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Part 10

Hospital Cafeteria
12: 35 AM

It took a while to calm Agnes down. She was sobbing into 
her hands and Mulder and Scully had somehow only 
garnered that she had put Candi into a coma.

"I had to. . .I had to."

"Because she was out of control?"

"No. Well, yes. It was partially that but she didn't 
understand what she was playing with. She never 
understood what she was playing with. She called me last 
night. She said she did something very wrong and put you 
(she nodded toward Mulder) into a coma and she really 
felt bad about that because you did nothing to her. She 
was just mad at Dana and she later found out she 
shouldn't have been. I know my girl. She's not always 
thinking straight. She thinks with the heart of a three 
year old sometimes. But she's not a bad girl. She was 
just given a gift--or a curse--she never should have 
been given. She's too immature to make decisions on how 
to handle it. This is not her fault. But yesterday, she 
wanted to mess with Janet. And that could not happen."

"Excuse me, Mrs. Zleinek. I just don't quite understand 
why going after Janet made you act. I mean, you told me 
you knew  she was doing this for quite a while and you 
never stopped her before. . .and, logically, if she were 
to have revenge on anyone--this would be the person she 
should have placed her anger on in the first place. So. 
. .why now?"

"Because I knew you girls would not be going to hell. 
Not a chance. When it comes time for Candi to be judged, 
all she would be guilty of is forcing you to decide 
whether or not you wanted to take stock of your life and 
atone early. With Janet--there is something I feel in my 
bones. I'm not so sure if Candi sent her to hell--she 
wouldn't qualify to go. And, if she didshe would have 
given final judgment. Something that is only God's job. 
And she'd have to suffer the consequences for that 
arrogance. She's my baby. I couldn't let that happen." 

Scully reached out and touched the woman's hand and 
Mulder just stared at her for a while. 

It was a strange experience for him. While he had been 
pretty open from the start about the existence of 
purgatory, even though he didn't necessarily even 
understand his own religious beliefs or disbeliefs, it 
was bizarre seeing these things talked about freely. 
Seeing Scully fight against the concept while believing 
on some frightened level. He was beginning to understand 
some of what she must feel when he had backup for some 
of his more bizarre theories and she was the complete 
outsider trying to make sense of it all.

On their way out of the hospital, they went into Candi's 
room. They were a little surprised to find a visitor. 
Gary was sitting by her bedside, just watching her. He 
looked less tired than the last time they had seen them. 
God works in some very mysterious ways, Scully thought.

She walked up to the head of the bed and looked down. 
Candi was a very beautiful womaneven without her ever-
present makeup and with all the tubes in place. She 
touched her shoulder and said a silent prayer that she 
would recover quickly and fully realize what she had 
done. And most of all, "sin no more." 

She turned to Mulder as they got back out into the 
hallway.

"I think we should go home tomorrow afternoon. Check in 
the morning to make sure the benefit went well and that 
someone will make sure the money will go where it's 
needed. . .probably back to Candi now--and then leave 
this bizarre high school version of Knot's Landing. 
Frankly, I'm exhausted."

He smiled as they made their way back to the parking 
lot.


Days Inn
3 AM


The water was cold. Damned cold. 

Probably not the smartest idea. A moonlight swim. Sounds 
romantic but in actuality, Mulder found it a bit 
alarming. There was no telling what could be lurking in 
the water and after encounters with all and sundry forms 
of life procreating, gestating and parasiting in the 
stuff, his imagination didn't have to run rampant in 
order for him to get some pretty vivid pictures playing 
in his mind. And worse, romance was really out of the 
question. Really. Scully was making that discovery.

"Not a chance, huh?" she asked him as she stroked him 
inside his swimming trunks.

"You'd have to thaw them out at this point."

Her laughter rang out as she gave his testes a soft 
caress and moved her hand back up to his shoulder.

"Oh, well. Too bad we don't have a hot tub around."

"You have a water fetish today, Scully?"

"I guess I must."

"Can we go inside before the deep freeze turns into 
frostbite?"

"Oh, we definitely can't let that happen."

She started to walk out of the water but as more and 
more of her skin was exposed to the cool night air, the 
temperature finally began to have an effect on her. She 
suddenly broke into as quick a run as she could with the  
water swirling around her feet and then bolted through 
the sand and up to her room. By the time Mulder 
followed, she was already in the shower.

He joined her as quickly as it took to remove his 
trunks.

"Hold me, I'm cold," she shivered.

She huddled into him as if he could entirely envelope 
her body. The water was warm and steamy but they both 
knew the shower would pretty much remain functional 
rather than sexy. 

Scully turned off the water, grabbed a towel and 
bathrobe, and with a muttered "fuck this," she ran to 
the bedroom where she quickly turned up the heater and 
snuggled under the blanket.

Mulder soon followed and was again summoned to warm her.

"You are a very pushy woman, Scully. Did I ever tell you 
that before?"

He spooned around her body and rubbed his hands up and 
down over her terrycloth covered arms. 

"Whose bright idea was this midnight swim in the icy 
waters of the Pacific?" she asked through teeth that 
were just past the verge of chattering.

"I believe that was the idea of the woman who spent a 
good deal of her formative years in said water. And it's 
way past midnight, by the way."

"Oh. See. That was my mistake. The temperature drops 
dramatically after the witching hour."

"I think the temperature rises much higher when the 
damned sun comes out. Much better to do that kind of 
thing in broad daylight. Sun--good. Moon--bad. For 
warmth, anyway."

He snuggled closer to her.

"We could live here on a beach somewhere, you know."

She couldn't tell from his voice if he was serious.

"What?"

"We could. We could sell margaritas on the beach. I 
would flirt with the old lady tourists for bigger tips 
and you could show the old guys some thigh. We'd make a 
living."

"I would most definitely do nothing of the kind. And I 
don't condone serving alcoholic beverages to the elderly 
in the hot sun. They could have bottled water or juice."

"I can see who will be making the money in this 
enterprise. Well, you know, it's always been the 
traditional role of the male to bring home the bacon. . 
.or tofu or whatever the hell you are into this week. 
So. . ."

She turned in his arms.

"Would you really. . .ever do this?"

"Sell margaritas on the beach?"

"No. I mean, leave the FBI. Stop the madness."

"I don't know. Right now, I don't think we're doing an 
awful balancing job. But, if you were unhappyand 
actually let me know, which would be a first--or if we 
both just found ourselves working without passion--yes. 
I guess I would. If you would go with me, of course."

"Of course."

"Well, is that something you would like to do? Someday?"

"Not right now. I guess I also don't feel it's 
necessary. We're in a redefining stage of life, that's 
for sure and I think that scared me. I know that scared 
me. I think I felt that we needed very clear boundaries 
between work and our relationship but--really, that's 
exactly what we've done all these years and that didn't 
make us happy. We've sort of naturally been blending the 
two in the last few weeks and it's been nice. And, the 
fact that we are comfortable enough with each other to 
still yell, scream, pout, and get the hell away from 
each other is a very healthy sign."

"Very healthy," he agreed. She felt him nod against the 
top of her head. She slipped her hands under his robe to 
encircle his waist.

"I do love you, Mulder. You are the last one for me."

His arms tightened around her to the point where she 
could barely breathe. She returned the squeeze. It was  
a nice sort of mutual discomfort. 

The words weren't such a big deal after all. The world, 
for the second time so far in this millennium, did not 
end. In fact, it had several new, small beginnings.


The End.


Author's notes:
I was thinking about "Candi" yesterday. How a little 
power in the wrong hands can lead to loads of trouble. 
The same holds true for a certain novice fanfic writer 
who, pumped up from kind and generous feedback, decided 
to take on--oh, say nice contained little subjects like 
life after death, eternal retribution and wayward 
cheerleaders. 

The life lesson I learned from this particular story is-
-ignore inspirations received at bus stops. When the 
little voice starts up with the old familiar, "wouldn't 
it be interesting if. . ." forget the bus and start 
walking. Exercise will chase those wayward thoughts back 
where they belong.

Thank you for taking this bizarre little trip with me.

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