Title: Sanguine (3/?)

By: Cermel

Classification: X sorta.. MSR

Rating: NC-17 (eventually)

Distribution: Post anywhere as long as you tell me and leave my name

and e-mail address on it.

Disclaimer: If I owned Mulder and Scully, do you think I'd be spending

my day writing fanfic? No, I'm not getting anything for this...

Summary: Someone from Scully's past turns out not to be who or what

she thought.

Feedback: ...except this. Please tell me what you think. Is it enough for

you to want another chapter? cermel@hotmail.com

Author's Notes: If you missed the first parts of the story they're on my

site... http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Concorde/9553/

This is my first fanfic so please tell me how it is, bash if you feel like it.

I don't mind.

I dedicate this to my best friend Bob...

SANGUINE (3/?)

Scully dumped the contents of the box on the floor. Various things that she

once treasured scattered between her and Mulder. His eyebrows shot up

in surprise.

"Let's hope one of these is from him." They stared unfolding each note, one

by one. Sitting in silence, the only sound that could be heard was the crumpling

of paper as they checked who signed each one. After a few minutes Scully

noticed Mulder had stopped moving. She looked up to see him reading.

"Did you find one?"

"Is this what girls write to each other?"

"Mulder, give me that." She grabbed for it but he pulled away laughing. "Mulder,

we're too busy right now to..."

"How was your date?" He said reading the note aloud. "I'm so happy

Eric asked you out. He's so dreamy. You have to tell me everything,

all the gory details. I have to go Mr. Frisk is staring at me. Sarah."

Mulder smiled at her. "dreamy?"

She laughed. "Yeah, Eric Millerson, another high school love of my life."

"Wow, Scully, you really got around."

"Sarah's the one that got around. Eric ditched me at the Junior Prom

to go to some hotel with her."

"Ouch"

She shrugged. "It happens." She sighed. "In High School all the little things are

so important. Then you get out into the real world, in a job like this and..." she

stopped.

"You're a doctor and an FBI agent Scully, you can't get more real world then that."

"That's all right, I love it." She paused "What time is it?"

He checked his watch. "5:45, Let's finish these and go downstairs."

"I'm warning you again, I don't remember keeping any of the things he gave me."

* * * * *

"We're here, on time." Scully announced when they reached the kitchen.

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

"No."

"Well, I can try to help you if you need me." A subtle offering.

"Actually, you might be able to."

Margaret joined the two at the table. "Ok."

"Do you remember Peter Lincus?" Scully started the questioning.

Margaret smiled. "He used to follow you everywhere."

"Yeah," Scully huffed. "Do you remember anything about him or his

parents?"

"Well, they lived three houses down. His mom was in the navy with

your father."

"Did he ever see her around the base?"

"Sure, everyday, they worked in the same building."

"Did she ever come to work with any signs of abuse?" Mulder cut in.

Margaret looked surprised. "They fought all the time but he never hit her,

if that's what your were asking."

Mulder nodded. "What about Peter?"

She looked at Scully. "You saw him much more then I did."

"All I remember is how annoying he was."

"I think I may have a picture of the two of you. He had his mom take it. Do you remember it?"

"No, I don't."

"I think it's in the storage closet." They followed her into the den.

She opened the door to a walk-in closet. "Here it is."

She pulled a large cardboard box out. "Somewhere in here."

"These are all the Christmas Cards," Scully stated.

"Yeah, he gave us one that year."

"One he wrote on?"

"Of course. He made it himself too."

"Perfect."

End (3/?)