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characters are property of David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson, Chris Carter,
Ten-Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting Corporation.  They are used
without permission and no copyright infringement is meant.

The song is Lennon/McCartney, the performers are the Beatles.  I borrowed.

Any elements not recognized as being taken from the show copyright
Christina Shuy. 

Comments and other things sent to cshuy@netcom.com are much appreciated. 

Rating:  G, MSR, no spoilers
Summary: Weird things are happening... but there *has* to be a reason...

Okay, this one is being posted on 10/13/97 for a reason.  Mind you, when
I'm posting it, I'm not quite yet in 10/13, but most of the rest of the
world *is*, so... =)

The Beatles Files:  "Birthday"
by Christina Shuy
cshuy@netcom.com

     Fox William Mulder was having a *really* bad day.  He'd been late to
work, then realised he'd misplaced his keys and therefore there was no way
of getting into his office... well, his and his partner's.  He was feeling
somewhat hopeless and trying to keep from throwing a total fit of
frustration.
     "Fox... calm down!" came Dana Scully's voice from a distance.
     "I told you... I even made my PARENTS call me Mulder!" he almost
cried.  The situation wasn't making much sense, but what was worse was
that he seemed to be stuck in a mindset which was five years old... one
which he'd long since passed and grown out of... including the part about
allowing no one to call him by his first name.

  "You say it's your birthday
   It's my birthday too--yeah
   They say it's your birthday
   We're gonna have a good time
   I'm glad it's your birthday
   Happy birthday to you."

      The lyrics of a song caught his attention.  Unfortunately, then, the
next feeling he had was the urge to hit his head against the office door
and perhaps start crying.  His day was starting off atrociously.
      Things were going from bad to worse since he was feeling as though
he had lost his best friend... and also someone who meant more to him than
that.
      "Scully... oh, God, Scully..."

    *

October 13
10:45am

      "Scully?  Where are you, Scully?" Mulder thrashed around in his sleep. 
      "Fox... sweetheart, please wake up... you're scaring me."
      Dana Scully's voice again.  She sounded afraid.
      There was a jolt and he found himself suddenly awake, and in the
arms of Dana Katherine Scully. 

  "Yes we're going to a party party
   Yes we're going to a party party
   Yes we're going to a party party."

     The words of a song on the radio made him realise something... 
Dreams are a pain in the ass sometimes.  But they also serve to remind you
of things you almost forgot.

  "I would like you to dance--Birthday
   Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-Birthday
   I would like you to dance--Birthday
   Dance"

      "S-s-scully?" he croaked, not sure of where his voice would be, and
also afraid she was a dream.
      "Yes, Mulder.  I'm right here.  What's wrong?  You've been
      screaming." "I love you..." "I love you too... and Happy Birthday."
      "Wha...?" "You didn't think I'd forget that it's your birthday, did
      you?" "Well, um... no... though I must admit I nearly did." She
      smiled warmly at him. "I'm glad you picked this morning to come 
home from your solo assignment.  I missed you." 

  "You say it's your birthday
   Well it's my birthday too--yeah
   You say it's your birthday
   We're gonna have a good time
   I'm glad it's your birthday
   Happy birthday to you."

       "I missed you too." he answered as the last strains of the song
were cut off by the sleep timer on the radio ran out of time.
       "Now... you mentioned something about Skinner giving us the day off
and wanting to spend the rest of the day on the coast?  I think we can
still make it if we hurry."
       "How long have we been napping?"
       "A few hours... come on, sleepyhead, let's go..." she smiled.
       "Okay!  I get dibs on the shower!  I've been travelling all night."
       As she watched the man she loved with her very soul, she laughed.  
He could be the silliest person at times, and that was part of the reason
she loved him.
       Happy birthday, indeed.

-End?-