Title: Lonely Snow Bunny (1/1)
Author: RocketMan >lbontger@wmcstations.com<
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not belong to me, and the snow was
created by God and freezing temperatures. =-)
Summary: Snow day and Scully is excited. First person Scully POV. MSR

Lonely Snow Bunny (1/1)

I was so excited about the rain last night because it's January and it
always manages to snow in January here. The news kept saying that the
freezing rain would continue into midnight but that was it and I was
getting a bit discouraged. It looked like only sleet would be coming our
way this night. I worried about the car out in the sleet and hail and I
worried about getting into work the next morning.
But then the ten o'clock news said that the warning would be extended
until about three a.m. and then they announced school closings for some
private schools. The city and county were going to wait to make a
decision until the morning. I felt even worse-if the schools weren't
closing, then I had a bad feeling there would be no snow.
I stayed up until about eleven and then went to bed, certain I would be
going to work the next morning with only rain as company.
~~~
The sounds of cracking and howling woke me the next morning at about
four o'clock and I groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers up closer
to my face.
Then the noise registered.
I jumped out of the bed and shivered, but jerked away the blinds to see
outside.
Snow!
The entire street was a field of slush but the yards and the apartment
roofs had blankets of pure white snow, making it icing on gingerbread
castles to me.
I felt my skin break into goose bumps, but I did not move away from the
window, too entranced with the fairy tale before me.
I was so excited I felt just like I did when school was cancelled due to

icy conditions and I could sleep in and not worry about it.
I called the FBI switchboard, knowing someone was there and always was
there, and asked about the status of work that day.
All non vital personnel were told to stay at home and keep off the
roads, and all acting agents with important, life-threatening case loads
were asked to come in.
I didn't know about our next case so I just laughed at the recording and
at the Deputy Director's way of saying something so simple in such a
dramatic way.
I checked the time and decided to call Mulder. I needed to know what
case was next, how important it was.
I heard the phone ring and his groggy voice answered reluctantly.
"Mulder! It's me..."
"Scully." came his half asleep mumble. "Wait, what time is it?"
"Um, about four thirty?"
He groaned and I heard him fall back into the couch. "Scully! What the
h-"
"Listen, I need to know what our next case is."
"What?"
"If it's nothing pressing then we don't have to go in today."
"No, nothing pressing, just some sightings of a little girl ghost or
something. Don't go in."
"Oh, thanks Mulder. Have you seen it outside?"
"Scully....you're making me naseous. Go back to bed and call me at about
noon, all right?"
"Mulder, it snowed!" Even Scrooge could not make me forget my happiness.
Snow was like a gift straight from heaven. Cold but soft and it made me
realize how wonderful life really was. Made me feel myself again and
reminded me that the cancer was gone and I had my life back.
"Okay. That's great, Scully. I'm happy. Go back to bed."
I wrinkled my nose at him over the phone lines and hung up on him, maybe
that would show him something. I had a feeling he would only hang up and
go back to sleep.
Maybe I shouldn't have woken him up at four-thirty, though.
Oh well. He's the one missing out.
I slipped back into bed and lay awake for an hour before my exhaustion
caught up and I fell asleep.
~~~~
The kettle whistled at me in whining protest and I turned off the stove
and poured the boiling water into the FBI mug I had gotten as a
graduation present from one of my study partners at med school.
I ripped open a package of chocolate mix and stirred it around, dropping
a few marshmellows in there.
I sipped it and felt the scalding liquid burn taste buds right off my
tongue. I laguhed at the feel of this again, and the ridiculous mood I
was in that day.
I had earlier gone out and scraped off my car, thinking that maybe I
should go in to work, especially since I assumed Mulder would be. But I
was out there and in the snow and feeling it crunch against my black
boots and listening to the utter quiet of the day and I couldn't.
I just couldn't.
I hadn't really played in the snow since sixth grade when we moved to
somewhere in Central America that hadn't heard of snow or even winter
unless you lived in the mountains.
I couldn't pass up this day, not in a million years.
So I had gone back inside and heated up hot chocolate and ate a bowl of
Life cereal and grinned like an idiot to myself, wishing that Mulder
would stay home and play in the snow-it'd be therapuetic for him, I was
sure.
I had on jeans and under them some long underwear I'd bummed from Mulder
once and never gave back. Then I had on a T-shirt, black sweater, then
on top of that a thermal pullover that was black too. Then my winter
dress coat, realizing with dismay that I didn't have a casual winter
coat because I never had need of one-always working. I then wrapped a
scarf around my ears and face and yanked on gloves that had the grips in
them so I could drive and grasp things. I was only planning on touching
snow today though and I could see myself already out there, anxious as I
was.
I drained the last of the hot chocolate and got out a package of mocha
for when I got back inside.
And then I stepped out into a different planet. One of ice and slush and
white pristiness that stretched forever and made my eyes dance with the
overload of white stimuli. Little ribbons of color ran through my vision
until it adjusted and then I began making tiny tracks in the sidewalk
leading to the road, not wanting to ruin the perfect white covering.
I turned once I got to the end and looked back at everything and again
felt overwhelmed with the sheer and sterile beauty of the landscape. It
was as if God had come down himself and painted everything a dazzling
white that was thick and comforting, a self portait of God in all the
whiteness, the brilliant light that radiated and shone from the snow was
him.
I shivered and traced my name on top of the mailbox where about half an
inch had collected and stayed frozen. 'Dana Scully' it read soon and
seemed so lonesome there that I wrote Mulder's name underneath it in
bold wild letters. Just like Mulder.
I looked back at the yard of snow and then began to scrape up hunks, so
icy that as soon as I molded it together, it froze and stuck together in
a hard snowball. The kind that killed when it hit you.
I began to shape a round ball, thinking of making a little baby snowman.
I slid my hands along the snow, curling it into little piles and
clearing out a space for my little snowman.
But it collapsed halfway through and turned into a snow bunny instead.
A little girl from the apartments came out then and helped me finish it,
her face reddened and just as thrilled as mine. I truly felt her age,
all of seven, and wished I really was.
Abby, the girl, smiled and said softly, "I like him. He's cute. Let's
make him a Mommy and Daddy so he won't be lonely out here."
I nodded and realized that this was an important thing, not to be
lonely, like my impulse to write Mulder's name next to mine on the
mailbox.
So we gathered up snow and made him a Mommy and Daddy and brothers and
sisters too, because Abby said she learned in school that rabbits had
lots of little babies. As we made the siblings, she told me about school
and her math group being called the Bunnies because they were the best
multipliers in their class and she was very proud of the little Math Bee
they'd had and which she had won. I excalimed over it and was truly
impressed because seven seemed so small to be learning multiplication
and that bunnies had lots of babies.
I let her name all of them and then we wrote their names in the snow.
Abby's Mom came out and made a big deal about the bunnies and smiled and
kissed her and then ushered her inside because she'd been out for three
hours and didn't want her to catch a cold.
I glanced to my watch and realized it was eleven o'clock and I had been
outside for almost four hours. I couldn't even feel my hands anymore and
when I stood up from the position I had been in for three hours making
rabbits, I couldn't feel my legs either.
I felt foolish because I was an adult and a *doctor* but also, I felt
exhilirated at the chill creeping in my body and the heat at the very
core of me that warmed when the body got too cold. It had snowed and I
was alive to see it! 
I laughed and stomped up the stairs to my apartment and then slipped off
my boots and gloves and let them fall to the floor, uncaring that they
could stain the wooden floor.
I realized that I couldn't feel my toes at all. At all. I grew a little
worried and felt even more stupid but I shed the coat, pullover, and
scarf. Then I made some mocha and sipped it as my toes tingled as if
they'd been asleep and lost blood.
I felt good though. Alive again and I wished Mulder had been there to
play in the snow with. I kept thinking that he would have enjoyed it
immensely.
My door buzzed and I jumped, spilling mocha on me, and then ran to the
door, kicking my clothes out of the way.
It was Mulder, carrying some extra clothes with him and smiling like an
idiot, just as I had been.
"Want to go out in the snow?" he said.
I smiled and let him in. "Been there, done that."
His face brightened. "Were those rabbits yours?"
I grinned and saw his breath catch. I don't grin much. "Yup. Mine and
Abby's. A little girl in the apartments; she was the only one who came
out."
He flashed me another smile and said, "Well, how about we make a little
family of foxes and let them eat the rabbits?"
My mind was confused for a moment, because I swear there was a bit of
teasing in the 'family of foxes' thing and I was mockingly angry at
killing off my bunnies.
"You'd better not. Abby and I would be terribly sad if the bunnies
died."
He tilted his head and his eyebrows raised. "Well, if they died, we
could make them snow angels."
I laughed at his excitement and shook my head. "Or we could just make
more of them."
He nodded and sat at my kitchen table. I watched him grin and his eyes
turned him into a little boy again.
Okay, Mulder. Let's go." I said, giving in but feeling my frozen toes
still protesting.
He jumped up and helped me with the winter stuff, and then we were
outside again.
His eyes caught the mailbox and he looked over at me and I pretended not
to notice.
We made snow angels and added to the bunny family and he named them
weird names like 'Xanadu' and 'Tribble' and I laughed at him as he
concentrated very hard on it.
He smeared snow down my back as I laughed at him, so we ended up having
a huge snowball fight, and the snow was so icy that eah stung like a
paintball and I was reminded of FBI training all over again.
Soon, we were right across from each other, deadly snowball in each of
our hands and determination etched into out frozen, red faces.
I was itching to spill the snow all down his back as he'd done to me,
and I could see his anxiousness as he tried to defend himself.
We lunged at the same time, and ended up in a pile of snow and arms and
legs and vain efforts at shoving snow in the other's face. It was like
snowball fights with my brothers all over again.
We scrambled around so much that his leg kicked a bunny and sent it
flying and we just lay there and gasped for breath as we laughed harder
than ever.
I looked up at one point and found he was partly on top of me, my back
crushed into the snow and hands clutching his shoulders as we laughed.
He looked down at me in the same moment and I watched his eyes change
and grow and I felt this need not be lonely in the snow anymore.
I lifted my head, hair brushing off the snow and his lips met mine
halfway, hot and cold at the same instant.
And then it was over and he was looking at me and moving away and I
could only watch him move away.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
I grabbed his arm and shook my head silently. "Let's go in and get some
coffe, all right?"
He seemed confused, but I felt the cold enter me again and it made me
bold-I reached forward and kissed him again. I could tasts his surprise.
We went in and had coffee and hung our clothes up to dry and curled up
together on the couch with a huge blanket.
And warmed each otehr up.


end 
It snowed and we got out of school today! Snow snow snow! I love snow!
Adios
RM

Title: Lonely Snow Bunny 2 (1/1)
Author: RocketMan >lbontger@wmcstations.com<
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not belong to me; they are CC, 1013,
and Fox's. I'm pretty sure God has full rights to snow and sun, too.

Lonely Snow Bunny 2

I fell asleep before Mulder left because I had stayed up all night and
gotten up early, and I felt ridiculous when I woke the next morning and
found a note from Mulder wishing me sweet dreams.
I looked outside and found the snow still there and I glanced to the
clock, surprised because usually there is only one day of snow before
the sun melts it all.
It was only eight though.
I practically jumped for joy and raced around the apartment gathering up
my clothes and gloves and scarf and making sure they were dry. I ate a
Pop-Tart for breakfast and then pulled on my winter coat and gloves and
everything, not even caring to take a shower.
I got outside and found the whole neighborhood outside, the kids anyway,
and they were all makng snowmen and exclaiming over Abby and my snow
bunnies.
I found Abby and she waved and gestured me over to where she and a group
of friends were trying to build a huge snowman.
"Dana, could you help us? We're going to build the biggest snowman on
the block, bigger than Fourth Street's, but we need someone to put the
head on top." she said, her face flushed  and reddened.
I nodded and felt the child-like excitement boil over in me. I started
in on the job and had fun helping the kids, because they treated me like
I was a kid too, not some boring adult.
At about ten o'clock, the head was deposited on top and all of us stood
back and admired the huge beast of a snowman, and a hush fell over the
crowd of kids quite suddenly.
I turned and saw that they were all looking at Mulder, who was standing
on the edge of the crowd, anxiously shifting from foot to foot.
I saw in a flash how it must have been for him as a kid, the exact same
I was sure, and I ran over to him and pulled him into the crowd of kids,
letting them see that he wasn't a boring adult either.
Abby hugged him and thanked him for making more snow bunnies while she
had to stay inside, and Mulder seemed to melt into the kid's love.
He looked at me and reached out with freezing fingers to my face and
kissed me.
All the kids snickered and laughed and made noises and Abby poked me,
but I simply smiled and pulled Mulder closer to me.
Then we all built a family for the snowman, with a wife that was just a
bit smaller than the man, and little babies for them to love.
And none of us were lonely.

end
adios
RM

Snow, Snow, Snow. You gotta love it.