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
