From rhonilak@icontech.com Mon Mar 31 19:35:30 1997 Subject: NEW:(1/1)Endless Knot From: Rhondda Lake -------- Disclaimer: Me no own. CC own. Me poor. Me no get money for this. Please no sue me. Crossover alert: some old friends from WATCHED are back... Rating: G Dogged Determination Interlude IV: Endless Knot By Rhondda Lake Dear Journal, Hi there. Much to write, little time. For posterity I officially acknowledge that you, dear journal, are a gift from Dana. She gave you to me exactly four hours ago at the small dinner at her mom's house for 'the party'. Not much is going by tradition for this shindig but the party dinner was. That Mrs. Scully is a mean cook. Anyway, Dana thought I might like to keep a journal, after seeing that Connie had. Not a bad idea. Dana is a lot more sentimental than most people think. But don't tell her I wrote that or she'll kill me. Tomorrow is the big day. I'm as nervous as I would be if it were MY day. Jeesh, I wonder if formaldehyde ruins the nerves? Dad told me about the 'special guests'. At first I thought he was pulling my leg. How gullible is that Jamison kid anyway? But he was SERIOUS. Oh well. I'll write tomorrow. XXX WOW! Hard to focus all the giddiness at once. OK, Hope, step by step. They didn't want a church. Dad is agnostic. Hey God, help me convince him you're up there will you? He's a tough case. Anyway, they chose the Helen Avalynne Tawes garden. Because it was beautiful, and outdoors and their special guests could attend. They chose the natural cathedral of the forest section as the exact place. I got to be a bridesmaid. Just two of us. Me and the maid of honor. We wore those new female tuxedo things. I think that was a bow to the maid of honor who threatened to kill something if she was gonna have to wear something pink and frilly. I think Jackie was serious, too. The bride wore white. A white pantsuit, that is. Her bouquet was wild flowers and a single white rose tucked behind her ear was her only hairpiece. She was perfect that way. The bride's mother gave her away. Different, but touching. Dad looked like he was gonna swallow a fish from the start. No tuxes for him, either. Nice gray Armani. But he did wear a plain gray striped tie. See God, I knew you were up there. Thanks for the gift of a tasteful tie. The ceremony was semi-traditional spoken by both a priest and Orenda Brant. Dana's family priest I'm pretty sure. I met Orenda, just before the ceremony. Dad had told me about her. She sure didn't ACT blind. I swear she was staring at me half the time. She told me I had strong protective totems. Ooookkkk, whatever. She showed up being led by one of the 'special' guests. This one's name was Babes. Beautiful animal. But one look into her eyes and I believed every word Dad said. There was a soul looking back at me. One as self aware and as intelligent as I was. See Dad, I TOLD you she wouldn't lie about having brothers. At least that's who I THINK those redhead guys next to her mom were. Skinner was there, looking uncomfortable and supportive all at once. Then there was Harry Baker and Buster. From what Dad said it was Buster who made this whole day possible. So at the informal reception I walked up to him and gave him a big kiss on the lips. My first witness to what they could do was when he typed "I'M A MARRIED DOG," on his laptop. Only a handful there didn't know, but he typed it in an out-of-the-way corner, and I don't think anyone noticed. Oh yeah, back to the guest list... the three stooges. I lucked out. Poor Jackie had to make the return trip on Frohicke's arm. I think it was a perverse joke played on them both my Dad and Dana. At least I got Byers. He looks to be the most normal of that crew. He even dances pretty well. Langly wasn't in the wedding party because he refused to wear a suit for any reason. Somehow I'm relieved. After the words were spoken they exchanged rings. Dad picked them. Very nice. The pattern was the Celtic endless knot. Forever looping and entwining, complex yet simple. Eternal. Dana is Irish, and I know she appreciates it. Dad's more sentimental than most give him credit for, too. The small reception was buffett style. Small gathering of friends more then a real party. Music played on a boom box, no DJ. But it was beautiful, because it was for them. OK I'm a sentimental sap, journal. Yup, Ms. HighIQ med student loves happy endings, or happy beginnings. From the moment I saw them together I knew Dad and Dana belonged with one another. I don't see that as a betrayal of Connie, either. To be honest from what I've learned of Connie, she wouldn't have made a good life match with Dad. She was too passive, too easily led. Journal, have you noticed my tendency to run off on tangents yet? Get used to it. My mind is a disorganized clutter. The wedding went off without a hitch and a good time was had by all. Dad and Dana danced a lot, and Dana had to toast with ginger ale, but that was ok, even sweet. Oh you noticed I've taken to calling Mulder Dad, have you? Well, we both grew up. I feel I owe him for the hateful things I've said in the past and he feels he owes me alot more. He is you know. My Dad. He will never replace my Daddy, that name is reserved for Robert Jamison alone. But he's trying his damndest to be there for me. To just be. I gotta respect that. And I even like him, when he's not being a jerk. He better treat Dana right, though. If he doesn't, what little bit Dana leaves behind will be torn apart by Jackie and me. They flew off to New Orleans shortly after the reception for a week long honeymoon. They settled on New Orleans cause Dad refused to go to Disney Land and Dana refused to go to Memphis. Oh well, gotta go. Long day. Bet Dad and Dana have a longer night planned. (mental slap for naughty thoughts) end---