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From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
                                    Date: 16 Nov 2002 19:14:04 -0000
                                    Subject: Halloween Memories by Waddles 52
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                                    Title:  Halloween Memories
                                    Author:  Waddles52
                                    Summary:  Scully and Mulder hand out treats and share 
                                    Halloween memories.
                                    Rating:  G
                                    Category:  MSR
                                    Disclaimer:  Just for fun.  Not for profit.
                                    Archives:  IMTP VS 10 Halloween challenge
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                                    Mulder walked into the basement office just as Scully 
                                    hung up the phone, a concerned look on her face.
                                    
                                    "Scully?" Mulder questioned.  "Is everything all 
                                    right?"
                                    
                                    "Oh, Mulder, I didn't hear you come in.  That was Mom 
                                    on the phone.  One of her friends broke her leg and 
                                    she's going to Norfolk for a few days to help out.  
                                    She's asked us to stay at her house tomorrow night," 
                                    Scully reported as she straightened some papers on 
                                    the desk.
                                    
                                    "What's so special about tomorrow night?" Mulder 
                                    inquired as he hung his coat on the back of his chair 
                                    and began rolling up his shirtsleeves.
                                    
                                    "It's Halloween."
                                    
                                    "Ah, I see.  She doesn't want the neighborhood 
                                    monsters to soap her windows and throw rotten eggs at 
                                    her door," Mulder grinned.
                                    
                                    "Do you blame her?"
                                    
                                    "Oh, I don't know, Scully.  What kind of candy is she 
                                    giving out?"
                                    
                                    Scully made a face.  "She usually hands out several 
                                    varieties, and she doesn't buy the cheap stuff if 
                                    that's what you're getting at."
                                    
                                    "Good.  We wouldn't want to disappoint the little 
                                    trick or treaters by handing out those icky, sticky 
                                    peanut butter kisses, would we?" Mulder teased.
                                    
                                    "You're only concerned with what kind of candy might 
                                    be left over to feast on," Scully accused.
                                    
                                    "No, I'm just remembering what kind of candy I liked 
                                    to receive in my trick or treat bag," he said 
                                    wistfully.
                                    
                                    "Mulder, if you help me finish this backlog of paper 
                                    work so that we can be there tomorrow night, I will 
                                    personally guarantee that your trick or treat bag 
                                    will contain only the best and the kisses won't be 
                                    wrapped in black or orange paper," Scully promised.
                                    
                                    "Sounds like a deal to me."
                                    
                                    The next evening Scully unlocked the front door of 
                                    Maggie Scully's house and began turning on the 
                                    lights.  Mulder followed her in and put their 
                                    overnight bags down by the sofa.
                                    
                                    Scully made her way into the kitchen with Mulder 
                                    following close behind.  There was a note on the 
                                    kitchen table along with four bowls of candy and two 
                                    small trick or treat bags.
                                    
                                    Scully read the note and then turned to Mulder.  "Mom 
                                    left a casserole and some cider in the fridge.  She 
                                    also fixed each of us a trick or treat bag," she 
                                    nodded toward the bags, "And those four bowls of 
                                    candy are for the trick or treaters."
                                    
                                    Mulder had already dug into his bag and was laying 
                                    out his treats on the table.  "Scully, your mom is 
                                    amazing.  Tell her thanks and how did she know all of 
                                    my favorite candies?"
                                    
                                    "Mulder, I have no idea, other than she seems to have 
                                    a sixth sense about those things.  Why don't you 
                                    change into something more comfortable while I get 
                                    dinner started?  The trick or treaters start pretty 
                                    early around here."
                                    
                                    Scully was loading the dishwasher when the first 
                                    trick or treaters rang the doorbell.  Mulder rushed 
                                    to open the door and was greeted by a group of nine 
                                    and ten year old boys dressed in an assortment of 
                                    costumes from bums to Star Wars characters.
                                    
                                    "Trick or treat.  Smell my feet.  Give me something 
                                    good to eat!  If you don't, I don't care.  I'll pull 
                                    down your underwear!" they exclaimed in unison, then 
                                    broke up in gales of laughter.
                                    
                                    Mulder chuckled.  "The more things change, the more 
                                    they stay the same."  He remembered the familiar 
                                    chant from his own childhood.
                                    
                                    The boys crowded each other as Mulder began dropping 
                                    candy in their bags.  "Hey, guys.  Take it easy!  
                                    There's plenty for everyone."
                                    
                                    When he finished, the boys said a quick thank you and 
                                    hurried on to the next house.
                                    
                                    Mulder and Scully spent the next two hours handing 
                                    out candy and oohing and aahing over the many 
                                    different costumes.  Only a few stragglers were left 
                                    and the candy was almost gone.  They sat on the front 
                                    porch steps and watched as a girl and her younger 
                                    brother tried to catch up with their two older 
                                    siblings.
                                    
                                    "That looks like Charlie and me," Scully laughed.
                                    
                                    "Really?"
                                    
                                    "Yep.  Bill and Melissa were always running ahead of 
                                    us, trying to lose us.  One year it had been raining 
                                    and the grass was really wet.  I was probably about 
                                    eight or nine.  Charlie was getting tired and was 
                                    dragging his treat bag behind him.  We finally caught 
                                    up to Bill and Melissa and went home.  Charlie was 
                                    pretty surprised when he got home and discovered the 
                                    bottom of his treat bag was gone and all of his candy 
                                    had spilled out."
                                    
                                    "Poor guy.  What happened?  I'll bet you split your 
                                    treats with him."
                                    
                                    "Not willingly.  Mom took our bags and dumped all of 
                                    the candy into one big pile on the floor.  She 
                                    divided it four ways until we all had an equal amount 
                                    of candy.  Bill and Missy got into big trouble for 
                                    running off and leaving us.  The next year we all 
                                    carried plastic pumpkins for our treats."
                                    
                                    "Your mom is pretty wise," Mulder told her.
                                    
                                    "She had to be with four bratty kids and Dad away at 
                                    sea most of the time.  Do you have any Halloween 
                                    memories, Mulder?"
                                    
                                    "A few.  Most of the time we were stuck at some 
                                    grown-up party.  They would make a big fuss over our 
                                    cute costumes, shove some candy at us and then ignore 
                                    us for the rest of the evening."
                                    
                                    "I'm sorry, Mulder."
                                    
                                    "We did get to go trick or treating every now and 
                                    then and I was a lot like Bill and Melissa.  I didn't 
                                    want my kid sister tagging along.  I wanted to go out 
                                    with my pals and see what kind of mischief we could 
                                    stir up.  The year I turned twelve was one of those 
                                    years.  Mom wasn't feeling well so I had to take 
                                    Samantha out.  Mom made a deal with me.  Just take 
                                    her out for an hour and then I could catch up with my 
                                    buddies.  We started out before it was really dark.  
                                    Samantha was a fairy princess and I was Mr. Spock, 
                                    ears and all.  I was in such a hurry to get it over 
                                    with that I literally drug her from house to house.  
                                    Of course, she fell and skinned her knees and spilled 
                                    her candy.  I helped her up and gathered her treats.  
                                    I felt so badly about causing her to fall that I took 
                                    her home and gave her most of my candy.  I even 
                                    agreed to a tea party with her dolls.  I never did 
                                    catch up to my friends.  If I'd known that was to be 
                                    our last Halloween . . ."
                                    
                                    "Mulder, stop," Scully ordered.  "Let me ask you 
                                    something.  Did Samantha enjoy herself?"
                                    
                                    "Eventually, after I got her knees bandaged and 
                                    suffered through that tea party she said it was her 
                                    best Halloween ever."
                                    
                                    "Did you enjoy yourself?"
                                    
                                    "Yeah.  I guess I did.  Samantha was really pretty in 
                                    her fairy princess costume and the tea party wasn't 
                                    that bad.  I guess it was our best Halloween ever."
                                    
                                    "Then you have a wonderful memory to treasure."
                                    
                                    "Yes, I do.  Thank you for helping me to realize 
                                    that, Scully."
                                    
                                    She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.  "That's 
                                    one Halloween kiss that I owe you.  I'm going to warm 
                                    up some of that cider.  Why don't you start a fire 
                                    and we can sit in front of it with our cider and you 
                                    can collect a few more of those kisses that I owe 
                                    you," Scully suggested.
                                    
                                    "You don't have to tell me twice," Mulder answered as 
                                    he helped Scully to her feet.
                                    
                                    They went into the house.  Scully headed for the 
                                    kitchen while Mulder began putting logs in the 
                                    fireplace.  He worked with a big smile on his face as 
                                    he thought of the new Halloween memories he and 
                                    Scully would make tonight.
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    The End