Halloween Memories

Title: Halloween Memories

Author: Waddles52

Summary: Scully and Mulder hand out treats and share

Halloween memories.

Rating: G

Category: MSR

Disclaimer: Just for fun. Not for profit.

Archives: IMTP VS 10 Halloween challenge

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Mulder walked into the basement office just as Scully

hung up the phone, a concerned look on her face.

“Scully?” Mulder questioned. “Is everything all

right?”

“Oh, Mulder, I didn’t hear you come in. That was Mom

on the phone. One of her friends broke her leg and

she’s going to Norfolk for a few days to help out.

She’s asked us to stay at her house tomorrow night,”

Scully reported as she straightened some papers on

the desk.

“What’s so special about tomorrow night?” Mulder

inquired as he hung his coat on the back of his chair

and began rolling up his shirtsleeves.

“It’s Halloween.”

“Ah, I see. She doesn’t want the neighborhood

monsters to soap her windows and throw rotten eggs at

her door,” Mulder grinned.

“Do you blame her?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Scully. What kind of candy is she

giving out?”

Scully made a face. “She usually hands out several

varieties, and she doesn’t buy the cheap stuff if

that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Good. We wouldn’t want to disappoint the little

trick or treaters by handing out those icky, sticky

peanut butter kisses, would we?” Mulder teased.

“You’re only concerned with what kind of candy might

be left over to feast on,” Scully accused.

“No, I’m just remembering what kind of candy I liked

to receive in my trick or treat bag,” he said

wistfully.

“Mulder, if you help me finish this backlog of paper

work so that we can be there tomorrow night, I will

personally guarantee that your trick or treat bag

will contain only the best and the kisses won’t be

wrapped in black or orange paper,” Scully promised.

“Sounds like a deal to me.”

The next evening Scully unlocked the front door of

Maggie Scully’s house and began turning on the

lights. Mulder followed her in and put their

overnight bags down by the sofa.

Scully made her way into the kitchen with Mulder

following close behind. There was a note on the

kitchen table along with four bowls of candy and two

small trick or treat bags.

Scully read the note and then turned to Mulder. “Mom

left a casserole and some cider in the fridge. She

also fixed each of us a trick or treat bag,” she

nodded toward the bags, “And those four bowls of

candy are for the trick or treaters.”

Mulder had already dug into his bag and was laying

out his treats on the table. “Scully, your mom is

amazing. Tell her thanks and how did she know all of

my favorite candies?”

“Mulder, I have no idea, other than she seems to have

a sixth sense about those things. Why don’t you

change into something more comfortable while I get

dinner started? The trick or treaters start pretty

early around here.”

Scully was loading the dishwasher when the first

trick or treaters rang the doorbell. Mulder rushed

to open the door and was greeted by a group of nine

and ten year old boys dressed in an assortment of

costumes from bums to Star Wars characters.

“Trick or treat. Smell my feet. Give me something

good to eat! If you don’t, I don’t care. I’ll pull

down your underwear!” they exclaimed in unison, then

broke up in gales of laughter.

Mulder chuckled. “The more things change, the more

they stay the same.” He remembered the familiar

chant from his own childhood.

The boys crowded each other as Mulder began dropping

candy in their bags. “Hey, guys. Take it easy!

There’s plenty for everyone.”

When he finished, the boys said a quick thank you and

hurried on to the next house.

Mulder and Scully spent the next two hours handing

out candy and oohing and aahing over the many

different costumes. Only a few stragglers were left

and the candy was almost gone. They sat on the front

porch steps and watched as a girl and her younger

brother tried to catch up with their two older

siblings.

“That looks like Charlie and me,” Scully laughed.

“Really?”

“Yep. Bill and Melissa were always running ahead of

us, trying to lose us. One year it had been raining

and the grass was really wet. I was probably about

eight or nine. Charlie was getting tired and was

dragging his treat bag behind him. We finally caught

up to Bill and Melissa and went home. Charlie was

pretty surprised when he got home and discovered the

bottom of his treat bag was gone and all of his candy

had spilled out.”

“Poor guy. What happened? I’ll bet you split your

treats with him.”

“Not willingly. Mom took our bags and dumped all of

the candy into one big pile on the floor. She

divided it four ways until we all had an equal amount

of candy. Bill and Missy got into big trouble for

running off and leaving us. The next year we all

carried plastic pumpkins for our treats.”

“Your mom is pretty wise,” Mulder told her.

“She had to be with four bratty kids and Dad away at

sea most of the time. Do you have any Halloween

memories, Mulder?”

“A few. Most of the time we were stuck at some

grown-up party. They would make a big fuss over our

cute costumes, shove some candy at us and then ignore

us for the rest of the evening.”

“I’m sorry, Mulder.”

“We did get to go trick or treating every now and

then and I was a lot like Bill and Melissa. I didn’t

want my kid sister tagging along. I wanted to go out

with my pals and see what kind of mischief we could

stir up. The year I turned twelve was one of those

years. Mom wasn’t feeling well so I had to take

Samantha out. Mom made a deal with me. Just take

her out for an hour and then I could catch up with my

buddies. We started out before it was really dark.

Samantha was a fairy princess and I was Mr. Spock,

ears and all. I was in such a hurry to get it over

with that I literally drug her from house to house.

Of course, she fell and skinned her knees and spilled

her candy. I helped her up and gathered her treats.

I felt so badly about causing her to fall that I took

her home and gave her most of my candy. I even

agreed to a tea party with her dolls. I never did

catch up to my friends. If I’d known that was to be

our last Halloween . . .”

“Mulder, stop,” Scully ordered. “Let me ask you

something. Did Samantha enjoy herself?”

“Eventually, after I got her knees bandaged and

suffered through that tea party she said it was her

best Halloween ever.”

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yeah. I guess I did. Samantha was really pretty in

her fairy princess costume and the tea party wasn’t

that bad. I guess it was our best Halloween ever.”

“Then you have a wonderful memory to treasure.”

“Yes, I do. Thank you for helping me to realize

that, Scully.”

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “That’s

one Halloween kiss that I owe you. I’m going to warm

up some of that cider. Why don’t you start a fire

and we can sit in front of it with our cider and you

can collect a few more of those kisses that I owe

you,” Scully suggested.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Mulder answered as

he helped Scully to her feet.

They went into the house. Scully headed for the

kitchen while Mulder began putting logs in the

fireplace. He worked with a big smile on his face as

he thought of the new Halloween memories he and

Scully would make tonight.

The End

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