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TITLE: That Time Again
AUTHOR: Christine Leigh
E-MAIL: leighch...@hotmail.com <mailto:leighch...@hotmail.com>
RATING: G
CATEGORY: V
KEYWORDS: Post-series
SPOILERS: None.
SUMMARY: Christmas 2010. Fifteenth in a series of
vignettes centering around Mulder and Will that may also be
read as a stand-alone. Thematically it is a sequel to
"Christmas Time is Here" from Christmas 2009.
DISCLAIMER: Aside from Kaylene, the characters are the
products of Chris Carter. They also belong to Ten-Thirteen
Productions and the Fox Network. No copyright infringement
intended.
That Time Again
by Christine Leigh
December 2010
"This one looks good."
"You don't think it's a little excessive?"
"Nah."
"No, you meant to say."
"No."
"It'll take a long time to put up, Will."
"Maybe we'll have help."
Mulder grins at Will, and then they both have a good laugh,
remembering the help they had with last year's tree. Mulder
pulls out his wallet. "All right then. This is our tree,
apparently. All 50 feet of it." In reality, about eight.
"Mom'll love it."
"Agreed." For this reason alone, the tree will be worth the
effort. "Let's see how soon we can have it delivered."
***
"It's even bigger inside, isn't it?"
"Christmas trees always look bigger indoors than out. It's a
universal invariant."
"Do we do the lights now?" Will knows this is what comes
next, and that Dad really doesn't enjoy the task. *Help*
would be good now.
"Why don't we have a snack first? I could go for a sandwich
before we commence with the hard labor."
"Peanut butter and honey." Will is growing up way too fast,
so his parents and grandmother say, but he's still a child when
it comes to his favorite sandwich.
"Turkey for me. Let's see what we can scare up." Mulder
glances at the box that holds the lights, and they then head for
the kitchen.
***
"How you can eat that sticky stuff, still, is beyond me Will.
Are you sure you don't want some turkey?"
Will nods emphatically. Definitely a no vote on the turkey.
His sandwich is complete, and he moves to the table. There's
nothing better than pb&h. Pb&j is fine, too, but he loves
the taste of just enough honey with his peanut butter.
Mulder brings two glasses and his sandwich to the table. He
goes back for milk and fills the glasses. They're set. It's a
fine feast.
"Did you ever have a tree this big when you were little?"
Mulder thinks about it. They always had a good-sized one,
but probably not quite this big. Of course, there came the
year when there was no tree.
"No, we didn't. It was usually as high as the ceiling, but our
ceiling in the living room wasn't as high as ours is here. At
least, as I recall. We always had a lot of lights, though. The
old-fashioned big ones, and multi-colored." Mulder missed
those old lights now that he thought back on it. They had
been using the mini-lights, all white, the last few years.
Maybe when they upgraded to LEDs they could try colored
ones. What is happening to him, he wonders, that he's getting
sentimental over Christmas lights?
"Tom's dad says that big lights get too hot. They used them
until two years ago."
"He's right. And they eat up the electricity." Mulder can hear
his father going on about that. Still, he can smell the
particular scent they gave off when mingled with pine. That
and the glow they cast in the darkened room with no other
lights on were the essence of Christmas when he'd been a
child. It was a fairyland. This thought triggered another
memory.
"When our tree was up and ready to go and the lights were
turned on for the first time, it was magical. And Samantha
thought so, literally. She insisted that Tinkerbell lived in the
tree." He smiled, somewhat wistfully, as he shared this
anecdote. Will is now the same age that Sam was when she
was taken. The Tinkerbell memory was from a few years
before that, but Mulder can see her, as though it had occurred
yesterday, talking to Tink in the Christmas tree. One never
saw Tink, but she *was* in residence for the duration of the
season. Where did Sam think she went when it was over?
Back to Neverland? In the book or in the movie? He
remembers watching the Mary Martin version of Peter Pan
that used to air regularly on TV, but doesn't recall if they'd
gone to see the Disney film at this point. They did have the
book. His mother had read it to him when he was five. She
must have read it to Sam at some point.
*Where did Tink go, Sam?*
*Where did you go?*
"Your tree was enchanted."
Mulder blinked and shook himself out of his reverie. Better
to be here than there. Life has brought him to a point where
he can appreciate how fortunate he is, almost always. He
nods in agreement with Will and makes a mental note to find
a copy of the book, if they don't have one on the shelf
already, to read to Kaylene.
"About finished, Mr. Sticky?" Will is actually a fairly neat
eater, and there's only one small smudge of evidence to the
contrary above his upper lip.
Will drains his glass. "Yep."
"Yes."
"Yes." Dad says he'll thank him some day for turning out
well spoken. Will mostly thinks of it as a game when Dad
corrects him. He received an A in spelling and grammar,
though, last year.
"Time to go make some magic. Or die trying. Think the
ladder will reach the top?"
"If it doesn't..." Will stops mid-sentence and thinks about it.
Last year they had help when they least expected it. Where
are the guys? Will really was counting on them turning up
again at just the right time again. That would be *now.* He
closes his eyes and gives a silent shout-out.
*Dude, I prefer jam with my peanut butter.* Langly.
"We have strawberry. I'll make you a sandwich." Will is
grinning. "I knew you'd come."
*Make that three sandwiches. I'll take honey on mine.*
Frohike.
"Three? I take it John is in the room?" Mulder queried.
*Indeed, I am. Jam, please.*
***
In the end or in the beginning, it could be either depending on
who is asked, enchantment rules.
For Will, who is unique. Not only inherently, but due to his
personal trio of friendly ghosts. He can't share this very
special friendship with anyone other than Dad and Mom and
he knows it sets him apart. But, in a good way.
For Mulder, who unlikely as it may be, some of the time
misses the only life he'd known for most of his life. The fact
of the guys' existence beyond the grave assimilating into the
world he now inhabits has created what he's come to think of
as his own perfect storm. Most days, though, the weather is
fair.
For Langly, Frohike, and Byers, who get the run of two
worlds. And a family in one.
***
"Dare we look?"
"I'll bet they did it."
The kitchen is emptied as are the plates and glasses strewn
across the table. It had been quite the party.
"Okay, let's go."
The hallway between the kitchen and the living room is short,
so the glow is visible almost immediately. There's something
else as well. Mulder is blinking furiously now. How did they
manage this?
"Dad, look."
"I see, Will." *I see.*
The tree is beautiful. The lights are many, and of many
colors.
"It smells good. What's that?"
"Christmas, Will."
*Christmas.*
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