From: macspooky@erols.com (Macspooky)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: Sinead's Wedding - Pt. 3 "Generations" series
Date: 26 Jul 1995 10:19:16 -0400


Here is another for you die hard romantics!  Well, here is segment
three of my four, or more, part attempt to give Scully and Mulder a
little bit of life outside the Xfiles.  I do believe they get a day
off once in awhile.  This one follows Dana's Birthday and precedes
COLONY and ENDGAME and my next story A Wonderful Day.  I started these
vignettes before the season finale which takes place in April.  The
Irish Folk Festival that A Wonderful Day takes place during is at the
end of May, so depending on how CC ends the 2 parter season finale,
the time frame on these vignettes is feasible even if you think the
story isn't.  Once again, thanks to Fox, 1013 and Chris Carter for
"lending" me their characters for a little while even if they don't
know they are doing it.  No copywrite infringement is intended.  I'm
as broke as I ever was, and if you get mad at me guys, don't sue.
Just tell me to go clean my house and maybe I will.  It would be a far
more productive way to spend my time.  Enjoy folks.  Hope it makes you
laugh.  Thanks to Gerri for her net posting work.

                            SINEAD'S WEDDING
                                    
                                   by
                                    
                                Macspooky
                                    
     Dana Scully came into her office and was glad to see that her
partner wasn't in yet.  She was in one of those moods in which she was
even glad the office was in the basement where she couldn't see the
light of day.  She set her briefcase down, got a cup of coffee that
looked as though it was left over from someone's bad Monday morning,
and settled down to sort some paper work that a clerk normally would
have been doing if there was any money in the Federal Budget for
clerks anymore.  The phone rang.  Since the office was empty, she hit
speaker.
     "Dana, it's Frank.:"
     "Oh hi, Frank," she said putting a smile in her voice.  Her date
with him had not gone well the night before.  He was an agent working
out of the Baltimore office, and she'd seen him a few times.  He was
handsome and charming.  Last night he had taken her out to dinner, but
at the end of the evening had become very very physical and hadn't
wanted to take no for an answer.  She hadn't expected to hear from him
again, but was pleased that he had called.  He would apologize, and
they could pick up where they had left off.  After all, you can't
blame a guy for trying right?
     "I just want you to know, Scully, you can get yourself another
date for your cousin's wedding.  I've spent a lot of money on yo, and
I don't do that with a woman unless I get something in return."
     "Frank, when a man takes a woman out to dinner the only thing he
is entitled to is a polite thank you.  I don't put out for a guy just
because he feeds me," she replied angrily.
     "Yeah, well, I know about you, Scully.  Jack Willis told us all
what a bitch you are.  Scully, the Ice Queen.  Are you gay or have you
been f---ing Spooky Mulder so long you don't know how to do it with a
real man?"
     "This conversation is at an end," she snapped hitting the hangup
button.  Since it was on speaker, she didn't even have the
satisfaction of slamming the receiver down in his ear.  She lowered
her head unto her arms fighting the urge to cry.  Did everyone screw
up their personal relationships as badly as she did?  How did she
manage to find these winners?  What was wrong with her anyway? Up
until this moment, Frank had seemed a nice man. He was a gorgeous guy.
Anyone else would have slept with him.  Why couldn't she learn to
relax and enjoy herself? Was there something wrong with her, really
wrong?  Damn Jack and his mouth anyway, and damn Frank Ambrose for
saying that about Mulder.  That was really a low blow against her
partner and friend.
     "You okay, Scully?" a gentle voice asked.
     "Yeah, I'm fine," she looked up. "You heard."  It was an
observation, not a question.
     "I have to tell you I'm a little surprised you went out with
Frank.  He's married.  That doesn't seem your style."
     "He's what?" she shrieked.
     "Married.  His wife if pregnant."
     "Oh God, it's only 8:30 in the morning.  No, Mulder..no..this day
just can't get any worse," she sighed. "I didn't know."
     He studied her carefully for a moment.  She really looked on the
verge of tears.  The only time he'd ever seen her cry was after she'd
been abducted by Donnie Pfaster.  He wondered just how much gossip
about them was really out there.  He tended to be oblivious to such
things.  He didn't really give a damn about what they thought of him,
but it might be different for her.  Being assigned to work with Spooky
Mulder wasn't the greatest thing that could happen in anyone's career,
but being accused of sleeping with him...well...that, plus given how
much of the double standard still existed, it couldn't be easy on her.
     "Like I say, Mulder, this day just can't get any worse." She
reached into her desk draw and pulled out two aspirin.  Swallowing
them quickly, she added, "I'm really sorry you heard that.  I'm not
gay, and I feel sure in my mind that you are a real man."  With that
she managed a faint smile and turned back to her work.
     "Thanks for the vote of confidence," he chuckled.  He decided
that he too had better get to work.
     Not a half hour later, just as the throbbing in Dana's head had
begun to ease, the door opened and a very pregnant woman came bursting
in.
     "So you're the one.  You're the little bitch who's been screwing
my husband.  I hope you are satisfied, you goddam little slut."
     "Excuse me?" said Dana getting to her feet.
     "Don't lie.  I know you and Frank have been doing it."
     "You must be Mrs. Ambrose," she said softly admonishing herself
to be calm."I went out to dinner with your husband, Mrs. Ambrose.  I
didn't know he was married, and I most assuredly did not go to bed
with him."
     "Liar," raged the woman."You're a liar."
     "Mrs. Ambrose," said Fox getting up and slipping his arm around
Dana's shoulder.  He could feel her shaking, "if Dr. Scully says she
didn't sleep with your husband, then she didn't.  This woman is not
the problem.  Frank Ambrose is, and if you don't calm down, I'll have
to have you removed."
     "What am I going to do?  What the hell am I doing to do?" she
raved.  The woman turned and left the office as quickly as she had
come in.
     "Poor soul," whispered Dana, "There but for the grace of God go
I.  Thanks, Mulder."  She extricated herself from his arm. "I didn't
know what to say to her.  Jeez, I sure do know how to pick them.  Jack
Willis, Frank Ambrose.  I should have become a nun."
     "No way," he smiled. "Then you couldn't be my partner."
     "Are you doing anything tomorrow, Mulder?" she asked him
suddenly, definitely on the spur of the moment.
     "Laundry," he replied. "Lot's and lot's of laundry."
     "I'll make a deal with you.  If you'll take me to Sinead's
wedding, you can use my washer/ dryer when we get back."
     "I don't have a tux," he said
     "Hey.  We are talking my cousin Sinead here.  Your FBI uniform is
fine," she smiled at him. "They had to put the wedding together rather
quickly.  She and Tim got a little carried away one night, and they
want to do it while she can still wear the dress."
     "Why am I not surprised?  I take it Frank was going to be your
date."
     "Yeah...normally I wouldn't need one, but Vinnie the Lech is
going to be there.  He's been putting the moves on me for years.  If
he tries anything, I'll have to twist his testicles off in public, and
I don't want to be the one to make a scene at my cousin's wedding.
I'm hoping a nice tall date will discourage him."
     "Vinnie the Lech huh?  You want me to protect you from Vinnie the
Lech."
     "No,"she laughed. "I want you to protect Vinnie the Lech from
me."
     "Oh I get to twist his testicles off?  Sounds like fun.  You just
let me know when to be there Scully.  Why did they invite him anyway?"
     "You know how it is.  He's the son of an old family friend, and
no one could think of a way not to include him.  Thanks, Mulder.
You're a good friend.  I think you will enjoy it.  It will be
different from any other wedding you've been to I'm sure."

     The truth was, that he was delighted at the prospect of taking
Dana to her cousin's' wedding.  They didn't socialize much outside of
work, not because they didn't like each other's company ,but because
they worked so much and because to do so was potentially dangerous for
them. The FBI rather frowned on partners becoming involved with one
another, so they had to be careful. Still, he couldn't help but be
happy at the thought of seeing her in something other than her work
clothes, of dancing with her, having his arms around her.  He pushed
that thought away as he chose his most conservative tie to wear to her
house.  Then, he packed up the laundry in a bag and headed out the
door.
     "Hi, Mulder," she smiled when she saw him.  She thought to
herself that he looked gorgeous in the dark blue suit with the white
shirt and a tie she didn't hate even though the laundry bag kind of
ruined the picture. "Go put that by the washer. I'm nearly ready."
     The wedding took place in an old fashioned Catholic Church.  It
was rather dark with pretty stained glass windows.  Fox didn't quite
understand the concept of lighting candles to statues of saints and
had been rather surprised to see Dana do so when they had entered the
church.
     "It's for my dad," she said softly as though reading his
thoughts.  "My dad really believed."  She'd smiled at him then. "At
least this church still has real candles.  A lot of them have
converted to electric.  It's a little too much like putting your
quarter in and praying to Potomac Power and Light."
     They had taken their places, and Fox found himself thinking about
how beautiful she looked.  She was wearing a rather long green dress
with a tie at the back.  She had let her hair fall in its natural
wave, and the only jewelry she wore was the earrings he had bought her
for her birthday.  He didn't know that the dress was new, that she had
bought it to match his gift just the night before, that she hadn't
planned to wear the earrings for Frank because she considered them so
special.  He had no idea.  He studied the groom Tim, whose normally
ruddy complexion was deathly pale.  The man looked terrified as he
waited with the best man.  He wondered why anyone wanted to get
married at all.  Suddenly the music starte, and Sinead came down aisle
dressed in white.  Mulder's breath caught in his throat.  Beneath the
veil she looked so much like Dana that it was frightening.  For an
instant, he saw himself in Tim's place waiting, waiting while Dana
walked toward him....He pushed that thought away very very quickly.
Such a thing would never be possible, not for him, not for Fox Mulder.
Even if he should ever be lucky enough to be loved that much by her,
he had other things to do.  He still needed to find Sam and nothing,
absolutely nothing, not even Dana Scully, was more important than
that.  That was what he told himself.  He couldn't give up his search
for anyone, not anyone, and he couldn't trade his sister for anything
in the world. No matter what, Samantha had to come first in his life.

     Dana was right about the wedding being different from anything he
had ever been to.  It was great, just a big hall with homemade
decorations and long tables allowing people to sit where they wanted
to. No pretensions, no show business.  Apparently, no one gave a damn
about who fought with whom, and if Aunt Sadie and Aunt Rose couldn't
stand each other, they could just sit on opposite sides of the room or
fight it out as they saw fit.  Dana got them seats at a table with her
mother and the rest of her family.  It required moving some plates and
dragging a chair, but that didn't stop her. Then the music started and
that too was unlike anything he'd ever heard.  It was traditional
Irish music.  Fox found himself alone at the table briefly with Gran
McBride, who had apparently returned from Ireland for the occasion.
He thought she was incredible.
     "And how are you, Wolf?" she asked him.
     "I'm fine, Mrs. McBride," he smiled. "You are looking lovely
today."
     "Aye and you're a charmer lad.  You might as well call me Gran
like they all do.  It'll be soon enough anyway.  You didn't do what I
told you to do."
     "We are work partners, Mrs........  Gran," he said. "I couldn't
do what you said.  Not," he smiled, "that I find the thought
unappealing."
     "Mrs. Gran.  Well I suppose that will have to be good enough for
now but remember I'm an old woman.  I can't wait for too long to see
that glow on Dana's face."
     "And what glow would that be, Mrs. Gran?"
     "The one that comes when the right man loves you well.  Whether
you do or whether you don't, Wolf Muldoon, the little dark haired girl
won't be found any faster.  Maybe..maybe when you find her they'll
tell you what happened to my Brendan,"she said seriously.  After all
the years it still hurt to think of the little red haired two year old
she'd lost.
     "Brendan?"
     "They say he fell from the rocks into the sea, but I know better.
My dear little Brendan.  They took him, the grey devils.  I saw them.
You've seen them too," she sighed. "Thought I was mad they did, with
my talk of banshees. Had to leave home we did, come to Amerikay."
     "Mom," smiled Margaret Scully returning from the ladies room,
"stop scaring Fox with those Banshee stories.  No one believes in
banshees anymore.  My mom is the only woman I know that still leaves a
bowl of milk outside for the fairies," she smiled. "Oh they are
playing a waltz.  You must dance with me, Fox.  I insist."
     The truth was, Mulder felt a little left out.  He had declined to
dance.  He didn't know the steps.  He would have felt foolish.  He was
content to watch Dana and her cousins do the jigs and reels and to
talk to Gran McBride.  He wished he could have an uninterrupted
conversation with the woman and one that didn't involve his having sex
with her granddaughter.  Oh well.  She was very old. He preferred to
talk about banshees, and he believed her story, but there was never
time to tell her.
     "That was lovely ,Fox," smiled Margaret when the music
ended. "You dance almost as well as my Bill."
     "You miss him don't you, Mrs. Scully?"
     "Oh yes, but I don't want to think about sad things today."
     "Uncle Wolf...Uncle Wolf," said a little voice. He looked down
and there was Eileen Scully, her hair in long dark curls, looking up
at him. "Will you dance with me?"
     "You are a bold little vixen," smiled Margaret, "and you should
call him Mr. Mulder."
     "Gran says he's going to be Uncle Wolf as soon as he and Aunt
Dana make me a baby cousin," she explained."I hope you make me a baby
cousin soon.  I like babies."
     "Well, Eileen, " he said "don't count on it, but I'll be happy to
dance with you."  He lifted her up and waltzed her around for a few
minutes. He returned her to her Dad with a smile, thinking Bill a
lucky man to have such a fine family, and did a quick check to see
where Vinnie the Lech was.  Mulder saw that he was pestering Melissa,
and that Chuck was handling the problem, and headed back to his seat.
Dana swooped up suddenly and put her arm around his waist.
     "Come dance with me," she smiled. "They're going to play If Ever
You Were Mine.  It's my favorite."  She looked up at him as the music
started.  He understood immediately why she loved it.  It was a
beautiful, slow song with a haunting melody and to his American
"Elvis" trained ears, ancient and exotic.  It touched something inside
of him.  He tightened his arm around her a little and for a moment she
lay her head against his shoulder.  The music built in intensity, and
he realized that he didn't want it to end.  He wanted to stay like
this forever with his arm around Dana's waist and her head resting
against him.  It was not possible of course.  The music had to end.
The moment had to end with it.  Once again, she was Dana Scully, his
partner and his friend, nothing more. The magic was gone, gone but not
forgotten.
     "Looks like it's time to eat," she smiled, "I'm starved.  Let's
hit the buffet.  Keep your eyes open because Vinnie has made his way
through Shelagh, Siobhan and Melissa.  That means my turn is next."
     "Does he always go in that order?" laughed Fox.
     "As usual, good old Dana is the last one on any guys list," she
chuckled.
     "Hey.  That's not true Scully.  I happen to know that you are
number one on Frohicke's list of hot females."
     "I guess you don't really want to use my washer/dryer that
badly," she laughed. "Frohicke indeed."
     They loaded up plates and grabbed a couple of bottles of beer and
returned to the table.  Conversation was light and bantering while
everyone ate more than they needed.
     "You looked good with Eileen, Fox," said Melissa. "You'll make a
wonderful daddy one day when you and Dana get around to making that
baby cousin she keeps telling everyone she's been promised."
     "That will be the day," he said fighting a blush.
     "Aye, and it better be soon," said Gran. "I promised her you'd
make her a baby cousin soon."
     "I know.  She told me," Mulder replied dryly supposing when you
were 90 you didn't really care who you embarrassed.
     "If you all will excuse me,"said Dana. "I think I'll go powder my
nose." She got up quickly and headed for ladies.  She stayed there as
long as she could diplomatically do so and headed back to her dinner
in the hope that the topic of conversation had changed in her absence.
     "Uh oh," said Margaret. "Here comes Dana, and Vinnie the Lech is
getting ready to make his move."
     "Aye lad," laughed Gran. "Time to strut, Wolf."
     "Oh brother.  Excuse me. This was just great," he
thought. "Everyone was going to watch him now.  He'd be the one to
start the brawl and ruin the wedding.  Vinnie had Dana against the
wall, and she wasn't looking happy.  Mulder approached and
"accidently" bumped into the far shorter man,
     "Excuse me, Vincenzo," he said quietly, "but that's private
property you are trespassing on."
     "Says who?" he asked belligerently.
     "Says me."
     "Oh yeah, and just what are you going to do about it?"
     "This is not going according to plan," thought Fox. "I am
supposed to be subtle.  What I am going to do," he said very very
softly, "is to twist your f-----g balls off if I see you looking at
any of the Scully women, and then Vincenzo, I'm going to call the IRS
and have them audit your taxes.  They tend to cooperate with the FBI
in matters like that."
     "Okay...Okay," he muttered giving Dana one last lustful and
longing look. '"Jeez, Dana, what zoo did you find him in?" He walked
away somewhat chastened.  He might have been willing to risk his
testicles for one of the Scully sisters, but he sure wasn't about to
risk the IRS.
     Dana was still laughing when they got back to their seat.  "Now
why didn't I think of that?" she asked.  "It was perfect."
     "What did you say to him, Fox?" asked Melissa
     "Mulder threatened to sic the IRS on him," laughed Dana.  "He
went distinctly pale."
     They finished eating and danced some more.  Sinead and Tim cut
their wedding cake and fed each other.  Then it was time to toss the
bouquet and the garter.  The idea was that Melissa was supposed to
catch the bouquet.  The cousins had planned it that way.  Dana didn't
want to go up with them at all.  She thought the tradition was stupid,
but she was forced by Gran because she was after all, still single.
Sinead's throw was a little off, so of course Dana got the bouquet.
She rolled her eyes.  She would never hear the end of it.  She wished
she could give it to Melissa who was really in love with Chuck and who
liked that sort of silliness.
     Need-less-to say, Vinnie the Lech caught the garter.  It was one
of those inevitabilities of life.  Fox rolled his eyes.  He had really
tried to catch it just so Vinnie wouldn't.  Now he would have to do
something about it.  The thought of getting his hand between Dana's
legs was so profoundly overwhelming to Vinnie, he nearly forgot about
the IRS.  So ecstatic was he, he did forget about Mulder...
momentarily.  He got a rude awakening when Mulder stepped in front of
him and said very quietly, "The garter Vinnie."
     "No way."
     "I said give me the f-----g garter," Fox whispered between
clenched teeth, "or the IRS will seem mild..." At that point Vinnie
noticed that Bill, Chris and Kevin Scully were closing in on three
sides and that Tim was getting ready to provide backup on the
fourth. Chuck was lingering in the background waiting to see where he
was needed. Vinnie "knew" about the Irish.  They were always fighting
about something.  They'd love an excuse to pound someone.  Not even
the Scully sisters were worth that, not to this Italian Stallion.

     "Okay,Okay," he muttered handing it to Fox.
     "I just want you to know I hate this Mulder," whispered Dana as
someone pulled a chair over for her to sit on.
     "Yeah, well so do I, Scully," he said, "but would you like me to
give it back to Vinnie?"
     "Unh Unh...no way," she replied lifting her dress so that he
could slide it over her foot. He felt himself go red in the face as
cries of "Higher, higher." rang out around him.
     "Oh, jeez," muttered Dana. "Go for it, and let's get this over
with, Mulder." She plastered a grin on her face as he shoved the
garter up her leg as high as he could get it.  She told herself she
didn't like it.  Then, in removing his hand he accidently brushed a
very private spot.  His face wasn't the only thing that the blood was
rushing to.
     "Keep it up, Mulder," she muttered. "You are asking for it."
     "It's staying up by itself, Scully," he hissed. "And don't make
promises you aren't going to keep.  Be a good girl now and dance with
me like you are supposed to."
     She couldn't help herself. Normally she ignored his teasing and
innuendos, but this was too funny.  Also she'd had a couple of beers.
She dissolved into a fit of giggling and once again rested her face on
his shoulder as they danced.
     "And to think I could be doing this with Vinnie the Lech," she
laughed. "Maybe I don't know what I missed."

     They were quiet on the ride home.  When they got to her house,
she pointed in the direction of the laundry room while she went to put
coffee on, and then she went to change.  When she came back he was
sitting on her couch with his feet propped up on her coffee table
looking very much at home.  He smiled at her when she came in,
thinking how pretty she looked in old jeans and a shirt with her make
up off.  He decided he liked her best like that.  She handed him a mug
of coffee and a bowl with a bag of sunflower seeds.  Across the top
lay the blue and white garter.
     "Thought you might like a souvenir of the wedding," she smiled
sipping her own cup of brew.
     He laughed aloud. "Thanks," he said. "I'll put it in the draw
with the condoms from your birthday.  I sincerely hope you invite me
to another family occasion soon.  My collection is growing more
interesting each time.  I wonder what it will be next.  A baby cousin
for Eileen maybe." He waggled is eyebrows at her.
     She picked up one of the pillows from her couch and started
pounding him with it until he cried Uncle.  Then they settled down to
watch "Four Weddings and a Funeral" while his clothes washed, with
Dana sitting on the opposite end of the sofa, safely out of reach of
any man thinking about making a baby cousin for Eileen.

                                  The End