Date sent:        Tue, 19 Aug 1997 21:08:17 -0400

From:             Chupacabra 

Subject:          fanfic



Title: "One Angry Dwarf"

Author: Chupacabra

Rating: PG

Classification: VH

Spoilers: none

Keywords: Pre-XF

Summary: A 14-year-old Dana Scully reflects on her life.  Or something.



Dedication: Um, if I had some friends maybe it could go to them, but my

whole life is XF so I don't.  



Disclaimer: The Scullys are CC's, 1013's, and FOX's, also probly GA's,

Melinda McGraw's, Sheila Larken's, Don Davis's, and whoever played Bill

in "Gethsemane".  The song "1 Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces" is

property of Ben FOlds Finve; no infringement intended and buy their

"whatever and Ever, Amen" CD NOW!!!!!!!



Author's Notes:  Just some fluff to tide me over cuz I'm writing

something *HUGE* and serious and I feel stale concentrating just on

that.  Anyways regard this as truth because I have a triangular psychic

connection w/ CC and GA, the two most impt scully peeps.  Or

something... I think I will channel the Stupendous Yappi to diagnose my

psychic abilities now.  Title is from a song, a really sweet one, but

here's the chorus:

	"Now I'm big and important

	One angry dwarf and

	200 solemn faces are you

	If you really wanna see me

	chack the papers and the tv

	oh, look who's telling who what to do.

	kiss my ass."

		-Ben Folds Five, "1 Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces"

Also here I portray Bill Scully as being mean, cuz everyone says he's so

nice but big brothers just aren't.  And I give Scully a bit of a

Napoleonic complex, which I write from experience... I have one bigger

then I am and if you say that that's not too big then i'll kick your

ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Feedback: I'm desperate for it.  ChupaC77@hotmail.com



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Dana Katherine Scully was getting really pissed off.



They were moving into their new house in San Diego, and the 14-year-old

girl wasn't getting her own room.  She had to share one with her older

sister Melissa, who was fifteen.  Missy would junk it up with her makeup

and her clothes and her teen magazines- just what Dana wanted.  And

she'd yell at Dana for her Star Trek stuff and her books.



*Just* what Dana wanted.  



Dana didn't understand Missy; for that matter, she didn't really

understand any of her family.  Her older brother Bill always beat her up

and insulted her, no matter what; her younger brother Charlie followed

everything Bill did.  Her dad was away at sea most of the time, and her

mother Dana considered wimpy.



Dana pulled out her poster of Lt. Uhara and taped it to her wall. 

Opposite her, Missy was unrolling her John Travolta poster.  Dana didn't

even like Missy's music; Missy listened to disco, while Dana liked

Aerosmith.  Dana then turned to unpacking her books and arranging them

on the shelf that had been placed against her wall earlier.  The titles

were of several categories: classics, nonfiction, sci-fi, or thrillers. 

The few books that Missy owned were romance novels.



Her Pete Rose poster came out next; she wasn't an especial fan of the

Reds, but Pete Rose intrigued her.  His arrogance made him interesting.

And there was no contradicting the fact that he was a great player.



Bill and Charlie appeared at the door.  Dana had always tagged along

with Bill, or tried to, but he had insulted her and let Charlie play. 

Now Bill was sixteen, and had gotten his driver's license four months

ago.  Dana had lost interest in tagging along because all he did was go

to his friends', who used to be nice to Dana but had stopped when they

started noticing girls.  They always thought she was flirting or

something like that.  Dana really didn't get it, just like she didn't

get what was wrong with wearing jeans and a T-shirt every day.



Dana did have friends, just not any really close friends.  Well, check

that.  She'd had a best friend when they lived in Charleston when she

was seven and eight, but then they'd moved and the friendship had died. 

And they kept returning to Annapolis, Maryland, where the Scullys were

friends with a family with two daughters.  They were probably Dana's

closest friends.  She had always been polite when meeting people, but

had never really gone out of her way.  What was the point?  She figured

they'd just move in another two years.



Dana giggled, remembering when her mother had inquired about her status

at her new school last year.  Missy had been on the phone behind her,

and Dana had said that she had met a group of girls who "weren't so

preoccupied with boys, clothes, and makeup that they were just

wannabe-models."  Missy hadn't heard anything, because she was drooling

over some hot guy with her friend.



Bill sighed.  "Dana, Mom wants you."



Dana made a growling sound and hopped up, then ran down the stairs to

the kitchen where Maggie Scully was waiting.  Maggie was a part-time

high school English teacher; she'd worked full-time until her children

were born.  



"Dana, your father is on the phone," Maggie informed her daughter.



"Hey Dad."



"Starbuck, how's moving?"



"OK."



"Are Missy and Bill bothering you?"



"Not really."



"Alright.  Well, I know you can defend yourself.  Anyway, I was just

saying hi.  Remember to listen to your mother.  Now could you put Bill

on?"



Dana dutifully handed the phone to her waiting brother, who proceeded to

get into a huge argument with his father.  All Bill did for the past

three years was argue.



 thought Dana.  She turned

and went back upstairs to finish unpacking.  



Maybe San Diego wouldn't be so bad after all.  She'd gotten a

scholarship into an all-girl Catholic high school - the same one Missy

was going to - by being the top scorer on her entrance exam.  It was a

good school, too.  Dana wanted people to know about her abilities and

accomplishments, but telling them always felt like bragging, so no one

knew about her scholarship besides her family.  And she'd seen a sign

for a stables nearby.  Dana had ridden at camp as a young girl, but had

recently taken lessons and loved it; jumping was so similar to flying,

and she loved riding fast.



There really wasn't all that much to Dana Katherine Scully.  She worked

hard and was principled and wanted to be accepted, but not at the price

of discomfort; so what if she was a tomboy and a bookworm on top of

that?



Why did people have trouble with her?  What was so hard to figure out? 

Dana wondered as she unpacked her awards.  It wasn't that hard.



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OK, that made no sense but OH WELL DEAL WITH IT.  so what if i threw way

too many autobiographical elements in; it's believable is it not?

NOW, to get on my mailing list email me and say as much.  It's cool.



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PS, my next fanfic "All You Ever Had" is coming soon and explains

everything X-Filean.  BEAT THAT!!!!!!!  KENNY RULES!!!!!!!

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