Date sent: Sat, 28 Jun 1997 22:51:49 +0000 From: Lyle Bontrager Subject: Fox Mulder: Storms (1/1) Title: Fox Mulder: Storms (1/1) Author: RocketMan >lbontger@wmcstations.com< Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I do not own the weather, I do not own those hospital gowns....oh, sorry, I was getting caught up in all the things I don't own. Rating: P, MSR....once again, MSR!!!! Distribute: This is the last of the series, so please keep it with the others. But it can be posted anywhere. Author's Notes: The inspiration for this one came from God and the awesome storm Memphis had this afternoon. Without which I would have been online sooner, but also I would still have writer's block. This is the last one, it's what all the shippers have been waiting for. And all the non shippers can still read it, it's not mushy, or sappy. Thanks for sticking with me; it's been an incredible journey. Fox Mulder: Storms Fox Mulder sneaked out of his hospital room when he heard the weather report on television. Severe thunderstorms were coming from the west, riding the winds like surfers ride the waves. He wasn't really sick anyway. Scully had insisted on checking him in after his fever and the rain he'd been out in; Mulder thought she also was afraid he'd get taken up by the UFO he had seen earlier. The one they had both seen. But he went down to the employees' pavilion outside, the battered, ciggarette-burned picnic table offering a great view of the spectacle he knew would come. Decisive things happened to him in the rain, things that forever changed his life. As he sat, the wind began to swirl through the trees and caress his flesh like icy death, sending goose bumps rising across his body. The hospital gown offered no warmth in the summer storm. The trees whispered, heralds of the impending storm, and the dark clouds formed the front line of the army descending toward him. It began to build, the trees were talking quickly, urging him to seek shelter, and the clouds grew ominously close. Thunder rumbled and fell from grey clouds, some peals soft, others loud and aggressive. Then the first flash of lightning, as the storm was created above him, jumping into the ground, tracing a path of burnt ozone. It seared his eyes, then was gone. Then another and the wind blew a bit stronger, picking up its excitement from the lightning. The wind smacked into him, hard, ripping the gown from his chilled fingers. It drove dirt into his eyes and whipped his hair in every direction. The smell of rain, and the promise of power, came with it. The trees were shrieking now, yelling for him to run before the might contained was let loose upon the earth. Lightning flashed back and forth, coming from the left edge of the western sky, then appearing at the right. Wind rushed the darkened clouds to Mulder's doom, lightning illuminated the dusk, and thunder kept a background bass progression in the heightening tempo of the storm. And in the midst of the escletaing frenzy, Mulder sat, frozen, eyes flashing from sky to cloud to lightning. And then a hand touched his shoulder. He jumped and turned around to meet stormclouds in Dana Scully's eyes. "Mulder, I've been looking all over for you! Come inside - it's about to storm." She sounded harried, and frantic. He wondered if she had been frightened for him. He wondered if she was ever frightened by anything so mundane. He reached up and took hold of her arm, tightly, and pulled her down, making her fall to his side on the bench. "Watch," he breathed in her ear. And with a thunderclap of monsterous vibrations, the storm was upon them. Rain. Falling down. Slanted and stinging. Pricking bare skin untill he shivered. Peeling his eyes open. He could feel her tremble beside him. Was she frightened? Trees bowing and twisting in the grips of a killer wind. Lightning raced from cloud to cloud making the blackness turn to grey for just an instant. Her hair was lashed around her head, sneaking into Mulder's eyes and he took her hand in his. Both their hands were clammy. The only way he could describe the awesome power, the unimaginable strength of the storm and have anyone understand was if he called it rage. Rage. Twisting thunderous rage. The rain was in sheets, soaking them, his gown clinging to each taut muscle of his body while the wind made his skin prickle with the chill. They were encased, overflowing with the tremendous wrath of the storm. A sharp fork of lightning remained fixed in his eyes even after it was gone. The beauty of power, of unbridled might, filled his senses. Suddenly there was a tearing noise, coming from far distant places and drawing closer until it was a cymbal-crashing thunderclap echoing in his ears. The rain kept a steady, splashing noise in the background, and lightning became silent witness to the beauty, revealing it for all to see. Their fingers were tightly entwined, trembling even in its power. And then thunder like a gunshot amplified a million times over. Scully jumped as it reverberated across the sky and was followed by a harder torrent of rain. Was she frightened? Another whip cracking, sky splitting noise ripped through the storm, and he was blinded by the noise, deafened by the rain. It beat at them horizontally, and the thunder rolled across in a slower procession, like a funeral march. Mulder put his arm around her shivering body and put his lips to her ear. "That's power," he said. She nodded mutely as rain lashed into trees, savagely, constantly, keeping them bowed, rain rippling in waves across the concrete. The thunder sounded off again, loud firecrackers in explosive succession. Mulder jumped when another clap of thunder shot through like a snapping belt, the crack at the end making him wonder if the sky would fall. The storm wasn't losing its intensity, not coming down from the peak. If possible, it rained harder, the wind blew stronger, and the thunder sounded louder. When it once again exploded in their eardrums, Scully turned her face away, shutting her eyes. Was she frightened? Lightning danced in the sky, illuminating her face and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear again. His lips came to her ear, but the thunder cracked and she jumped, turning her face so that his lips grazed her cheek and came to a stop at the corner of her mouth. The storm was silent. Mulder could feel her breath on his cheek, different from the wind. He heard his heart take a faltering beat, then quiver. She seemed frozen; time had stood still. Lightning appeared behind her, making her hair seem to be fire incarnate. Rain poured in silence, a heavenly benediction. Her lips moved. Thunder erupted as their lips touched, and they jumped apart. Was she frightened? Inches separated them, eyes locked. He could see lightning in her storm cloud eyes, and he knew what she wanted. He claimed her lips, hot fire melting away the rain's chill. The storm in her eyes flared and he was drowning in the blue water, electricuted by the lightning. When he pulled away, he saw her eyes were closed, hiding the storm raging inside her. Mulder did not remove his eyes from her, letting the storm outside dwindle around them, but build inside of him. Her eyes opened, like a light house beacon sending him safe passage. Her lips moved, her breath floated across his face, storms rising up again. "That's power." she said. End. Of the whole series. Thank you for reading. Comments welcome. Anyine notice the theme---rain? =========== "And when the storms came through, they found me and you, back to back together." --'Oh How the Years Go By,' Amy Grant ============ "What is this magic that we seek? The mighty strong turn mighty weak....The Power touches me. The Power helps us see. The Power holds my hand. The Power drives me crazy. If I believe and you believe and we believe everything is going to be all right, it just might." --'The Power', Amy Grant =================== "I need to feel your breath upon my face, upon my pain." --'I Need To Know' sung by Kim Hill, words by Judie Lawson =================== ADIOS RocketMan