TITLE: Love’s A Beach
SUMMARY: It’s Valentine’s Day…and Mulder’s ditched
CATEGORY: Vignette, casefile, MSR
ARCHIVE: Two weeks exclusive to IMTP’s VS11, and
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DISCLAIMER: Oh, please! Look, they’re NOT mine –
never were, never will be! I’m just giving them an
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complaints about where the show ended up going are
encouraged to be sent to them!
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Written for VS11’s Valentine’s Day
special. The Lithuanian and Norse myths mentioned do
exist…Wish I could claim to have come up with
those, but I can’t. 😦 I read it and just *had* to
make the M&S connection!
This is for GG7 – for being the first person to prod
me into writing!
LUVLITE LAKE, CONNECTICUT
FEBRUARY 13th, 2004
*This* was the best time for a stroll along the
Everyone was making their way home, the business was
winding down and the sun was setting. Quiet,
tranquil, and hers for the taking whenever she wanted
Yep: the best time for sure.
Of course, why they were even open for business in
February when it was freezing cold and the December
snow had barely thawed still befuddled her, but it
was her husband Olev’s decision and he owned the
place; it was best to let him just get on with it.
…If only, one day, he would make the time and get
his head out of the books long enough to share this
special walk with her… That didn’t look set to be
happening any time soon, though – not even with
Valentine’s Day just around the corner – so she
stopped at the water’s edge and let out a sigh in
appreciation of the fact that she could experience
this at all.
The moment of tranquillity quickly and unexpectedly
changed into one of confused shock, however, as the
clear blue lake turned a sickly shade of amber and
the small tide dispensed two objects shaped like
teardrops at her feet.
“It was her.”
Fox Mulder glanced up at the tanned, Dutch-accented
man that had just uttered the words, and then
The call had come on his cellphone from the Tolland
County sheriff at 5:12 this morning, and he had
almost turned it down… ‘Almost’ being the operative
word, of course. Fifteen minutes later he had left
the apartment and the peacefully slumbering Scully in
favour of solving this as soon as possible.
“Who? Your wife?” he queried, glancing out at the
expanse of golden water and then back at the man.
Olev Johansen gave a scoff of laughter and shook his
head. “No!” As quickly as it had departed, the
seriousness returned to his face. “The mermaid
lady,” he whispered for dramatic effect.
Mulder could be gullible…No, not gullible – more
‘open-minded’… about things, but even he had come
far enough to be able to give the man a skeptical
glance. He was just thankful his partner wasn’t here
to see it, otherwise she’d be either checking him for
a head injury or gloating with ‘I told you this case
was a waste of time!’
“I hear the mermaid lady’s story when I small boy…
I no believe… I still don’t. But be it her or
something else, I need my water back fresh – I lose
customers all time beach closed,” Olev explained.
“I-I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable
explanation, sir,” Mulder faltered, lowering his head
to stare at the two objects in the evidence bag that
he held. “And I’m sure we’ll be able to open the
beach before too much business is lost.” A pause,
and then, “But, about this mermaid: what’s the
So, he was curious! Was that such a surprise?
“In Baltic Sea, lady fall in love with fisher-man…but
that is pissing off Perkunas because it make the
water impure.” Johansen paused as he noticed the
dawning realization on the FBI agent’s face. He
wasn’t deterred from telling his story for long
though, and after a deep breath he continued, “So
fisher-man was killed with great bolt of lightning in
the palace, and mermaid lady was chained to ruins.
But it said she cry – she cry a lot for loss of
fisher-man, and her tears colour the sea… Maybe she
freed from palace and now she cry here…at my lake.”
“Mister Johansen, you’re talking about a myth
centuries old… Believe me, given many other
scenarios I would have every reason to think that a
myth may be connected to the crime… I just don’t
think it’s the case here.” What the hell was coming
out of his mouth!? Mulder quickly shut it before he
told the man he was crazy, and then crouched down to
collect a sample of the coloured water.
“You no think? It may be old story, but I think it
true…Melba agree, and she not often do that for
things she know I learn from my papa,” the tanned man
countered, combing a shaky hand through his greasy
hair. “I think it very likely – especially today of
Mulder capped the tube before shooting the man a
questioning glance. “Huh?”
“February 14th, of course!”
…And he had ditched Scully…
GEORGETOWN, WASHINGTON D.C
HALF AN HOUR EARLIER…
Dana Scully turned over and reached across the
bed…only to find the space beside her empty. Her
eyes immediately flung open and looked around the
room, but there was no sign of her partner.
Since he’d moved into her apartment three weeks ago
she had learnt a couple extra perks and quirks about
him that she never thought possible (after all,
they’d always spent so much time together whilst on a
case and in the rest of their personal time… What
made cohabiting so different?), but nine times out of
ten he was always there in the bed with her when she
awoke – always ready to prove to her again just how
much he really did love her, even though it would
make them late for work if he did.
Today they had the day off, and she was adamant on
the idea of making this Valentine’s Day work, with
neither of them ending up in hospital.
…Maybe he’d gone for a jog…
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Scully padded into
the living room and then the kitchen.
She quickly stepped back, though, as the image of his
running shoes next to the front door registered in
A search throughout the whole apartment and several
more sharp calls of his name turned up no Mulder.
However, another visual sweep of the living room
revealed the folded note on the coffee table.
Please don’t load your gun yet! I got a
call from the sheriff in Tolland County early this
morning about some lake changing color all of a
sudden… It sounds fairly simple, and I know you need
the rest so I didn’t want to wake you. I’ll solve it
and be home ASAP, unscathed – I promise.
Yours always, M’
The paper fell to the floor as the anger inside her
rose. She was going to kill him this time, for sure.
Ditching her was one thing, but in the morning and on
today of all days… A death sentence was definitely
After an unsuccessful attempt at calling his number,
she phoned the sheriff to gain all the information
she could (wishing she could kill him as well for
calling her partner out).
“Oh, yeah,” the voice down the line apologized. “I
didn’t think he’d mind – I’ve heard that that kind of
thing is what you investigate.”
“It is, Sheriff Gusmano, but we usually take
assignments via our assistant director,” Dana
seethed, barely able to contain the murderous rage
boiling in her veins. Of course Mulder wouldn’t
mind! She, on the other hand…
“All I can do is apologize, agent. As it is I’ve
been trying to contact your partner to apologise for
wasting his time an–”
“Wasting his time?”
“Well, yeah… We found out the cause of the colour-
change in the Johansens’ lake, and it ain’t anything
paranormal, I can assure you,” Gusmano explained.
“I’ve been trying to pass the information on to your
partner, but he’s not answering his phone. I was
just about to drive out there when y–”
“No, don’t worry about doing that,” she suddenly cut
in – a plan forming in her mind. This would be the
perfect chance to punish him for ditching her!
“Where did you say he was again?” She could turn up
and then watch his face as she debunked whatever
crazy theory he had concocted with the sheriff’s
“Luvlite Lake Beach and Boat Club.”
“Thanks. Thank you very much.”
As Olev Johansen made his way up the decked stairs to
look for his wife, Mulder sat down in the rental car,
booted up his laptop and then – with a couple of
clicks – opened the ‘Myths And Legends’ program
Scully had given him two Christmases ago.
“Ah, Scully, you know what I like,” he grinned (as he
had then), typing ‘Baltic Sea – Perkunus’ into the
When the results brought back an alternate spelling
and two listed articles, he opened the first and
begun to read.
Needless to say, it was pretty much exactly what the
Dutchman had described to him.
At the bottom of the page, however, was printed the
sentence ‘Recalls myth of Freya – the Norse goddess
of Love and Fertility – who cried tears of amber into
the sea after losing her husband, Odur’. Immediately
he typed that name into the program, and was reading
the almost identical tale when the sound of
approaching footsteps caught his attention.
“Melba is okay… She speak to you now,” Johansen
awkwardly smiled, resting a hand on the top of the
open car door.
Mulder gave an appreciative nod and then followed the
man up to the clubhouse.
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 14th, 2004
Two and a half hours, three cups of coffee and one
bathroom break later Mulder moved back out to the
beach no nearer to solving this case than he had been
when he’d first arrived. Melba Johansen had seen
nothing, the trees that surrounded the small building
showed no signs of UFO activity, and the only theory
he had to work with was the myth of a grieving
Pretty standard X-File, then…
With a defeated sigh, he glanced down at his watch.
Two o’clock… Scully would have concocted a perfect
torture plan for him by now – heck, she’d have come
up with it five seconds after reading his note! He
couldn’t really blame her – forgetting Valentine’s
Day and ditching her aside, he had then worsened the
situation by not bothering to call her.
He reached into his jacket pocket for his phone, only
to find it not there.
“You seem to have this habit of leaving things
behind: Unlocked car, laptop, cellular
Mulder looked up to see Scully standing against the
front of his car with her arms folded across her
chest and the stern expression on her face that could
kill a thousand men on the spot in a heartbeat.
“Scully… Hey!” That’s it, Mulder, play it cool.
“When did you get here?” Approaching, he smiled –
trying to let his happiness to see her outweigh the
fear of what she was going to do to him.
Dana stood still, watching his tall frame as he
stopped directly in front of her. She was still
angry with him, but as she stared at his face and
noticed the guilt it unsuccessfully tried to hide
from her, it was a difficult internal battle to stay
“I think the words you’re looking for are ‘I’m sorry
I ditched you yet again, Scully. What can I do to
make it up to you?'” came her cold response.
“Mulder, one of these days you’re gonna learn you
can’t chase after every little case that drops in
your lap, and that I don’t particularly like being
left behind – without warning – on one of our rare
days off,” Scully asserted – arms unfolding and both
hands moving to rest against her hips.
“I’m sorry, Scully. Really, I am – I did leave you a
note to let you know where I’d gone…” came his
hesitant defence. “But we could be witness to a myth
“No, we’re not, and other than coming to kick your
ass to Kingdom Come, I’m here to let you know that
your work here is done – there is no case.”
“The water suddenly turned amber! Of course there’s
a case, and I think it’s connected to an old Norse
“Believe me, Mulder, there is no X-File here.”
Scully’s features softened and she outstretched a
hand to gently touch the end of his jacket sleeve.
Sometimes she hated having to tell him that there was
a rational explanation because of all the hard work
he put in – no matter how big a jerk he could be.
“Sheriff Gusmano got word of the real answer you’re
looking for and has been trying to pass it on to
you…but guess who left their phone on silent and in
the car?” The all-too-familiar raised eyebrow
“You have the answer?”
She smiled triumphantly as the crestfallen expression
on his face deepened. “Ohhh yes… But you’re not
going to like it.” The hand on his arm raised to
rest on his shoulder and then turn him so he was
looking out at the water. “See that building beyond
the trees on the other side of the lake?” Her other
hand outstretched to point at the dark spot on the
horizon, and he nodded. “It’s a waste disposal
Mulder’s shoulders abruptly slumped and his head
snapped round to stare at her.
“Yesterday there was an unexpected leak and somehow
it all overflowed into the Johansens’ beautiful lake
– contaminating the water,” Dana continued. “That’s
why the water suddenly changed colour. But the
sheriff wasn’t handed the incident report until about
the same time you were flying to Logan.”
It was the most logical thing he’d heard thus far,
but still Mulder didn’t want to believe her, so he
quickly reached into the car and pulled out the
evidence he’d collected. “Well, what are these
then?” he enquired, holding up the bag with the two
teardrop-shaped objects in.
“Uh…” Scully paused and had to break eye contact
briefly. “Mulder, what did you used to do with your
fish when they died?”
“I flushed th– They’re not, are they?”
A nod of her head and the bag sharply fell from his
“So, this…?” He presented the plastic tube to her,
then removed the lid and lifted it to his nose to
sniff the yellow liquid. A second later disgust
washed over his face and he quickly emptied the
contents out onto the sand at his feet. “Jeez… I
really…I really screwed up this time, didn’t I?”
Scully shook her head and reached for his hand – her
anger a memory she was okay to put aside at least
until later. “When don’t you?” she smiled. “It’s
what makes you unique, though – you mess up so many
times, but you still fight for what you believe in,
survive and beat the bad guys. As annoying as you
can be, I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
“But I ruined today…I ruined your Valentine’s
“Very true, and I will make you pay for doing that,
as well as for ditching me. But the day is still
young, there’s still plenty of time for you to buy me
something…” A pause to flash him a mischievous
grin. “…And maybe we can hunt down a decent
restaurant to go to before flying back.”
“In podunk Connecticut?” Mulder groaned.
“It’s worth a try, isn’t it?”
He nodded as she gave his hand a squeeze. “Okay.
I’ll just go tell the Johansens I’m leaving.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
He was just moving back towards the clubhouse when
her voice suddenly called out, “Besides, you forgot,
Mulder, that you need me around to help you find the
He turned, smiled, gave a nod of his head and mouthed
the word ‘Always’ before continuing on his way.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER
Having had her patience stretched to breaking point,
Scully was briskly walking toward the clubhouse when
her partner suddenly re-appeared.
“Sorry about that, Scully, but I do come bearing good
news and a plan to make this day worthwhile,” he
“You’d better,” she grunted in reply.
He looked hurt at her lack of belief in him (even
though he knew at the same time that he’d given her
no reason to have otherwise), but boldly continued,
“Have you got the overnight bag in the trunk?”
“Just bear with me: obviously the Johansens have
gotta shut the place down ’til the lake’s been
completely decontaminated, and they’ve made plans to
disappear for a few days… So, I kinda asked them if
we could stop here – just for tonight – and they
happily gave me the keys to the place. Even gave me
directions to a nice dining spot a couple miles
away.” Mulder paused and smiled at the mixture of
happiness, shock, love and confusion he saw in her
eyes. “What d’ you think?”
Think? She had to *think*?! She couldn’t even
speak! Yet again his tenderness and desire to always
make sure she was happy overwhelmed her. At the back
of her mind she vaguely remembered that she should be
angry with him, but that was too distant a memory to
care about right now.
“Scully? Did I screw up again?”
“Whuh–? Mul– No! No…No, you didn’t. Are you
sure they’re okay with that? I mean, you didn’t tell
them we’re FBI partners, did you? Because if word
“Yes they are okay with that, and no I didn’t tell
’em you were my work partner – give me some credit,
g-woman. I told ’em I have this beautiful girl that
I’m dating but always take far too much for granted,
and that I’d forgotten it was Valentine’s Day so I
wanted to make it up to her…” He paused and a
devillish grin lit his face as he added, finally,
“And then I held them both at gunpoint and demanded
they hand over the keys or I’d shoot–”
“What? That’s what you wanted to hear, isn’t it?”
Dana shook her head, reached up onto tiptoe to kiss
his cheek and then wrapped her arms around him. “So,
“I got the map here… Why don’t we go grab a meal?”
“Yes please – I haven’t eaten since last night and
“So am I, but how about we save that for after?”
A playful slap on his arm from her, a hearty laugh
from him and then together they made their way toward
his parked car.
“Come with me down to the beach.”
Mulder looked down at Scully, who had suddenly tugged
at his hand as he was about to ascend the path to the
clubhouse. Already this evening had proven to be one
he would remember always thanks to the meal they had
just shared. The prospect of walking the beach in
the moonlight with the woman he loved so much was an
added bonus he hadn’t stopped to consider.
“Come on,” she persisted with a breathy whisper.
“Scully, the water’s full of piss and shit!”
“So are you a lot of the time, but I still kiss you!”
To prove her point she reached up and pressed her
lips against his (the mixture of her desire and the
wine she’d consumed at the restaurant immediately
intoxicating his senses). “Come on,…We don’t have to
go near the water. I just…I just wanna walk along
the beach with you.”
Nothing more needed to be said, and he happily
Ten minutes later they were settled on the sand –
Scully sitting between Mulder’s spread legs and
resting back against his chest.
“I had come up with about a hundred different ways to
torture you for ditching me this morning, you know,”
she sighed as his arms encircled her.
“Mm… I’d guessed as much… What were the chief
“Making you clean my apartment from top to bottom for
a month, singing to you, making you learn to rinse
your mouth out with water when you’ve cleaned your
teeth instead of coffee – although I’m planning on
working with you on that one anyway, so don’t get too
cocky… Uh, inviting Bill ’round for dinner and
making you stay…”
“Wow, I’m glad I got you drunk instead so that you
forgot you had to be angry with me!” he chuckled,
resting the side of his head against hers. “I don’t
think I could have survived that much punishment!”
The humour quickly faded away and a thick layer of
tense silence smothered them for a moment. Finally,
though, his hold on her increased and he whispered
against her ear, “I don’t like leaving you behind,
Scully. As you said yourself, I need you by my side
if I’m ever to find the answers professionally or
privately. But when I got the call from the sheriff
this morning I just couldn’t say no, even though it
seemed a waste of time. It killed me to have to
leave you behind, but I thought you could do with a
little rest, and I didn’t wanna pull you out to the
middle of nowhere for another pointless case… Not
that I’m saying I knew it was just gonna be two
petrified fish and a lake full of the county’s toilet
“I know. Let’s just forget it and enjoy what’s left
of today.” One of Dana’s hands reached up and
stroked down his cheek as he kissed her earlobe.
“Jurate,” came his deep sigh.
“I was just thinking about Jurate – the mermaid
Mister Johansen told me about – I read up about her
on that CD-ROM you gave me for Christmas. Apparently
she had originally gone to visit Kastytis – a
fisherman who was hunting in her kingdom – to stop
him fishing, but she fell deeply in love with him
instead… I was thinking about how much you remind
me of her… I mean, you were sent to debunk me, but
instead you worked *with* me and helped me. And
when, when They realised Their mistake, They tried
everything to separate us.” Mulder swallowed and his
eyes slipped shut as he remembered the day she had
walked through his office door for the very first
time. “You became my everything, though – my
world…dependable, held together and always so
After a heartbeat or two to let his words sink in,
Dana cleared her throat and then twisted in his arms
so that she could stare at him. “You’re forgetting
something, though, Mulder,” she whispered, never
breaking eye contact.
“Didn’t that story finish badly?”
“Yeah. A sea goddess in love with a mortal was
frowned upon, so–”
“Shhh,” she cut him off, placing her cool fingers
against his lips. A little shuffling, a few more
twists and she was kneeling in front of him – her
hands resting on his neck. “How about we create our
own myth…and give it a happy ending?”
He was beaming from ear to ear as he leaned forward
and they shared a passionate kiss. “I think I like
that idea a lot, Dr. Scully,” he breathed.
“And how about we sit here for a few more minutes and
then go inside?”
“How about we just stay out here under the safety of
It was Scully’s turn to grin, and she did so as she
nodded her agreement and then moved to sit down in
front of him yet again.
Not long after, they showed each other how much they
appreciated what they had together every day of the
year – not just today – under the watchful eyes of
Even the goddesses of the sea stopped crying to
‘Don’t wake me up
If I should be dreaming
I don’t wanna miss
One minute of this dream’
-‘Oceans Away’ by G. Pitney
To those I promised MT to: sorry! It seemed much
more fun contained
in Scully’s mind…if not just better for the story
🙂 Whether you
liked it or not, though, I’d love to read your views
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!