TITLE: All The Good Ones Are Gone AUTHOR: Katwoman E-MAIL: kris_harnage@yahoo.com DATE: 6 May 1998 DISTRIBUTION: Sure. Fine. Wherever. Just let me know! Please send to ATXF; submitting separately to Gossamer. RATING: PG CATEGORY: SHAR-Song Story SPOILERS: US5 through "Kill Switch" CONTENT WARNING: Scully and Mulder romance -- as always, non-relationshippers, consider yourselves warned! KEYWORDS: Scully humor, angst, eventual MSR. SUMMARY: Scully contemplates her life on her 34th birthday and, with the help of her closest friends, decides to make a drastic change. DISCLAIMER: As everyone already knows and isn't too happy about (including me), Mulder, Scully and the entire cast of "The X-Files" belong to the creative "God" Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions, FOX Broadcasting and 20th Century FOX Television. The rest of the characters in this story are actual people and belong to themselves. I am merely borrowing everyone for a while. I promise to take them out and show them a good time. As always, the songs belong to the songwriters. No copyright infringement intended. COMMENTS: I know everyone has written about Scully's birthday, and I know it was a month and a half ago (February 23), but this idea came to me the other night while listening to the radio, so here it is. This is my second song story. I can't seem to stop myself! Hope everyone likes this. Feedback is always welcome. DEDICATION: This one's for every woman who has heard Pam Tillis' hit song "All The Good Ones Are Gone" and feels it is their "life theme-song." I used to feel that way, but now I *truly* believe there is someone out there for every one! I'm getting married in December (and I'm 30), so don't give up hope! "ALL THE GOOD ONES ARE GONE" By Katwoman Dana Scully's Place 3170 W. 53rd Road #35 Annapolis, Maryland Tuesday, February 17, 1998 7:53 p.m. "I don't think so, Ellen, but thanks for asking," Scully said into the phone. "Oh, come on, Dana, it's your birthday -- you *have* to celebrate it!" Ellen said emphatically. "Why?" "Because I said so," said Ellen, getting a little irritated. "Oh really?" Scully said, a little taken back by her friend's tone. "I'm sorry, Dana. I don't mean to sound harsh. It's just that I haven't seen you in such a long time, you'll actually be in town this weekend, it's your birthday ... how can we *not* celebrate?" "OK. OK. You talked me into it. Besides, it's not like I have any other plans." "Great. I'll see you Saturday." "Oh, Ell ... where are we going?" Scully inquired. "That's a surprise." "What should I wear?" "Nothing fancy. Jeans and a sweater are fine," Ellen said. "After all, we both have to dress up for work every day." "This is true," Scully replied. "OK. See you Saturday." "Great. I'll pick you up at 7:30 p.m." ##### J. Edgar Hoover FBI Building basement office Washington, D.C. Friday, February 20, 1998 4:54 p.m. "So, any big plans for the weekend?" Mulder asked Scully from across the room. The two special agents were working on field reports, as well as expenditures -- a typical day at the office when they weren't out of town on a case. "Yeah, as a matter of fact, I'm getting together with my friend, Ellen," Scully replied. "Your old college roommate? The one who is mother of your Godson?" "Yeah," Scully said, once again amazed at Mulder's phenomenal memory. It had been five years since she mentioned Ellen or her Godson, Trent, to him. "Well, have a good time," Mulder said, picking up his coat and heading out the door. "See you Monday." "Have a good weekend yourself, Mulder." ##### Scully's Place Annapolis, Maryland Saturday, February 21, 1998 7:25 p.m. Scully put the finishing touches on her make-up, then checked herself in front of the full-length mirror in her bathroom. She was wearing a dark purple, cashmere, low-cut, long-sleeved cardigan with gold buttons down the front, dark blue Levis 550s and her black ankle boots. "Well, that's about as good as it gets," she said to herself, just as the doorbell rang. Scully walked to the door and looked through the peephole to see Ellen. She opened the door to her best friend of more than 16 years, who was wearing white jeans, a white T-shirt, a red, V-neck, pull-over sweater and penny loafers. "Hey Ell!" she said, giving her friend a big hug. "Hey D!" Ellen said, returning Scully's hug. "You ready to go?" "Yeah, just let me grab my jacket." Scully grabbed her black leather jacket from the coat rack, followed Ellen out the door and locked it behind her. "So, are you going to tell me where we're going?" Scully asked, as she and Ellen headed towards Ellen's Toyota Camry. "No, I told you it was a surprise," Ellen laughed. "Geez, Dana. You haven't changed a bit -- still can't wait for your surprises." "You know me!" "Yes, I do." As Ellen steered the car onto the interstate headed toward Baltimore, she popped in a tape. A country song started playing. "I don't see how you can listen to that stuff," Scully said. "If you gave it a chance, Dana, I think you'd learn to like it," Ellen replied. "Some of the songs are so touching." "And depressing," was Scully's rebuttal. "Well, some of that adult contemporary music you like can be depressing, too. All music genres have all types of songs -- happy, sad, touching ..." "I get your point, Ell. So, who is this?" "Who is this??? Boy, you don't listen to country at all, do you? This is none other than the Queen of Country Music -- Reba McEntire!" "Oh, I've heard of her. I just didn't recognize her voice. This song isn't bad. It's actually very pretty." Ellen turned up the volume. >>The sunlight, the moonlight Are beyond my control And there are stars in the heavens That I'll never hold But if dreams give you power Then I'm strong enough To offer my heart And never give up Till you love me Till you love me I looked in your eyes So bright and so blue And that's when I knew That you could be mine If good things come To those who will wait Well, I guess I can wait If that's what I have to do Oh, it's worth it for you. The sunlight, the moonlight Are beyond my control And there are stars in the heavens That I'll never hold But if dreams give you power Then I'm strong enough To offer my heart And never give up Till you love me Till you love me Till you love me.<< "Great song," Scully said, as the song came to an end. she thought. "Told you," Ellen said, popping the tape out and popping in another. She fast forwarded the tape to the second song. "This is another great song," Ellen said. "Just listen to the words." >>I was standing at the counter I was waiting for the change When I heard that old familiar music start It was like a lighted match Had been tossed into my soul It was like a dam had broken in my heart After taking every detour Getting lost and losing track So that even if I wanted I could not find my way back After driving out the memory Of the way things might have been After I'd forgotten all about us The song remembers when. We were rolling through the Rockies We were up above the clouds When a station our of Jackson played that song And it seemed to fit the moment And the moment seem to freeze When we turned the music up and sang along And there was a God in Heaven And the world made perfect sense We were young and were in love And we were easy to convince We were headed straight for Eden It was just around the bend And though I have forgotten all about it The song remembers when. I guess something must have happened And we must have said goodbye And my heart must have been broken Though I can't recall just why The song remembers when.<< "Who is this?" Scully asked. "This *is* a great song -- so true." "Trisha Yearwood," Ellen said. "The reigning CMA Female Vocalist of the Year." "CMA?" "Country Music Association." "Boy, you *have* gotten into country music, haven't you, Ellen?" Scully laughed. "All the way -- it's the best!" >>Well, for all the miles between us And for all the time that's past You would think I haven't gotten very far And I hope my hasty heart Will forgive me just this once If I stop to wonder how on Earth you are But that's just a lot of water Underneath a bridge I burned And there's no use in backtracking Around corners I have turned Still I guess some things we bury Are just bound to rise again For even if the whole world has forgotten The song remembers when Yeah, and even if the whole world has forgotten The song remembers when.<< "Wow, that's a powerful one," Scully said. "You still feel the same about country music now?" Ellen asked. "Well, this is *not* the country that I heard my father playing when I was a child," said Scully. "This is not twangy." "Nope, country has changed a lot," Ellen explained. "There are still some new singers who stick to traditional country, but there are a lot who don't even sound country." "Maybe I'll give it a second chance," said Scully. "Good," said Ellen. With that, Ellen pulled the car into the parking lot at Scully's favorite restaurant -- The Melting Pot. "Ooooo ... I'm going off my diet tonight!" Scully exclaimed. "Me, too!" said Ellen. "Come on, let's go." ##### The Melting Pot Baltimore, Maryland 7:55 p.m. "Table for two, ma'am?" the hostess asked. "No, I had reservations, under the name Scully," said Ellen. "Right this way," replied the hostess. Scully shot Ellen a bewildered look. Ellen just ignored her and followed the hostess, so Scully silently followed them both. When the three women entered the main dining room, Scully was met with applause and squeals. "You're finally here!" Andie said, jumping up and giving Scully a hug. "Oh God! Andie! How long has it been?" Scully said, squeezing her old friend tightly. "Too long!" replied the petite brunette with shoulder-length hair. Andie, who was the same height as Scully, was wearing black jeans, a black turtle neck, multi-colored vest and black ankle boots similar to Scully's. "Oh my God! Noelle is that you? And Laura? What in the world???" "Now you *know* we couldn't miss your birthday -- not after everything you've been through this past year," Noelle said, standing and giving Scully a big hug. "There's far too much to celebrate." Noelle, a tall woman with shoulder-length, dark auburn hair, was wearing blue jeans, a hunter green, v-neck sweater and brown ankle boots. "Thanks, Noelle," Scully said. "I appreciate that. It is *so* good to see you." Scully turned to Noelle's younger sister, a tall, young woman with dark blonde, long, curly hair. Laura was wearing light-colored blue jeans, a red, white and blue striped, long-sleeved Tommy Hilfiger shirt and brown hiker boots. "Laura, you've gotten so tall!" Scully exclaimed, when the younger woman came over and gave her a hug. "Well, with my family, it was inevitable," said Laura. "I really didn't expect to pass up Noelle, but look at me now!" "How tall *are* you?" Scully laughed. "5'12"," Laura giggled. "I *refuse* to say I'm six feet!" "I think you got some of *my* height there, young lady!" Scully teased. "What have you been up to? I haven't seen you in what? Seven years?" "Something like that," said Laura. "Before we all get caught up, have a seat Dana," Ellen interrupted. "Let's get this party started." Scully took a seat at the head of the table. Noelle and Laura took their seats on one side of the table and Andie and Ellen on the other. Scully suddenly noticed the massive bunch of balloons in the middle of the table. "Over the hill?" Scully cried, looking at the black balloon at the very top of the colorful bunch. "Now, wait a minute ..." "Well, you *are* the oldest in the group," Noelle stated, matter-of-factly. "Yes, but 'over the hill'? I'm only 34!" exclaimed Scully. "I won't be 34 until next January," Andie said. "I'm not even 33 yet -- not until December," said Noelle. "And I won't be 34 until September," said Ellen. Then the four women looked at Laura. "Hey, don't look at me," Laura said. "I'm not even 30 yet!" "How old *are* you?" Scully said, raising an eyebrow and looking at Laura skeptically. "Are you even old enough to drink?" "Yes, Dana. I'm 26! I'm not *that* young!" "A mere child," Scully replied. "A babe," Andie agreed. "A youngster," Ellen added. "A kid," Noelle chuckled. "Well, I'm still taller than all of you!" Laura said. "Now, stop picking on me. This is supposed to be the night to pick on Dana. *She's* the one who's 'over the hill!'" "Alright already. I'm putting an end to this immediately," Scully said, trying to maintain a straight face. "No more 'over the hill' jokes, or I'm outta here." "Well, I guess we better not give you your presents then," Ellen said. "What? A bunch of gag gifts?" Scully asked. "Denture cream? A cane?" Everyone at the table roared in laughter. Andie finally composed herself. "No," she said. "We're just kidding. We got you *real* gifts." "Well, that's good, or I was about to have four ex-friends," Scully said in a stern but teasing tone. "OK. First we eat, then dessert, then presents," said the ever-organized Noelle. "Yes ma'am," Scully said, laughing. "Do I get whatever I want?" "Of course," Noelle said. "Our treat! Pig out!" "Yeah, like 'Little Miss Size 6' would ever pig out," said Andie. "I am tonight!" said Scully. "I think we should have a little of everything -- swiss cheese wine fondue with bread, the meat and vegetable broil, chocolate fondue with angel food cake -- you know how I love this place, guys." "Yeah, we know," said Ellen. "That's why we brought you here. Just make sure you save room for the *main* dessert." "The *main* dessert? What?" Scully asked, excited. "You'll see," said Laura. "You're going to love it!" ##### Two hours later ... Once the five women had worked their way through salads, the two main courses, chocolate fondue, two strawberry margaritas each and a cornucopia of conversation varying from what each woman was up-to now to the esteem qualities of every man from Tom Cruise and Pierce Brosnan to Sean Connery, every waiter and waitress in the restaurant surrounded the table and began clapping and singing. >>We've got the wine We've got the cheese We're The Melting Pot We're here to please Happy, Happy Birthday Happy Birthday to you We hope that all Your wishes come true.<< With the final note, a waitress placed a key lime pie directly in front of Scully. After taking a closer look at the pie, Scully burst into laughter. "You guys are crazy!" Scully said, eyeing the pie. Staring back at her from the green pie were two huge eyes, a nose and a mouth -- resembling an alien! The table erupted in laughter once more. "Yeah, yeah, we know they're not actually *green*, but who wants a gray pie?" Noelle snickered. Scully burst into laughter once again. "Make a wish and blow out your candles," Laura said. "You *had* to put 34 on here, didn't you?" Scully said, finally composing herself. "Of course!" said Andie. "Now hurry, before you burn down the place!" "You are *so* funny, Andie," Scully replied, her voice thick with sarcasm. Scully closed her eyes momentarily, then opened them and extinguished the candles with one great huff. "She's still got that great lung capacity," Noelle laughed. "No wonder they made her resident attendant in our dorms. She's the only one who could shout above 150 other girls!" "Ha ha, very funny, Noelle," said Scully. "It was because *I* was the most responsible one!" "Shall I bring up weekends at Club Paradise, Dana?" Ellen quickly piped up. "No, let's not take *that* stroll down memory lane, OK?" Scully said, remembering many a night worshipping the "great white throne" after an all-nighter at the infamous college nightclub. "OK, I'll cut the pie, and Dana, you can start opening your presents," said Noelle. "Now you're talking!" Scully said. "I love presents!" "WE KNOW!" Scully's four friends chorused, making her laugh again. "Mine first," Laura said, handing Scully a box wrapped in Looney Tunes paper with a bright red bow. "Cute paper, Laura," Scully said. "Thanks, open the card first," Laura said. "Read them all out loud," Andie said. "OK, ok," Scully said, pulling the card from the envelope. "I like you just the way you are ...," she read, opening the card. "Older than me!" Laura laughed. "Very funny, kiddo," Scully said, chuckling. "Just wait until your 30th! We're going to get you *good*!" Laura said nothing, but continued laughing. Scully unwrapped her gift. It was a double CD-set. "The Best of Carman!" Scully exclaimed. "Oh, I love Carman! Thanks Laura." "You're very welcome," Laura said. "At least *you* have good taste. These other three are totally into country. I like some of it, but Contemporary Christian is the best." "I like it, too," said Scully. "Actually, I like just about every type of music, except country. Although Ellen did play me some on the way over and I didn't retch or anything ..." "Ha ha, Dana," Ellen said, looking at Scully. She then turned to the others, "actually, she liked it a lot, guys." "Yes, I did," Scully said. "I'm just kidding." "I'm next," Noelle said. "Here you go." She handed Scully a long, slim box wrapped in dark purple wrapping paper with a gold ribbon and bow. "Hey look, the paper matches your sweater, Dana," Laura pointed out. "Yeah, it does. Fancy schmancy, Noelle," Scully said. "What *could* it be?" "Well, open it and find out," Noelle said. "Open the card first, though." Scully opened the card and read it out loud: "With age comes wisdom ..." she opened the card. "Isn't that right, o enlightened one?" Everyone laughed yet again. "You guys just *have* to rub it in, huh? Scully said. "What are friends for?" Noelle said. Scully unwrapped the gift and opened a dark blue velvet box to reveal a delicate, gold rope bracelet. "Oh, Noelle, it's beautiful!" Scully said. "I love it!" "I'm glad," Noelle said. "I know it's not something you'd wear to work, but I thought it would be nice for special occasions -- you know, dates, parties, etc." "Like *I* ever have a date," Scully said. "The FBI is having the big anniversary ball this summer, though. I will definitely wear it to that." "Ooooo ... an anniversary ball," Andie said. "Going with anyone special?" "I'll probably go alone," Scully said. "Mulder isn't big on those kinds of things." "So, how are things with you and Mulder?" Ellen asked. "Same ole, same ole ... just partners and friends," Scully said. "When are you going to jump the guy, Dana?" Noelle asked. "I know *I* sure would have by now!" "That's for sure," Andie agreed.. "Yeah," said Ellen, teasing. "When *are* you going to jump the guy?" "I've told you guys. Mulder and I are just friends," Scully said. "I mean, we're partners for God's sake. I can't just *jump* him ... even if I wanted to." "Does that mean you want to?" Noelle said, full of curiosity. "Well, I am a young, single woman in the PRIME of her sexuality ..." Scully said dramatically ... "of course I want to jump him!!! It's just not that simple." "Here, time to open my gift," said Andie. "I think it's something you *really* need." "So, when you did find the time to go out and buy me a life?" Scully said in a sardonic tone. "Just open it," Andie said, giving the others a knowing look. Scully opened the card, which had little cartoon bear on it wearing a party hat. "You're 34? Well, I'll be ..." she read aloud, then opened the card. "Younger than you for the rest of my life." "Ha ha ha," Scully said. "Low blow, Andie." "Well, you know me," said Andie, laughing. "There's no limit to the depths I'll sink for a good friend!" Laughter rang out from the table once more. Scully then unwrapped Andie's gift, which was wrapped in hot pink paper with silver ribbon. Inside was a hot pink box from Victoria's Secret. "Andie, what have you done?" Scully said, giving her friend her infamous raised eyebrow look. Andie said nothing, and tried hard not to laugh. Scully opened the box and pulled back the tissue, revealing a small emerald green teddy lined in black lace. "It's gorgeous, but where on earth am I ever going to wear it?" Scully asked. "Hey, you were the one who just said you were in the *prime* of your sexuality, Dana," Andie replied. "You figure it out!" "I can't believe you, girl!" Scully said. "You're incorrigible!" "And you need to learn to be!" Andie said. Scully blushed and set the gift box aside without saying another word. Ellen handed her another gift. "This one's from me." "Thanks Ell," Scully said. Scully first opened the card, which had three frogs jumping up and down on it. "Hey, I know," one frog said. "Let's get older," she read aloud, then opened the card. "You go first." "You guys really know how to rub it in, don't 'cha?" Scully said, laughing. Scully tore into the wrapping paper covered in balloons and confetti, topped with a light blue bow. Inside the box was an exquisite antique, silver picture frame. "Oh Ell, it's beautiful," Scully said. "Yeah, it is," Noelle said. Andie and Laura both nodded in agreement. "And now we have to have the waiter take everyone's picture together, so you can put it in the frame and never forget your 34th birthday," Ellen said, getting out her camera. "Oh, I don't think I'll ever forget this night," Scully laughed. "And it's not over yet!" Noelle said. After the quick photo shoot, the women gathered up their things, paid the bill and headed for the cars. "So, where are we going?" Scully asked. "Like we're going to tell you!" Andie said. "You know Dana," Noelle said to the others. "She just can't wait for surprises." "Yeah, we know," Andie and Laura both said together. Scully laughed. "OK, so I haven't changed much in the past 10 years." Everyone laughed as they climbed into the two vehicles. ##### End Part I "All The Good Ones Are Gone" (2/2) By Katwoman Disclaimer and other information in Part I ********************* The Riverfront Saloon Downtown Baltimore 10:50 p.m. "You've *got* to be kidding?" Scully said, eyeing the bar as Ellen pulled into the parking lot. "What? Are we going line dancing?" "No, line dancing is on Thursdays," Ellen said, totally serious. "Oh come on, Dana. Open your mind a little. Country bars are much better than the others -- the crowds are older; there's not a bunch of college kids. Besides, this one is pretty quiet. No live band tonight, just a juke box. We just wanted to have a few drinks and talk -- nothing too wild. I'm married with a child, remember?" "Oh, all right," Scully said, climbing out of the car. "Besides, we country fans outnumber you and Laura three to two, and Laura does like some country, so you're actually outnumbered four to one," Ellen rationalized. "I said all right," Scully said. The five women entered the bar, found an empty table and ordered a round of strawberry margaritas. "This is it for me," Ellen said. "I'm driving." "Me, too," Laura said. "Dana -- you, Andie and Noelle go for it. You aren't driving." "I better not get too carried away," said Scully. "I haven't been out drinking in a *very* long time." "I bet Noelle and I could still drink you under the table," Andie said to Scully. "I bet I could drink every one of you under the table," Noelle boasted. "You lush," Andie kidded. Everyone laughed. "Let's not find out," Scully said. "I'm out of practice. I better stop after this one." "Yeah, *sure* you will," Andie said. Getting up, she added, "I'll be right back. I have a song to play for you, Dana." "What is she up-to?" Scully asked, skeptically. "Don't ask me," Ellen said, clueless. "We have no idea," Laura said. Noelle shrugged and shook her head. Andie dropped a few quarters in the juke box, made her selections, then returned to the table. A soft, country ballad began filling the bar. "Everyone listen carefully," Andie said. >>She'll turn 34 this weekend She'll go out with her girlfriends They'll drink some margaritas Cut up and carry on They'll be guys and They'll be come ons She'll probably get hit on But she thinks All the good ones are gone.<< "That's the damn truth," Scully said, listening carefully. "Was this song written especially for me?" "Just keep listening, Dana," Andie said. >>She's got friends down at the office And she can't help but notice That when the day is over How they all hurry home Everyday there's guys she works with And even some she flirts with But it seems like All the good ones are gone. And her mama called this mornin' Said I'm worried 'bout my baby I wish you had a family Of your own She said Mom, it's not that easy You make it sound so simple But you can't take the first Man that comes along. Once she had someone who loved her Back when she was younger But she wonders if she held out A little too long Back then there were just so many But now there just aren't any It seems like All the good ones are gone. And her mama called this mornin' Said I'm worried 'bout my baby I wish you had a family Of your own She said Mom, it's not that easy You make it sound so simple But you can't take the first Man that comes along. She'll turn 34 this weekend She'll go out with her girlfriends They'll drink some margaritas Cut up and carry on.<< "Boy, am I depressed *now*," Scully said, as the song ended. "Thanks Andie." "Yeah, Andie, thanks for depressing all of us old, single women," Noelle said. "Sor--ry," said Andie. "I didn't mean it to depress anyone. I mean, I'm single, *too*. I just meant it to prompt Dana to go after what she wants or should I say, *who* she wants, before all the 'good ones' in her life are gone!" "You mean Mulder?" Scully said, a little surprised by Andie's insinuation. "Oh, come on, Dana," Noelle said. "You talk about him all the time. No other guy has a chance with you! And from what I've seen with him -- the little I've been around him -- no other woman has a chance against you. Just go for it, girl!" "Noelle, there are certain standards ..." Scully began. "Standards schmanders ... life is too short," Noelle said, bluntly. "It's not like you have to broadcast it throughout the entire Federal Bureau of Investigation. Besides, there's probably rumors going around about you two anyway. Didn't you say everyone called you Mrs. Spooky?" "Well, yeah," Scully answered. "Well, why not put those rumors to rest with the real thing!?!" Andie interjected. "But ... but what if it doesn't work out?" Scully said softly. "What if it ruins everything?" "Dana, can you honestly say you'd be happy with things staying just the way they are right now -- *forever*?" Ellen asked in a serious tone. "Well, no," Scully said. "I would *love* to have more with Mulder. To have everything, if you know what I mean." "Yeah, we know what you mean," Laura said seriously. "I know I don't know as much about these things as you four, but it seems to me, Dana, that the longer you put it off -- the more years that go by -- the harder it's going to be. You need to tell him how you feel before it's too late. Life's too short. After the year you've just had, you should know that better than anyone." "I think *you're* the wise, enlightened one here," Scully said to Laura. "How did you get so smart?" "Well, I am working on my master's in psychology," Laura said. "And just look who her older sister is," chimed Noelle. "Sure," said Scully "Fine," added Andie. "Whatever," Ellen finished, causing the table to erupt into laughter once again. Scully's friends had heard many times about Scully's weird weekend in Comity with Mulder and the overuse of that phrase between the two agents. Another song began blaring in the bar. "Oh, this is another of my selections!" Andie said. "Come on guys, it's time to teach Dana the new line dance." "Oooohhh nooo!" Scully said, shaking her head adamantly. "Ellen, you said no line dancing!!!" "So I lied," Ellen laughed. "Besides, Dana. You're the one who loves surprises!" "YEAH," the other three women chorused. "Come on, Dana," said Noelle. "The bar is practically empty. It'll be fun." "Oh, all right," Scully said. The women formed a line, led by Laura, who had taken line dancing classes in college. "This one is simple, guys -- it's called 'The Hangin' On' -- and this is Reba singing," Laura said. "Just follow my lead." >>Set me free, why don't you baby Get out of my life who don't you baby 'Cause you don't really love me You just keep me hangin' on You don't really need me You just keep me hangin' on.<< "Ooooo, I know *this* song," said Scully, getting into the dance moves. The five women strutted across the dance floor, keeping time with the music and belting out the chorus every time it would come up. "This dance is pretty simple," Andie said to Scully. "Yeah, it is," Scully replied. >>Why do you keep comin' around playin' with my heart Why don't you get out of my life And let me make a new start Let me get over you the way you've gotten over me Set me free why don't you baby Get out of my life why don't you baby 'Cause you don't really love me You just keep me hangin' on You don't really need me You just keep me hangin' on.<< The five women, who were lined up according to height -- Laura, Noelle, Ellen, Andie and Dana -- shuffled forward, then turned. They then placed their right foot forward, then their left foot next to the right, stepped the right foot forward, then the left again, and made a half turn to the right. They then repeated the steps, making a half-turn after each completion of the steps. "Yeee--haw," a male voice yelled at the women, causing them all to burst into laughter. >>You say although we broke up You still wanna be just friends But how can we be friends When seeing you only breaks my heart again? But your heart and soul need to be free Now that you got your freedom baby You wanna still hold on to me You don't want me for yourself So let me find somebody else Why don't you be a man about it And set me free You don't care a thing about me You're just using me So get out Get out Get out of my life And let me sleep at night 'Cause you don't really love me You just keep me hangin' on You just keep me hangin' on.<< As the song came to an end, the few patrons in the bar applauded the five women, who humbly took a bow. "Whew!" Scully said, a little winded, headed for her seat. "That *was* a lot of fun. Thanks, guys." "No problem," Laura said. "We *all* needed the exercise after that big meal!" "That's the truth," Andie agreed. As soon as all five women took their seats back at the table, a waitress came over with five more strawberry margaritas. "Compliments of the three gentlemen in the back," the waitress said, nodding toward the men. Scully turned with an embarrassed look on her face to look at the guys. The three men raised their glasses to her and her friends. All five women raised their glasses in return, took a sip, set the drinks back down -- and promptly burst out giggling. "I feel like I'm in college again," Scully said. "Well, here," said Ellen, pushing her glass toward Scully. "We're *not* anymore, and I still have to drive us home. You finish this." "Yeah, here Dana," Laura said, also pushing her drink towards Scully. "Have mine, too." "Are you guys trying to get me drunk?" Scully said, raising her right eyebrow once again. "No, just trying to lower your inhibitions," Andie joked. "Well, you're doing a good job," Scully laughed. "I would *never* dance like that in public otherwise! I guess I'm starting to get a good buzz." "Just be careful there, Dana," Ellen said, with a hint of concern. "I wouldn't want you to get sick after that big meal we just had." "Here Noelle," Scully said, pushing one of the margaritas toward her. "You and Andie share this one. I think four is all I can handle." "OK, little one," Noelle said, teasing. "Wouldn't want you to jump someone besides your partner tonight!" "You're on a roll tonight, aren't you Noelle?" Scully said, blushing. "She's the same as always," Andie said, poking Noelle in the side. "Hey, watch that girlfriend!" Noelle said to Andie. "You don't want a catfight on your hands, now do you?" "Oh yes, a girl fight!" Scully said, clapping. "Come on guys, for old time's sake." With that, Andie and Noelle began "pretend" slapping at one another at the same time and chanting "girl fight, girl fight," causing the entire table to explode in laughter once again. "You guys haven't changed one bit," Scully said, biting her lip, trying to control her laughter. "Hope we never do!" Andie said, laughing. The women sat sipping their drinks and gossiping about engrossing -- albeit mundane -- topics for a while. "Where has the time gone?" Ellen suddenly said, looking at her watch. "It's a quarter to 1!" "Tempus fugit!" Scully exclaimed loudly, raising some eyebrows around the table. "Time flies," she explained. "Oh ... uh ... yeah," Andie replied. "Well, I think we should call it a night, before all the *rest* of the drunks leave the bars and hit the highways." "Whose drunk?" Scully said, wondering why everyone at the table was looking at her. Everyone laughed once again. "I'm not drunk," Scully said in all seriousness. "I feel perfectly fine." "Well then, let's get you home that way," Ellen said. ##### "Thanks again for everything guys," Scully said, hugging each of her friends, as they stood in the parking lot next to their cars. "Don't mention it, Dana," Andie said. "Anything for you." "Yeah, Dana," Noelle agreed. "We all had a great time, too." "We need to do this again soon," Laura added. "You're right," Scully said. "Let's try to keep in touch more often, OK?" "You bet," Andie said. "You take care, Dana." "I will, you too, Andie ... Noelle ... Laura," Scully said. "I love you guys." "We love you, too, sweetie," Andie said, giving Scully another hug. "Yeah, Dana," Noelle said, hugging Scully again. "Now, keep us informed about the 'Mulder situation,' OK?" "Oh, I will," Scully said. "Bye Dana," Laura said, bending down and hugging Scully once again. "Alright ladies," Ellen said. "You *are* going to see her again, you know?" "Yeah," Scully said, trying to lighten the suddenly sappy mood. "I'm not going anywhere." "And we're all so glad," Andie said. "OK, ok, let's not fall down into weepy tears and depress Dana at the end of her birthday celebration," Ellen said. "How about we all start getting together for brunch once a month, everyone?" "Sounds great!" Scully said. "How 'bout I call all of you and let you know when and where, since I'm out of town so much." "Sounds fine with me," Andie said. "I'm never busy on Sundays." "Anytime after noon on Sundays is good for me," Laura said. "Me, too," said Noelle. "It'll give me a chance to sleep in." "Sunday afternoons it is," Scully said. "I'll call or e-mail everyone." After everyone agreed, the women climbed into their respective vehicles and headed for home. ##### Back on the interstate headed toward Annapolis ... "This was wonderful, Ellen," Scully said. "Thank you so much for getting everyone together for me." "It was my pleasure, Dana," said Ellen. "After all, what are best friends for?" Scully just smiled back at Ellen. They drove along in silence, while Scully's mind replayed the events of the evening. The words of one song in particular kept coming back to haunt her. "Ellen," Scully said, finally breaking the silence. "Yes?" "Who was it singing that song, 'All The Good Ones Are Gone'?" "That was Pam Tillis," Ellen said, glancing over at her friend with a compassionate look on her face. "Andie didn't mean to upset you." "Oh, it didn't upset me," Scully said. "Just really got me thinking. It's a good song, too." "Well then," Ellen said. "There's another song by Pam Tillis I've been wanting you to hear, but it was never the right time. I think this is, though." "What's the song?" "It's called 'The River and the Highway,' " Ellen said. "It has always reminded me of you and Mulder." "Well, let's hear it," Scully said. Ellen popped in "Pam Tillis' Greatest Hits" tape and turned on the radio. She had the cassette set on that very song, in anticipation of this evening. >>She follows the path of least resistance She doesn't care to see the mountain top She twists and turns with no regard to distance She never comes to a stop And she rolls, she's a river Where she goes, time will tell Heaven knows, he can't go with her And she rolls, all by herself All by herself.<< Scully looked over at Ellen, who was looking straight ahead. She started to say something, but the female singer continued, so she listened. >>He's headed for a single destination He doesn't care what's standing in his path He's a line between two points of separation He ends just where it says to on the map And he rolls, he's a highway Where he goes, time will tell Heaven knows, she can't go with him And he rolls, all by himself All by himself. And every now and then He offers he a shoulder And every now and then She overflows And every now and then A bridge crosses over It's a moment that every lover knows. And she rolls (and he rolls) She's a river (he's a highway) Where she goes (where he goes) Time will tell (she's a highway) Heaven knows, she can't go with him (he can't go with her) And she rolls, all by herself And he rolls, all by himself. Fare thee well.<< Scully thought to herself. "Ellen," Scully said pensively, as the song came to an end. "Yeah?" "Will you do me a favor?" "Sure." "Drop me off at Mulder's place instead of mine," Scully said. "Are you sure, Dana?" Ellen asked. "It's nearly 1:30 a.m., and his place is in the opposite direction of where we're headed." "I'm absolutely positive, if you don't mind and aren't too tired," Scully said. "I need to see him now, before I lose my nerve." "If you're FINALLY about to do what I think you are, then I'm *definitely* up for the drive," Ellen said, glancing over at Scully and smiling. "Now, where's that gift from Andie?" Scully said, taking off her seat belt and turning around to rummage through the back seat. "You go girl!" Ellen said, exhilarated for her best friend. ##### Alexandria, Virginia 2:20 a.m. "Good luck," Ellen said to Scully, dropping her off in front of Mulder's building. "Are you sure he's here?" "Yes," Scully said, pointing toward a blue Ford Taurus. "There's his car, and I see a light in his apartment window." "This late? Maybe he has company." "I don't think so," Scully said. "He has a lot of trouble sleeping." "Maybe you can remedy that," Ellen teased. "Ellen!" Scully said laughing, then added almost hesitantly, "maybe so!" "You got everything you need?" Ellen said. "Yeah, I put the teddy in my purse, and I have keys to his place," Scully said. "I just hope he's in the mood." "Men are *always* in the mood," Ellen joked. "Besides, Dana, he's been waiting for this for nearly six years, too. The guy is *crazy* about you." "Do you really think so?" Scully asked, sounding half-scared, half-excited. "I *know* so," Ellen said. "I can tell by the way he always looks at you. Now, go on before you freeze out here. I'll get the rest of your gifts to you this week." "OK," Scully said, leaning in the car window and giving her best friend a hug. "Thanks again, Ell ... for everything." "You're very welcome," Ellen said. "Have fun, Dana!" Ellen waited until Scully was inside the apartment complex before pulling away. Would she like to be a fly on the wall in Mulder's apartment tonight! ##### Mulder's Place Apartment #42 2:26 a.m. Scully nervously stood outside Mulder's door, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. she asked herself silently. She started to knock on the door, but decided to use her key instead. Scully opened the door slowly and peered in, trying not to make a sound. To her relief, Mulder was asleep on the couch, wearing black boxers and a gray T-shirt. The television was softly playing in the background. Scully shut the door behind her and tiptoed toward Mulder's bathroom. She knew he was a light sleeper. Once inside the bathroom, she hurriedly took off her jacket and clothes, put on the teddy, then put her jeans and sweater back on, as well as her socks. She put her bra and panties in her purse, exited the bathroom and placed her purse on the hallway floor next to her boots and jacket. she thought, taking a deep breath. She crossed the room on tiptoes once again, and seated herself on the edge of the couch next to him. Scully bent down and lightly kissed Mulder on the cheek. He stirred slightly, but didn't wake. She gathered up her courage, bent down again and kissed his other cheek. "Having trouble hitting your target?" Mulder murmured, not opening his eyes. Scully asked herself. She bent down again, this time planting a soft kiss directly on his mouth. She then pulled back slightly, her face just inches from his. "Scully?" Mulder whispered, finally opening his eyes. He saw her looking down at him and thought he must be dreaming -- a very good dream, at that. "What's going on? Is that *really* you?" "Yes, Mulder, it's me," she replied, looking at him sweetly. "Did I disturb you?" "Not at all," he said, trying to sit up. "Wait, Mulder," Scully said, putting her hand on his chest and pushing him back down. "Don't get up. I want to talk to you, and ... I, um, like you in this position," she added, almost seductively. Mulder looked at Scully, stunned at this new, almost audacious side to her. He laid back down immediately. "Scully, have you been drinking?" he asked, hoping what was happening was not something she was going to regret tomorrow. He wanted Scully more than anything, but he would never take advantage of her. "I had four margaritas, Mulder, but that was over a course of five hours, a big meal and line dancing," she said. "I'm perfectly sober and know *exactly* what I'm doing, if that's what you're worried about," she added, reading Mulder's thoughts, as always. "Line dancing? You, Scully?" Mulder asked, nearly laughing. "Yeah, believe it or not," she answered, chuckling softly. "Can we now get back to the matter at hand?" she asked, her tone becoming more serious. "Yes ma'am," he said, teasingly. "And don't call me ma'am." "Yes, Scully." "Call me Dana. This is personal, not professional." "OK Dana," Mulder said, getting serious, too. He picked up one of her hands in his. "Go on." Scully thought of being seductive again -- she was feeling somewhat seductive, but decided instead to be sincere, since this was a very serious step she was about to take with her partner and best friend. "Well, Mulder," she began hesitantly. "After spending this evening with some of my oldest and dearest friends ..." "Friends? I thought it was just you and Ellen." "Yeah well, Ellen got Andie, Noelle and Noelle's younger sister, Laura, together for my celebration," Scully explained. "The Four Musketeers together again? Plus one?" "Yeah, something like that," Scully said. "Anyway, after talking with my friends and contemplating my life at 34, I decided I wasn't very happy or satisfied with the way things are." "You're not?" Mulder asked tenderly, getting a worried look on his face. "I thought now that your cancer was in remission, now that the grief over Emily is lessening ... well, you've seemed pretty much back to your old self. I mean, in the past few weeks, it seemed as if things were almost back like they were ... like they *used* to be ... before." "Well, that's kind of what I mean," Scully explained. "I don't want things *exactly* like they were before." "You don't?" "Do you, Mulder?" "What do you mean?" "Do you want us to be just friends? I mean, I'll respect that and call a cab if that is what you want ... I'll try to forget this whole thing, but ..." "But what?" "But if you want more, too ..." "*Too*?" Mulder asked, a gleam of hope in his beautiful, hazel eyes. "Yes, *too*, Mulder," Scully replied, her own brilliant baby blues shining. "I don't want to be *just* friends anymore. You mean more than that to me. And ..." "And what, Dana?" "And I hope I mean more than that to you," she said, looking down at his chest. Mulder lifted her chin with his finger and looked deeply into her eyes. "Dana, I want you more than anything -- in every way. I have for a very long time, but have always been afraid to even *think* about crossing that line with you." "And now? How do you feel, Mulder?" "Seriously?" "Yes, seriously," Scully said. "Like ravaging you!" Scully laughed. "And loving you *forever*," Mulder added in a low tone. "Oh Mulder," Scully said, placing both hands on his chest. "I was hoping to hear that. I love you, too." She bent down and kissed him deeply. She then stood, pulled him to his feet and led him to the bedroom. Once they were both inside, Mulder shut the door behind them and turned to see Scully unbuttoning her sweater, revealing the sexiest green teddy he'd ever seen. "Come prepared, did we Agent Scully?" Mulder teased, walking across the room toward her. "An agent is *always* prepared for any situation," she laughed, tossing her sweater on the floor and pushing Mulder down on the bed. Mulder looked up at her and flashed a big smile. As Scully slowly laid down on top of him, lowering her head to kiss him once again, Mulder could have sworn her heard her murmur, "Who *says* all the good ones are gone?" #####FINIS##### --------------------------------- MULDER: "Scully." SCULLY: "Yes?" MULDER: "Marry me." -- "CHINGA" --------------------------------- The wonderful songs and singers used in this story include: "Till You Love Me" by Reba McEntire, "The Song Remembers When" by Trisha Yearwood, "All The Good Ones Are Gone" by Pam Tillis, "You Keep Me Hangin' On" by Reba McEntire and "The River and the Highway" by Pam Tillis. -------------------------------- Hope everyone liked this! Feedback greatly appreciated. Please! Please! Don't make me beg! OK ... so that was begging. Don't make me beg more!