Title: Sad Mulder 
Author: Daydreamer
Author E-mail: Daydream59@aol.com
Rating: G 
Category: V, A
Spoilers: none
Keywords: MSR
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Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully are owned by 
Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, Fox Television 
Network, etc. They are wonderfully brought to life 
by David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson. I will make 
no profit from this, and neither will Fox if they 
sue me, for I am poor and have nothing material 
they can profit from. 

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Summary: A Birthday Story


Sad Mulder 


1973. I had a party that year, just like every year before. It 
was a Saturday and my dad took us all up to the batting cages. 
I hit every ball I swung at that day, and when we left, my dad 
kinda hugged me, ruffled my hair and whispered, "Good job, Fox. 
You got 'em all." I was so proud, I didn't even care that he 
hugged me in front of my friends.

My dad and mom got me a new basketball that year. After the party, 
Dad and I went out and shot baskets in the yard. He was good, but 
I was almost as tall now, and I surprised him a couple of times 
with my moves. He laughed each time, bent over with his hands on 
his knees while he caught his breath. "Damn, boy, you got me 
again." I flushed, kinda embarrassed, but mostly really pleased. 

Sam came into my room that night. She just wanted to give me a 
hug and a card. There was this silly crayon picture of a boy and 
girl and a goofy yellow circle sun sorta made into an award ribbon. 
Inside it said: Best Brother Ever. 

It was the last really happy day I remember in my life. Next year, 
my birthday was on a Sunday. My dad was drunk. My mom was zoned 
on the tranquilizers she was living on. Nobody remembered it was
my birthday. I don't think I was happy again after I turned twelve.

It's Sunday again this year, just me and Jack Daniels. Guess I'm 
gonna make my old man proud after all. I look at Sam's card, and 
I can't stop the tears that fill my eyes. There's a knock on my 
door and I ignore it, but then I hear a key and Scully is there. 
She takes the glass from my hand and gently tugs Sam's card away.
"Oh, Mulder." Her words are soft as she strokes my hair. 

"Why are you here, Scully?" I'm harsh but I can't help it.

She takes my face in both her hands, looks deep into my eyes, and 
then, she's kissing me, taking my breath away. I taste scotch 
and Scully, and of the two, I much prefer Scully.

"Happy Birthday, Mulder," she whispers and then she's kissing me 
again, and I think, maybe I *can* be happy after all.