Title - foot prints    (1/1)     3/23/9        typed 6/24/98

Author - Sarah Josephine

E-Mail address - fortto@aol.com or emmyscully@hotmail.com

Rating - PG

Category - V UST 

Spoilers - Kitsunegari

Keywords - Mulder/Scully UST

Summary - Scully reflects at the fact that she can't have children

Disclaimer - they aren't mine I wish they were but they aren't so sorry cc 
DD GA and all the other XF peoples but I'm not making any money off this 
so please don't hurt me 

Notes - I wrote this one night staring out my window looking an the 
Footprints in the show in my front yard so I thought I would write 
about it.  

Archive - please tell me where you are putting my story before you 
move it thanx

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She sat starring out the motel window at the freshly fallen snow, well 
the snow had been fresh that morning.  But now she saw the tracks of 
kids feet and some spots where they had fallen in their joy.  The 
children had laughed all day and played in the snow celebrating a day 
off.  But unfortunately for her the FBI did not give snow days.  She 
had to work, she did not mind it though, she enjoyed work most of the 
time.  Her partner was her best friend, but to day she had preformed 
two autopsies and she was fried.  She was enjoying lying on her bed 
staring at the stars and the footprints in the snow, imaging what the 
day off must have been like for the kids.  

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in" she responded, she know who it was so she did not bother to 
get up.  "What's up Mulder?"

"These reports" he said as he dropped them on the bed beside her

"What about them?" she asked

"The cause of death is a little fuzzy in your report..." he went on 
but Scully was to preoccupied with her dreams "Are you listening 
Scully?"

"Uh? What? Oh sorry Mulder, what were you saying?"

"Nothing are you okay?" Mulder asked reaching for her hand as he sat 
beside her on the bed.  

"Yeah I'm fine" she replied and went back to staring out the window.

"What are you thinking about?"  He asked moving closer  "you seam out 
of it"

"You never know how much you want something until you cant have it" she 
stated 

"What?" Mulder asked

"Haven't you ever felt like that, like you never miss something until 
it is gone"

"Scully what made you think of this?"

"Look" Scully said and pointed out the window "look at the footprints  
in the snow.  The joy these children must have felt, not having to go 
to school, being free for another day.  All the kids in the town 
probably were here playing in that park" she stared at the snow "it is 
not supposed to be like this.  Its not supposed to happen this way' she 
whispered as she fell on to Mulder's shoulder.

"What is not supposed to be like this? The snow? I know its march" 
Mulder joked.  Scully looked up and smiled then buried her head back 
in his shoulder.  "No not the snow the kids"

Mulder knew what she meant by that not the fact that the kids did not 
have school but the fact that ever since her abduction Scully was 
unable to have kids.  Mulder also knew that ever since Scully found and 
lost Emily her one child, Scully longed kids.

Mulder did not know what to say to help his friend deal with this.  He 
knew everything he could say would not help so he just sat there 
holding her and running his fingers through her hair telling her that 
it would be all right.  But he did not know that it would help.

A while latter Scully stopped crying.  Her face was wet and so was 
Mulder's shoulder "I'm sorry Mulder" she said wiping her eyes

"For what?" he asked a little confused

"For not listening to you about the autopsy report.  What was it you 
were telling me?"

"Its not important.  It can wait till morning" he replied

"And about your shirt" she said with a slight laugh.  The shoulder of 
his shirt was socked.  He began laughing too

"When you were a kid Mulder," Scully asked, "did you ever just run out 
in the snow without a coat then run back in and look at the tracks you 
made?"

"Once I ran out side without my coat and then I came in and stared out 
the window and Sam and I made up all different stories to go along with 
the footprints then one came true.  The little boy who made the tracks 
got sick" they both laughed

"I did almost the same thing one time except mom and Missy and I were 
the ones telling stories.  I was hoping one day to share the experience 
with my child" she looked sad again

"You still can do that with your nephews and they can leave foot prints 
in the snow"

END

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