Title: Mulder's Creek: 32 Possession I
Author: Neoxphile 
Author Email: neoxphile@aol.com 
Rating: PG-13 
Category: X-File , Friendship 
Keywords: Pre-XF, Alternate universe, Crossover 
Pairings: Mulder/Scully Romance, Doggett/Reyes romance 
Crossover Info: Dawson's Creek 
Spoilers: X-Files seasons 1-8, Dawson's creek seasons 1-4 
Summary: Mulder and Scully reconcile just in time for the prom...
and to be cajoled into being part of the prom committee.

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Opening scene

Mulder rolls his eyes when he sees what his mother has dressed Price
in. He didnt even know such an outfit came in that size. A yellow
slicker comes down to Prices knees and tiny red rain boots go so far
up his shins that you can barely tell that hes wearing pants. Price
doesnt seem impressed by the yellow hat tied to his head, and is
busily whining as he tries to pull it off.

"Momhe cant even walk yet, what does he need boots for?" 

"He can stand." She replies in a reasonable tone.

"So you think that Im going to carry him outside and stand him in a
puddle?"

"Mulder, just put your coat on." 

"Aww, Mom"

"Put it on, Mulder. I want both my little boys dry and warm." She
says sweetly.

He sighs and grabs his raincoat. At least his is nylon and blue, not
yellow or vinyl. "For someone having a favor done, you sure are
pushy." He remarks. It wasnt his idea to take his brother shopping,
shed begged him to, pleading a headachewhich seems to be improving
already.

"Thats how moms are." 

Hes still frowning as they head for the car. Whoever said that April
showers bring May flowers should have been smacked for their
irritating enthusiasm. So far the only day it hasnt rained was his
birthday.

Gale is watching from the door, so he waits until she closes it to
whip the stupid hat off of Prices head.

"Thats better, isnt it?" Price gives him a toothy smile, so he
obviously appreciates the gesture. "I know moms and dads are supposed
to know whats best for their kids"

Mulder trails off, and faces forward in the drivers seat. Did his
parents really know what was best, particularly for this little son
of theirs? All at once he can imagine the arguments that hell have
with them on Prices behalf when Price is much older. The thought
both saddens and scares him.

Looking over his shoulder, he says, "But dont you worry, Brat. Sam
and I wont let them do anything bad to you."

When Price squeals his name and claps his hands, Mulder feels better.
He throws the car into drive, and theyre off, away from their
parents. For half a second, he wonders if this will be a pattern
between them, driving away.

*** 
Theme song -" Stranded" By Plumb 
*** 

Great Bay Mental Health
Wednesday Afternoon

Theres a model skull on the desk, three framed diplomas from schools
that are either far away or made up, six red books, five yellow
books, three green books and eleven blue books in the bookcase, a
plant on the window sill, and one doctor whos staring at Fowley
since she isnt really looking at him. But since he hasnt said a
word to her yet, shes too nervous to look at him.

Finally, he speaks. "When your grandmother made this appointment for
you, she mentioned that you were experiencing some difficulties."

"Yes. Either my dead boyfriend has been haunting me for the past four
months, or Im going crazy."

There. Shes said it. She doesnt feel much better, though. Thats
disappointing.

"I see. Lets talk about when this happens. Is it the same every
time, or does something different happen each time?"

"Its the same every time. I see him right before I go to bed." 

"Ok Can you describe your pre-bedtime routine, please?" 

Fowley wants to shout at him that she doesnt see any point in this,
but hes the trained professional "I get undressed and put on my
PJs. Then I go downstairs and get a glass of water and take my pill.
After that I got to the bathroom, brush my teeth, wash my face, and
return to my room. And hes always there, waiting." The doctor nods,
so she goes on to explain how she realized that she was crazy. "At
first I thought he was breaking into the house but then I realized
that hes always there too quickly-"

The doctor cuts her off, seeming not to be very interested in her
theory. "You said you take a pill. A pill for what?"

"Oh. To help me sleep. I stopped sleeping normally when my friend
Reyes and I discovered my boyfriends body during the summer."

"A sleeping pill?" 

"Yeah. Ambien." 

"How long have you been taking it?" 

"Since the beginning of December." 

"I see How long do you think usually passes between the time you
swallow the pill and you go into your room for the night?"

Feeling very confused, Fowley has trouble figuring that out for a
minute. "Ten minutes, maybe?"

The doctor nods again, which is beginning to annoy her. "When your MD
prescribed Ambien to you, did he explain to you that an unusual, but
not rare, side affect to that particular drug is hallucinations?"

"I think I would have remembered her saying something like that-"
Fowley stops to think for a moment. "Wait, do you think that the
sleeping pill is causing me to see him?"

He gives her a slightly encouraging look. "While I cant answer that
question with certainty at this point, it is a place to start. Is it
possible that the drug is causing you to hallucinate that you see
him? Undoubtedly. However, we wont know that for certain until we
try stopping the medication and see if you continue to see him or
not."

"That would be wonderful but how am I going to sleep without it? The
doctor prescribed it because I wasnt sleeping more than 3 or 4 hours
at a time."

"Before you leave today, Ill give you some literature on
non-chemical methods of curing insomnia. Something like self-hypnosis
often works, but its not seen as efficient as medicating, so many
MDs dont explore those possibilities."

"That sounds great." 

It really does. For the first time in months Fowley feels like she
might not be losing her mind after all, and it feels wonderful.

**

Hallway of Capeside high
Friday between 5th and 6th periods

"Doggett, do you know whats coming up?" 

He gives Reyes a wary glance. Shes looking at him with the same look
in her eyes that a cat does right before it pounces on a hapless
mouse. "Am I a man or am I a mouse?" He wonders aloud, to her
bafflement. Before she can ask him what he means, he asks, "What?"

"The prom." 

"I noticed the posters." He tells her with a slight nod of the head.
She looks like shes expecting him to say more, but he doesnt to
tease her.

After letting her stew in a sulky silence for almost a minute, he
asks her the question shes waiting for. "So this prom, suppose we
should go?"

Though she tries to match his casual attitude, her eyes give her
away. "I think we ought to. They say people who dont regret it."

"Yeah we wouldnt want to set ourselves up for a lifetime of regret.
I suppose this means that Im going to have to wear a tux though."

"People might point and laugh if you dont." 

"Since when am I afraid of pointing and laughing? Maybe Ill just not
wear one to show them that Im not afraid of a little humiliation."

"Doggett-" He can tell she wants to shout at him, but is desperately
trying to hold her temper.

"But if it were you who wanted me to wear one, I might. I do care
what you think."

"Please wear one." 

"Youve got it. Anything for you, Babe." 

She raises an eyebrow. "Babe?" 

"Just trying it out. I dont think it works. How about Kitten?" 

"Really anything?" 

Oh God, he thinks. "Um"

"I think Mulder should ask Scully to the prom." 

"What is that, rejection is good for the soul or some other such
trite theory?"

"We dont know that shed say no." 

"No, but theres better chance that she would than saying yes. How
about you do something for me. Promise not to interfere."

"But Doggett-" 

"But nothing, Kitten. Match making doesnt usually lead to anything
good. Lets worry about you and I enjoying the prom, and leave
everyone else to sort things out for themselves."

Reyes sighs. "I guess"

He throws his arm around her. "Thats a girl. I wonder if they make a
patch."

"For what?" 

"To cure people of a match making addiction." 

She pushes him away, but she doesnt look too upset. "Right in the
aisle with the smart ass patches."

"What, and rid myself of my best feature?" 

"The world would weep. And Doggett? Dont call me Kitten." 

**

Capeside High
Last period

Mulder notices that Krycek is sneering in his direction. Deciding
that hed rather get things over with, he asks "What?"

"Just lookin at these signs, and thinking." 

Krycek nods in the direction of the signs that Doggett and Reyes had
been talking about earlier in the day.

"You were thinking? Congratulations, we all had faith in you that
youd form a thought some day."

"Funny. I was thinking about who I was going to ask to the prom,
actually."

"Are you going with Sandy again? You made a nice couple last year."
Mulder finds himself saying, though he has no idea how those polite
words got into his brain.

"Nah. Sandy said she doesnt want to see me any more. I dont know
why."

"She smartened up, apparently. Now shes only as dumb as a stick. I
suppose thats an improvement over a rock, since a stick is alive."

Krycek ignores him. "I was thinking of asking Scully to go with me,
actually."

Mulders eyes widen in surprise. "Are you insane? She cant stand
you! Shed never go to the prom with you."

"I dont know, Mulder, when we were in that play this winter, I think
there was chemistry between her and I."

"That was a stage kiss." Mulder scoffs.

"Sure it was." Krycek laughs and walks away.

Frustration builds up in Mulder as thought about that kiss again. An
unpleasant thought sobers him: does he even have the right to try to
scare Krycek off?

**

Leary home
Saturday night

"Mulder, that paint shop program you have, you can use it to edit
pictures, right?"

"Yup." 

"Its not supposed be good as photoshop, though." Sam frowns a
little.

"I know. But photoshop costs six times as much, and mom and dad wont
buy it."

"Yeah do you think you could put your program on my computer,
though?"

"I guess so. "

"Good, cause were learning how to do things to pictures in my
computer class, and I want to try some stuff with pictures I got off
the internet."

"G-rated ones, I hope." Mulder smirks.

"Nah. I found pictures of slutty beaches and erect forests." 

"Sam!" She grins at him, apparently pleased to have gotten that
reaction.

Then she completely changes the subject. "How old were you when you
decided that you liked Scully?"

"Scully and I are not dating." He points out.

"I know, but you used to. How old?" 

"Sixteen, I think. I liked Fowley before that, though." Mulder gives
her a suspicious look. "Why?"

When her cheeks pink he realizes that whatever shes hiding, its not
a plan like Reyes constant scheming to get them back together. "I
was just wondering"Sam mumbles.

"Uh huh." 

"Were too young now, but someday Dadens gonna be my boyfriend." 

"Oh really?" A smile plays at the corner of his lips, because he
wonders if any girls had ever thought that about him when he was
thirteen.

"Yup. Its destiny. Just like you and Scully." 

And look at how well that worked out, he thinks.
 
**

Main street
Sunday afternoon

Fowley is looking into a window of a store, trying to figure out if
her grandmother is in there, when a hand touches her shoulder. She
leaps forward and lets out an undignified little shriek of fright,
all thoughts of the pesky clerk she wants to avoid flee. When she
turns around, she sees Zane standing there, trying to control his
mirth.

"I dont usually have that effect on women." 

"Do you usually go sneaking up behind them?" 

"Only if theyre really cute." 

She doesnt reply, just blushes.

"I havent seen you around much. Is it because your grandmother likes
me ok? I know that can be the kiss of death." His tone is still
playful, but theres a bit of hurt in his eyes.

Fowley doesnt know what to say. "I was hallucinating my dead
boyfriend for a few months, and that sort of took up a lot of my
time" just doesnt have a good ring to it. Instead she settles on,
"Youre not as persistent as Id figured. Thats sort of
disappointing."

"I might seem like a suave Don Juan on the outside, but on the inside
Im a mess of insecurities."

"Arent we all?" Her tone is sardonic, so he gives her a faintly
puzzled look.

"Perhaps we ought to be insecure together then." He suggests. "Safety
in numbers and all."

"Im still seventeen." She reminds him.

He gives her a pensive look, then brightens. "But I believe that your
birthday is in May, and this is April."

"Thats true, my birthday is the seventh." 

"Excellent. Ive waited since July, I can surely wait another month
for your undivided attention It would be undivided, wouldnt it?"

"Yes. But what about you, no girlfriend still?" 

He leans towards her and whispers, "Apparently Im difficult. No
one wants to put up with me. They just dont have complementary
temperaments."

"And I do?" Her smile is wry.

"Well, Im willing to find out, anyway, if you are. Im going to
bring you a birthday present, all right?"

"Ok." 

He gives a flamboyant bow. "Until then my lady." 

She watches him go, a look of mingled happiness and amusement on her
face. Grams joins her, coming out of a different store than the one
that Fowley had been looking in. "You look happier than Ive seen you
be in a long while."

"I am happier." Fowley admits.

"Good. Want to get ice cream before we go home?" 

"Id love to Grams." But even as shes answering, something occurs to
her, and she vows to address it as soon as possible. Guilt will make
sure she does.

**

Potter Home
Tuesday late afternoon

Bessie doesnt recognize the girl standing there when she opens the
door.

"Hiis Scully home?" 

"Yup, one minute." 

Scully jumps when Bessie knocks on her door. Shed been doing
homework, and felt like the knock was pulling her back from miles
away.

"You scared me." 

"Sorry. Listen, theres someone here to see you." 

"Who?" 

"I didnt get her name. She has dark hair, though." 

"Oh, okay." Scully wonders who it could be, since Bessie would
obviously recognize Reyes. When she gets outside, shes not sure she
wants to stay.

"Im sorry to drop by without warning, but I really need to talk to
you." Fowley says. She looks as uncomfortable as Scully feels, which
is the only reason Scully decides to hear her out.

"Theres a picnic table out back." 

Once theyre both seated, across from each other, not next to one
another, Fowleys mouth quirks in a half frown. "I dont usually like
to talk to people about personal things, but I think you have a right
to know whats going on."

Scully stares at her, wondering what shes come to confess.

This only flusters Fowley more. "I know you know that Reyes and I
found Spendersbody over the summer. What you dont know is that
after that I stopped being able to sleep. Every time I closed my
eyes, I had nightmares. Over and over we found his skeleton, the
clothes rotting off, his skull gleaming

"This went on for months, until the beginning of December, when Grams
had enough of trying home remedies, none of which helped. She had me
see my doctor, and get a prescription for sleeping pills. And they
worked great, I could sleep again."

Scully nods, wondering why Fowley had put such an emphasis on the
word "December." "A lot of people swear by sleeping pills."

"Yeah The other thing that happened in December is that Spender
started to haunt me." Fowley wont look at her.

"Oh." 

"He told me to do all sorts of things, and if I didnt, hed spend
hours yelling at me, calling me names At first I tried to ignore
him, but it got to be too hard to listen to him, so I started to do
the things he wanted me to do. One of those things was to break you
and Mulder up." She finally looks Scully in the eye.

"Why?" 

"I dont know. I regret it now Eventually, the things he wanted me
to do made less and less sense. So I began to wonder if maybe I
wasnt being haunted, but going crazy instead."

"Are you crazy?" Scully blurts out, then is horrified by her lack of
tact.

Fowley doesnt seem to mind though. "I thought so, until a few days
ago. I saw a shrink, and he told me that Im not being haunted, or
going crazy. One of the side effects of the sleeping pills I was
taking is hallucinations, but only a tiny number of people have them.
I was one of the lucky few."

"You were only imagining you saw Spender, then?" 

"Yup. I havent taken the sleeping pills in a week, and he hasnt
come back. The nightmares are gone now too."

"Well, thats good, but why did you need to tell me this?" Scully
asks.

"Dont you see? Mulder wasnt lying to you. He really didnt do
anything to get me to kiss him. It was all meI thought Spender
wanted me to break the two of you up. If you need proof I can get the
shrink to write you a letter about the hallucinations."

"No, thats ok. I believe you." 

"I feel so bad, Scully. You two were such a good couple, and I ruined
everything." To Scullys horror, she sees that Fowleys eyes are
brimming with tears. "Its all my fault. I wish you would talk to
him, because I cant stand to see you both suffering apart."

"Who says were suffering?" Scully counters.

"Everyone. Neither of you so much have looked at anyone else the past
four or five months, doesnt that tell you something? You cant move
on, because youre not supposed to. You belong together."

"Maybe we would have broken up anyway." 

"Maybe." Fowley agrees. "But I didnt give you the chance to find
out."

"Does Mulder know that youre talking to me?" 

"Like he would believe wed talk without killing each other." 

She has a point, Scully decides. "Thanks. It was brave of you to tell
me all of this."

"Will you talk to Mulder then?" Fowley looks hopeful.

"Ill certainly think about it." Scully finds herself promising.

"Good. Like I said, Im really sorry about this." 

For once Scully thinks that the other girl is being sincere. It
surprises her a little.

**

The Icehouse
Thursday Dinner

Skinner is looking for a case of paper napkins in the store room,
when he feels a tap on his shoulder. Glancing up, he sees that its
Reed.

"I didnt think you were scheduled for today." 

"Im not. I sort of wanted to talk to you." 

"Oh? What about?" 

"How political are you feeling?" 

Reed looks slightly bashful, so that confuses Skinner. He has no clue
whats going on. "It depends on the issue."

Reed looks even more flustered. "I was thinking that we ought to go
to the prom. Together."

"To make a statement?" Skinner asks, raising an eyebrow. Reed
squirms.

"Thats part of it the rest is because, well, I think that you might
feel differently about me than you did when we first met."

"True. When I first met you, I thought you were a stuck-up pain in
the butt. Now I know you were just shy."

"And?" 

"Oh." Skinner cant resist making Reed suffer for a moment longer, so
he lets a pregnant pause build up before replying." Id love to go to
the prom with you."

"Great." Reed looks thrilled and shy both. "Thats um, great." 

"You know, though, you were right earlier. This is going to be seen
as a statement." Skinner warns.

Reed shrugs. "Let them think whatever they want. Its worth it." 

**

When Skinner goes on break a little while later, he uses the phone to
call home. "Hey Dad, is Reyes around? Ok thanks. Talk to you when I
get home." He waits while Mr. McPhee hands off the phone. "Hey sis,
do I have news for youReed asked me to the promYes really Of
course I said yesOh God, do I have to? Cant Scully be a fashion
consultant for you?Ah, yeah, I know what you mean. Ok, I will, but
you can only go to three stores, then Im picking out a tux and going
hometake it or leave it. Ive got to go, well talk at after I get
home. Knowing you well talk for hoursYou cant get mad at me for
telling the truth!"

After Reyes makes an explanation about tact and hangs up on him, he
uses the rest of his break to think about the prom.

** 

It makes me sad to think
This could all be for nothing
I wish there
was a way
For you to see inside me
I've never felt this way
About
anyone or anything
Tell me

Standing alone against the wall, Mulder watches. Scully is wearing a
slinky black dress and her hair is French braided with matching
ribbons woven in. Her head is grown back and she's laughing at
something. Krycek's arms are around her, holding her close.

Mulder grimaces as Krycek's hands wander towards Scully's butt.
Krycek catches his eye and smears at him. He wishes of the floor were
open up and swallow him. He never should've let Doggett and Reyes
talking to coming. He doesn't along here, among the happy couples,
and he knows it.

Scully finally notices him and smiles for a split second- just before
kissing Krycek.

One word fills Mulder's mind as the kiss deepens. "Noooo"

There's the tremor, and the floor in front of him begins to ripple.
He's not sure if he ought to be glad that his wish is coming true, or
frightened out of his mind. At first it seems like he's the only one
who notices what's going on, but then there's a person reaching out
to him. It's gotten dusty, and he can't tell who it is. Apparently
doesn't matter, because the person grabs the shoulder and-

"Hey Mulder, wake up." 

Before he opens his eyes, an unpleasant smell fills Mulder's nose.
Dead fish.

"What?" 

"Have you not then sleeping at night or something? It's not like you
to fall asleep on the way back from fishing."

That is it. He and Doggett are driving home from fishing. It's the
first time they've gone in a while, and it has been fun.

"Yeah, I've had a few rough few nights." Mulder gives Doggett a
sidelong glance. "Do you think Scully would go to the prom with
Krycek?"

Doggett snorts." Maybe after a lobotomy. Why do you ask?" 

Mulder waves hand. "That's what my dream was about." 

"Sounds more like a nightmare." 

"Uh huh." 

Besides the floor opening part, a dream had had an unpleasant
realistic quality to it. But Doggett was right, there's no way that
Scully would go to the prom with Krycek

**

Leary home
Thursday 10:30pm

"Mulder! Come downstairs!" 

Mulder gives a puzzled frown. His father sounds annoyed, and he cant
think of anything that hes done wrong today to make him upset. He
turns off the TV and rushes down.

When he reaches the bottom of the stairs, Mitch is waiting with a
stern look. "Visitors this time of night are not acceptable, Mulder.
Please keep it brief."

"Visitors? What visitors?" 

His father moves aside, and he sees Scully standing in the doorway.
"Keep it brief." Mitch mutters, stomping up the stairs.

Scully looks apologetic. "Im sorry to get you in trouble." 

"Its ok." Mulder says, holding the door open so she can come in.
"Um is there something wrong?"

"No." 

"Then, um"

"Ive been thinking about something for days, and I just couldnt
stand it a second longer, so here I am. Bessie will probably kill me
for being out this late on a school night, but I cant take it any
more."

Mulder gives her a stricken look. This is when she tells me that
shes going to the prom with Krycek, he thinks.

"Have you talked to Fowley this week?" 

"Were in the same Art class, so I kind of have to. I mean, you cant
share materials without occasionally asking for something."

Scully shakes her head. "Thats not what I mean. Have you talked to
her?" 

"I dont think so. Not about anything important." Mulder looks
puzzled.

"She told me what happened. In December." Mulder almost asks her what
Fowleys version of the events is, but Scully continues to speak.
"She told me that it wasnt anything you did. It wasnt your fault."

"Dont get me wrong, Im glad that you finally believe its not my
fault, but why do you believe her? I told you it wasnt anything Id
done, and you didnt believe me."

"Because she didnt have anything to gain by lying to me. Because she
told me that her doctor finally figured out that she was seeing
Spender because a drug shed been prescribed was making her see
Spender."

"What? She saw Spender? Was he the one who told her to break us up?" 

Scully nods. "Shes sorry. God, Mulder, I dont think Ive ever seen
anyone who looked more sorry. So I guess we really cant blame her
for what happened."

"Yeah, well"

"Will you go to the prom with me?" 

It takes a couple of seconds for his brain to process the question.
"You want to go to prom?"

"This has been a stupid waste of four perfectly good months, Mulder.
We shouldnt let a problem that we cant really blame anyone for
steal any more time from us."

"Are you do you just want to go to the prom, or are you talking
about getting back together?" He stammers. "Not that prom isnt
good-"

Instead of answering him, Scully stands on her toes and kisses him
softly on the mouth. "Both, if you want to."

"I think Id like to give it a shot." His voice is husky.

Hes just about to draw her closer when they hear a squeal behind
them. Whipping their heads back, they see Sam crouched on the stairs.
"I told you it was destiny!" She giggles, then flees to her room.

Mulder rolls his eyes. "You heard that, its destiny." 

"Shes quite a kid." Scully tells him with a smirk.

"Hey! Dont talk about your future sister-in-law that way!" 

"Oh, not only are we going to the prom and dating again, were going
to get married too?" She asks archly.

"If you play your cards right." 

"Good-night, Mulder." She kisses his cheek. "Thank you." 

Mulder can barely sleep that night, because he keeps remembering what
happened, half afraid that its all going to be a dream when he wakes
up. But he is awake.

 **

Capeside High
Friday Lunch

"Guess what." Scully says to Doggett, Reyes, Reed and Skinner at
lunch. "Mulder and I are going to the prom."

Mulder says nothing, but turns a little pink since everyone has
turned to look at him. Sensing that theyre expecting an
acknowledgment of some sort from him, he nods.

"This is so great!" Reyes says excitedly. "You know what this means,
right?"

"Were all going to be wearing uncomfortable clothes?" Mulder
suggests.

"No, Mulder. Were all going to be wearing uncomfortable clothes
together." Doggett corrects them.

"But theyll be pretty. Even if they are uncomfortable." Scully
objects.

"I hate you all." Reyes complains. "What this means is that you all
can be on prom committee with me."

"Un uh." 
"No way." 
"I dont know"

Reyes puts her hands on her hips. "Youre not thinking things
through. Reed, Skinner, if youre on prom committee, itll mean that
no one can keep you from going to the prom. Scully, youll have one
more thing to put on your college activity under extra curricular
activities." She then turns to look at Mulder and Doggett, both of
who are smirking." And you two, do you know what one of the biggest
responsibilities of the prom committee is?"

"Does it involve balloons?" Mulder asks.

"Naw, I bet we get to pick out which of the pretty glasses people get
to keep afterwards. I vote for mugs, for the record. Manly mugs."
Doggett declares.

Reyes looks unfazed. "The prom committee must visit the various
locations they think might make a good location for the prom. During
the last two periods of the school day."

"Im in." 
"Sign me up." 
"I know quite a few places that might work." 

**

Radford Castle
Tuesday after 5th period

The building doesnt look much like a place to hold a prom. The paint
is pealing, the sign is hanging crookedly from its posts, and the
parking lot looks rather desolate.

"Nice taste your grandmas friends got." Skinner teases Reed, who
looks aghast.

"It might not be so bad." Reyes says, but they can all tell shes
trying to be positive.

"Im sure if we le-" Mulder trails off suddenly as a woman rushes out
and approaches the car. At first he wonders if maybe its not the
right place after all, and she thinks that theyre trespassing, but
theres a smile on her face.

Doggett rolls down a window, and she peers in at them. "You must be
the prom committee, come inside, please."

They follow her down the flagstone path, and she keeps up a steady
stream of chatter. "This is so exciting, and youve caught us at just
the right time too. Were remodeling." She seems to notice that
Scully and Reed have just exchanged looks of disbelief. "The inside
is done, but the outside is going to be done soon, now that weve got
good weather. Thats the problem, you see, you cant do out-doors
remodeling in the winter. Long winter, dont you think"

The inside looks vastly different than the outside. "Its beautiful."


"Thanks you, dear. Weve been struggling to make it look exactly like
it did three hundred years ago." The womans voice holds a note of
pride.

"Three hundred years ago?" Skinner sounds surprised. "I didnt know
there were still any buildings that old in existence in this part of
the country."

"This building used to be the home of a rather infamous baron who
moved here from England right at the beginning of the seventeenth
century. The tales they told about that man"She shook her head.

"Tales like what?" Mulder asks a little too eagerly.

"No, I dont think it would be right to go about repeating nonsense."


"Yeah"Skinner looks around the room. "I think Id like to take some
pictures, if you dont mind."

"By all means." 

"Reed, come with me, I forgot the camera in the car." 

"Now, would the rest of you like to see the dance floor?" She asks.

When she leads them to it, they look awed. "This is great." Reyes
tells her.

"Why dont you try it out?" She invites.

The four of them walk on to the dance floor, and they all notice that
something feels a little odd. Shrugging it off, they begin to dance.
Doggett with Scully. Mulder with Reyes.

**
Credits
Produced by CC, KW and Neoxphile
**

< Voice Over>
This episode of Mulders Creek featured music from:

Stabbing Westward ("What do I Have to Do?" ) 
 The Stills ("Still in Love Song ")
and
Seether ("Fine Again ")

Stay tuned for scenes from the next Mulders Creek


