked her character, too. Who got Benedick?"
"You don't want to know," Skinner says quickly. When she tries to look, he covers the name with his hand.
"Let me see!" She demands, batting his hand away. He reluctantly drops his hand, she wishes he hadn't.
Benedick: Krycek Valentine
"This is not happening!" Scully moans.
Skinner pats her on the back. "At least the animosity between your characters won't be feigned," he says brightly, not daring to mention how the play ends. "And I'll be there in case he's a jerk.
"This is going to be the worse production of Much Ado About Nothing ever." She says dramatically, making him wonder if it's a prediction or a vow.
Capeside High Stage
Three girls sitting in the front row while they wait for their minor parts in a party scene make eyes at Krycek, but he doesn't notice because he's looking at Scully. She's not thrilled by that, but since it's a scene they have together in act one she can't make any reasonable objections. The quips are kind of fun, she thinks.
"I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick: nobody marks you," she says as Beatrice.
"What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?" Krycek looks mockingly surprised, which earns him a titter from the girls in the front row.
"Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence."
The girls glare at Scully, who has to hide her grin; at least she's getting a reaction from someone if not the director. Predictably Kryeck is his pet.
Krycek opens his mouth to say his next line, but instead dives forward and knocks Scully off her feet. Her eyes wide with furious shock, she thinks to scream at him from her landing place on the floor. But then she hears a tremendous crash. One of the stage lights is now shattered where she'd been standing moments before.
"Are you ok?" Krycek asks, holding out his hand to help her to her feet.
Still shaken, she lets him help her up instead of snapping at him or batting his hand away. Meanwhile the director is shouting for someone to find the janitor.
After a few minutes of the director and janitor scrambling to clean things up, while the shell-shocked cast sits and watches, the show rehearsal goes on.
"Take it from the last line, please." The director instructs.
"Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence." Scully repeats nervously, barely resisting the urge to look up at the remaining lights.
"Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none."
"A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me," Scully retorts.
"God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate scratched face." Kryeck crows.
"I knew I picked the right people for Beatrice and Benedick. I could tell by the way they were fighting before the auditions," the director mumbles, but not as softly as he'd intended to.
"Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such a face as yours were."
"Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher."
"A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours."
"I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer. But keep your way, i' God's name; I have done." Kryeck quips to laughter.
The laugher stops abruptly when a sinister cackling fills the room. Everyone on stage and off looks around for the source, while the director squawks about the sound cues.
Skinner and another boy come onto the stage and protest that they haven't touched the sound board yet, so don't blame them for the noise. Not believing them the director tromps up on stage and goes to look at the sound board for himself.
It's not turned on. But the cackling has stopped too.
Skinner gives Scully a nervous look when the director storms back declaring the rehearsal to be over, and that he didn't ask for this, he wishes no one ever made him department head if he was going to have to deal with plays like this one.
"Scully... I think you should tell Mulder about this," Skinner says as they file out.
"Yeah you should." Krycek adds. Scully glares at him.
"Hey, isn't your boyfriend the one who figured out who was making the animals act crazy last year?" The girl playing Margaret asks suddenly.
"I remember that." Another boy says. "Tim from my bio class was the kid who got bit by the squirrels. You should ask your boyfriend about this."
"He's not my boyfriend." Scully declares. "We broke up."
"You should still talk to him about this."
"Yeah, this is weird. I bet he'd have ideas."
Feeling overwhelmed, Scully wants to tell them to leave her alone, but she's shaken by the botched rehearsal too, so she knows where they're coming from. It doesn't make it any easier, though.
Grimacing slightly because of the smell of dirty diapers emanating from the bag, Mulder carries it out to the curb as quickly as he can. He didn't mind the chore half as much before his brother was born; as much as he loves Price, the kid can make quite a stink.
Just as he sets the bag down, his flashlight goes out. It's so perfectly dark that he can't even see his house, so he shakes and taps it, hoping that it'll spring back to life. It does, just in time for him to be attacked by a monster.
"Ah!" he cries as he's thrown completely off balance. Swaying perilously, he comes very close to landing on the bag of garbage, but he twists away at the last second, and lands on his butt in the snow instead.
"God, Mulder, what's wrong with you?" A familiar voice asks.
Shining the now active light on the figure before him, Mulder sees that it isn't a monster at all. It's Scully. "Yeah, you sneak up on me in the dark and ask what's wrong with ME?" He snaps, before he remembers he wants to get back on her good side again.
"It wasn't so dark before your flashlight went out," she points out. "And I wasn't so much sneaking as walking from the opposite direction where I parked my car. Are your parents having a party? Your driveway is full."
"My Mom's book club is meeting," Mulder tells her as he finishes brushing the snow off his pants. "Why are you here?"
She cautiously answers his question with another. "Is it ok that I'm here?"
Mulder doesn't know. "I guess." He finally says. The flashlight's weak beam offers enough illumination to make the fact that she's obviously cold, and something at the back of his mind tells him that he ought to invite her in. He ignores it, however, because he already knows that whatever her reason is for visiting, it has nothing to do with making up, and he'll get more nosy questions from his mother than he can bear. "What's up?"
"You know I'm in a play, right?" Scully asks.
"Yeah, Reyes told me," he says, confirming Scully's suspicions that Reyes is meddling.
"Well..." She trails off hesitantly, leaving him to wonder why. "There have been strange things happening during the rehearsals."
"What kind of strange?" he asks, wondering if Krycek has been bothering her. The fact that the other boy plays opposite her in the production has not escaped his notice.
"Your sort of strange," Scully says, her cheeks turning pinker than the cold has already made them. He wonders if he should be flattered or insulting that he has a 'kind' of strange. "Lights flickering on and off, one light actually fell on the stage, sound cues getting messed up, props going missing...and a really weird laugher echoing though the stage." Scully inventories the events of the past two days. The rehearsal earlier in the day hadn't gone much better than the one before.
"Sounds like someone is amusing themselves by playing pranks," he tells her, his mind still on Krycek.
"You don't think it sounds like a ghost or anything?"
"You don't believe in ghosts," he points out, sounding puzzled.
"I don't, but..." She shrugs. "Everyone else seems to, and you can't reason with everyone."
"But you're here because..." He prompts her.
She squirms as she explains. "Because they know you dig that sort of thing, and I was drafted to ask for your help."
Mulder frowns in the darkness away from the flashlight's beam. It seems unfair to him that she's completely unwilling to give him a second chance, yet still wants his help with things. Still, it is a step forward... "When's your next practice?"
"After school Monday." Scully sounds less embarrassed.
"I still think it's someone messing with you guys, but I'll come and see what happens. Ok?"
"Great, everyone will be so pleased."
It's only after she's gone that he lets himself wonder if she's pleased too.
Saturday after the lunch rush
The Ice House-
Looking up from the table she's clearing, Scully notices that Reed is only taking half-hearted swipes at the counter he's cleaning. She expects him to begin sighing deeply any second now.
"So... you look depressed. What gives?"
"You remember Chris, right?"
She does have a fairly clear mental picture of the short skinny lead singer for Money Grubbing Communists. "I think you might have brought him by a time or two," she teases him. When his eyes cloud over, she wishes she hadn't.
"He told me he met someone new," Reed says, finally sighing.
"Yeah... Looks like you and I have something in common now, though."
"You know, facing Valentines Day alone."
She thinks of correcting him, but stops. Chagrined, she realizes that she is going to be alone on Valentines Day, and it's all her own fault. And Mulder's. " Oh well, we'll just have to wear black and listen to the Smiths," she tells him, managing the faintest of smiles.
"So? What do you think is going on?" Skinner asks Mulder. Skinner's eyes are wide because this practice was interrupted when a can of blue paint came sailing from back stage and landed in the middle of a scene with a splash.
"It's a ghost, isn't it?" Krycek asks. "I know you people were talking about a ghost when we went on that hike last May."
"Hey! How did you know that?" Mulder demands to know with a glower. "We talked about that before we decided we wouldn't kill you for joining us. You were at least 50 feet away still."
"I can't help it if I have good hearing," Krycek protests.
"Nice avoidance tactic, Mulder. You still haven't said what you think is going on." Skinner complains.
Mulder gives them a level look. "I think someone is messing with you."
"Someone like a ghost, right?" Krycek prompts. "Or maybe an evil spirit."
"Someone like a human being. Like Skinner or I." He smirks when Krycek picks up on the implication of what he's said.
"You're not serious," Skinner says with a faint smile. "Now tell us what you really think is going on."
"I think that someone is messing with you. I don't think this has anything to do with the supernatural at all."
The look Skinner and Krycek give him is one of such great disappointment that he's tempted to change his mind and tell them maybe it's Casper after all, but he really doesn't think it's the work of anything but a plain old flesh and blood person.
"Well, thanks for coming to the practice," Skinner says, sounding awkward.
"Yeah, no problem. I'm sure you'll figure out who is behind it soon."
They nod, but the second he leaves they wonder aloud if he's losing his touch.
"Mama, Dada, S'm, 'Der!"
Mulder laughs as he watches his father play with Price. The baby is on Mitch's lap, and he's helping him point at people to name while they wait for dinner to be ready. Gale gives them a quick smile, but she's got her hands full, so she doesn't really join the game.
"Boy, you're smart Price," Sam tells him, reach over to tickle him, which sets him giggling. "You got every one right."
"Uh oh." Mitch stands suddenly. "Someone needs a diaper change, right away."
Price just grins at them, and if Mulder didn't know better, he'd think the baby was pleased with himself. He's still grinning as Mitch whisks him away.
"Mulder, would you keep an eye on the potatoes? I need to get something out of the freezer downstairs."
"Sure, Mom," he replies, and Sam mouths a hopeful "pie?" as their mother leaves the room. Mulder shrugs.
"Have you ever heard of bloody Mary?" Sam asks as he peers down into the pot on the stove.
"Oh no, not you too."
"Not me too what? What'd I do?" She pouts.
"Skinner and Krycek are convinced that there's a ghost haunting their play."
"Well, is there?"
"I don't think so. I keep trying to tell them that it's probably someone playing a joke on them, but no one believes me."
"It is kind of odd for you. I mean, everyone knows you believe in ghosts, so why are you saying it's not a ghost?"
"Just because I believe in ghosts doesn't mean I have to think everything weird that happens is because of ghosts," Mulder points out. "This just doesn't seem like ghosts."
"Funny, though, you being the one to doubt the unexplained, though." Sam tells him. "and here I thought I was the only one with any sense."
When their mother returns with the pie, Sam is running around the table to escape Mulder, who's still trying to swat her in retaliation. Since they're both laughing, she ignores them, and shoves a pie in the oven.
Two weeks later
Capeside High stage
People are frantically scurrying around, trying desperately to get into their costumes. Several half-dressed people are nearly hysterical because their hair or makeup seems "wrong! All wrong!" suddenly.
Scully ignores them and calmly puts on her own costume. The rehearsals have gone well, disruptions not withstanding, and she's feeling pretty good about opening night. She's also more than half thankful that there are only going to be three showings, since it taking up a month of her life so far is more than enough for her.
Everything, besides the panic of getting dressed, seems to be going fine. At least until a chilling laugh swells up. Several people stop talking in mid-complaint, and most people look at each other.
Skinner catches Kycek's eye, but very few people notice that they've left their former positions.
"Bwaha- Ack! Get off of me!"
Everyone looks puzzled, but there's more yelping and the sounds of a scuffle. Finally a figure, wrapped about the middle with one of the veils from the last act, is dragged out onto the stage by a triumphant looking Skinner and Krycek.
"So...did anyone want to say anything to our 'ghost'?" Krycek asks with a sneer.
Several people shout questions, most of which are difficult for the culprit to answer, given they're about his character.
Scully stares at the boy, whom she recalls was someone who tried out for the part of Claudio, in mild wonder. She'd begun to half believe that people were right, and the play was haunted. She isn't sure how she feels about it just being a boy after all...just like Mulder insisted.
"You know, though," Skinner tells Krycek as soon as the boy is no longer their problem. "Mulder is going to be insufferable when he finds out that he was right."
"Aww...everyone gets to be right once." Krycek replies in a condescending tone, but he's smiling.
Capeside High stage
After the "ghost" was removed by the vice-principal, the play went off without a hitch.
Scully gets through the play by pretending that her sister, her nephew, and her friends are sitting there in the audience watching her. Skinner asked Mulder to come, and a tiny part of her is glad he's there, if only because he'd helped them solve the mystery.
The play lopes along like an excited puppy, and at last they get to the last act, in which Claudio agrees to marry Hero's "cousin" and is shocked, but thrilled, to learn that the woman he's marrying is his lost love.
Once the happy pair are married, it's time for one of Scully and Krycek's biggest scenes.
He looks at the still shrouded women. "Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice?" he asks.
Scully throws off the veil. "I answer to that name. What is your will?"
"Do not you love me?"
"Why, no; no more than reason." Scully reluctantly replies, completely in character, fortunately.
"Why, then your uncle and the prince and Claudio have been deceived; they swore you did." Krycek affects a surprised tone.
"Do not you love me?"
"Troth, no; no more than reason," he replies, turning her words back upon her.
"Why, then my cousin Margaret and Ursula are much deceived; for they did swear you did."
"They swore that you were almost sick for me." Krycek retorts.
"They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me." Scully looks mirthful.
"'Tis no such matter. Then you do not love me?" His hurt is obviously pretend, but maybe under the surface it's a real answer he's looking for.
"No, truly, but in friendly recompense." Scully declares primly.
"Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman." Leonato admonishes.
The boy playing Claudio brandishes a slip of paper" And I'll be sworn upon't that he loves her; For here's a paper written in his hand, A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, Fashion'd to Beatrice."
"And here's another Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick." The play's Hero adds, picking her cousin's pocket for another paper.
"A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity." Krycek proclaims with a smile.
"I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption," Scully retorts.
"Peace! I will stop your mouth!" Krycek exclaims, kissing Scully.
Sitting in the audience, Mulder grinds his fingernails into the palms of his hands. He knows that the kiss is just a stage one, but it doesn't look like it. And Scully doesn't look terribly unhappy about having to kiss Krycek.
Maybe it's right for her to kiss him, or some other boy. Maybe they're not really meant to get back together. The maybes keep him from realizing that his hands hurt until they're more than a dull ache.
Glancing at his palms, he sees the weeping red crescents, and stuffs his hands into his pockets. He's gone before any of the actors leave the stage.
Produced by CC, KW and Neoxphile
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