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scullys-scalpel · 1 year ago

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THE house

Another short fic. In between s9 and IWTB

Three years have gone by since Mulder and Scully had been on the run. They never stayed in a place for too long, afraid there was still an ongoing search for them.

Finally they caught a break. Skinner phoned Scully to tell her there was no longer a search to worry about and as long as Mulder made no attempt to enter the J.Edgar Hoover building.

This news excited Scully. Over the years she yearned for stability. She wanted to return to medicine, to cook in her own kitchen, and to have a home with Mulder.

“Mulder, Skinner called to say we can stop running” Scully said through a smile with a single tear running down her left cheek.

Mulder had a thousand thoughts running through his head but all he could say was “So is the basement off limits or is that too much of an ask?”

This made Scully chuckle, “Since you mentioned it, that’s the one request the FBI made is that you are not allowed on the premises.”

“I had no intentions of stepping foot on those grounds Scully, I just wanted to see you laugh.”

“You know Mulder I have known about this for a few days and wanted to surprise you. I made an appointment to go look at home that I think would be perfect for the two of us.” Scully said as she pulled Mulder closer to her.

“And I was just getting to like this motel” Mulder said as he placed a soft kiss upon Scully’s lips.”

*A week later they met the realtor at the soon to be known unremarkable house*

“Scully this doesn’t seem like the type of home you would pick out for us.” Mulder said as he drove their SUV up the unpaved driveway.

“Sure it is Mulder,” she said grabbing his hand and placing a kiss.

“Remember when you said if you were to settle down you’d live in a place away from the city, a place where you do not have to lock your doors, no faxes, modems, or cell phones.”

“I can’t believe you remember that Scully,” Mulder said squeezing her hand tighter, a toothy smile on his face.

“I remember Mulder and I want the same thing” Scully says as she releases her seatbelt.

The realtor is waiting for them in the porch, “You’re both really going to love this home. It may need some updating, but with the land it sits on and the size of the home it’s quite a deal.” The realtor says shaking both Mulder and Scully’s hands, introducing themselves.

The home is the perfect size for them. It's white with a roof that appears to be in good condition, and a wrap around porch, perfect reading the paper and drinking coffee.

They enter the home and a flood of emotions runs through them both as they imagine their future life here. They don’t express it verbally but the smiles laid across their faces tell it all.

As they tour the home Mulder finds a room he knows would be perfect for his office, he has already picked the wall the wants to place an I Want To Believe poster. They are both pleased by the sizes of the kitchen, living room, and master bedroom.

There is an extra room located at the top of the stairs they know would be perfect for a child.

Neither of them acknowledge what the other is thinking. They haven’t spoken of William much over the years. The pain and guilt is almost to much to for either one of them to bear.

Sensing the emotions silently flooding out of both of them, Mulder pulls Scully towards him. Placing a kiss on her forehead. “ Scully I think this house is made just for us,” Mulder says trying to distract them both from thoughts about William.

“Me too,” Scully says. “I saw a Catholic Hospital in town. Our Lady of Sorrows, I believe was the name. I would really enjoy practicing medicine again” she tell him.

They both meet up with the realtor downstairs, who was giving them their space to tour the home.

“We would like to make an offer,” Mulder says.

#the x files #dana scully #fox mulder #a small William mentioned #the unremarkable house #my fic #im trying lol #im not the most eloquent and i have a hard time translating my ideas #another cell phone publication lol #im sure there are typos 🙃#msr #xf fic

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tenaciouspostfun · 1 year ago

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If you are looking for a fun musical Rock & Roll Man is for you. At the New World Stages Gary Kupper, Larry Marshak and Rose Caiola have written a fun show about Alan Freed, the man credited with inventing the term Rock & Roll from the vast R & B singers of the 1950's and 60's.

The musical is somewhat informative about the Cleveland DJ who refused to have the new music of that era silenced. Freed would end up drinking himself to death. Although it wasn't made really clear in the play, Freed was a womanizer, cavorted with gangsters, Joe Pantoliano as Morris Levy ( Pantoliano would double as Leo Mintz, a record store owner).

As Alan Freed, Constantine Maroulis sings and dances his way into the audiences hearts. With a spunky cast and set(Tim Mackabee), and gitchy but insightful costumes (Leon Dobkowski) and backing both of these two spectacles is superb lighting by Matthew Richards and Aja M. Jackson. Freed is able to tell his story about how he brought Little Richard (Rodrick Covington), Valisia Lekae as VaVern Baker, Dominique Scott as Jerry Lee Lewis and many more to the big stage and gave them plenty of air time, even toured with them. It was Freed that took the time, the chance, giving these great artists a shot at the big time.

Eventually Freed would come to New York City radio (WINS) and would meet Levy, a promoter, nightclub owner (Birdland) and gangster. This would lead to many problems. Already in the crosshairs of the FBI, J.Edgar Hoover (Bob Ari) would investigate Freed for graft (payola). It is here where the story gets dicey and weak a little bit. Was Freed in a drunken stupor, or was Hoover actually there? It was never really clear and the cross dressing scene with Hoover was very cheesy, indeed! I think the direction (Randal Myler) at this juncture in a otherwise good musical gets weakened. For the most part the Choreography by Stephanie Klemons is strong. The vast majority of the actors impersonating the famous singers are spot on.

In the music and lyrics by Gary Kupper, the show hammers out some terrific song... "Ready Teddy", "Sixty Minute Man", 'Jim Dandy" in the first act and act two with... "Peggy Sue", "Roll Over Beethoven, "Good Man" and the final song with the great voice of Maroulis "Rock and Roll Music".

As far as a musical goes, "Rock & Roll Man" is a goody; as its plot line goes, it is fair at best bordering on weak.

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ghostbustersreborn · 2 years ago

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Chapter 3.

"See, boys? This is what keeps the hub bubbing around these parts." Peter exchanged.

"Wait a minute. They're running a coyote operation, smuggling ghosts out of purgatory?" Ray queried.

“Zip, it grandma!" Peter snapped.

Tara smirked.

She looked over to her father.

Peter motioned for her to come over.

She sprinted over, embracing him immediately.

"I missed you kid." He patted her shoulder.

Tears welled up in her eyes, she buried her face in his arm.

"Peter." Ray prodded.

"Yes, Ray. The same ghosts that killed you Egon, Ray, my daughter and Winston also run a coyote-" "...Capone..." Spoke a guy with slicked back hair.

“Skip to the point, motormouth. You boys got on the wrong side of some bad seeds by the name of Lansky, Capone. Siegal, and Luciano." Spoke another man with buzzed cut hair.

"Wait, a minute. I recognize Elliot Ness there and Jelly Bryce next to him but-who are you again?" Ray questioned.

“J.Edgar Hoover. You commie don't pinko. Don't play dumb with me!" He barked.

“Even, I knew who he was." Tara stated.

Peter stepped out from Tara's embrace to wrap an arm around J.Edgar Hoover.

“Take it easy, Eddie. Ray probably didn't recognize you without your dress." He defended his coworker.

“I'm starting a file on you." He hissed.

“Be that as it may. If I could just take a moment to verify my understanding of this situation." Egon stepped in. "In exchange for access to this secret "pipeline back to the living world.. the demons are provided with innocent souls-off the books. So to speak.""

Elliot Ness was holding back the angry grandma.

“An equal number of demons AND angels guard the borders of this place. So, we know it's not the angels responsible for the missing souls. Why do you ask?" He inquired.

“Because I think we may have a problem." Egon pointed.

Up ahead was a little boy who was fighting back against his restraints trying not to be consumed by another red giant beast.

“Excuse me, sweet-yet-deceptively-evil old woman. If I could just borrow you for a second." Peter grabbed her by the arm.

"Get your hands off-" He threw her into the back of the winged monster.

“Neat, huh? You wouldn't believe the things I can-" "Hold that thought, Peter!" Ray cut him off.

“Move out! I'll grab the kid, the rest of you make yourself useful." He ordered.

“You guys might want to let me handle this. Just, y'know thinking out loud." Venkman suggested.

They made it over to the lion beast that was holding both the young boy and the old lady.

“What the-"

“It's The Ghostbusters!"

“Holy Moley! Did you smell that thing's breath? It was like fecal matter mixed with oblivion." Ray cringed.

"Oh. Hi, guys. How'd it go out there?" Peter wondered, leaning up against a boulder.

Egon grabbed him by the collar of his flightsuit.

"Peter, would you mind handling this?" He requested.

"Good, thinking Egon." He complimented.

He started to levitate.

"Be right back." He excused himself.

“I don't think he should be allowed to have this much power." Tara shook her head.

“Agreed." Egon sighed.

"Remind me to ask Peter, exactly how it is that he can do all these new things, Egon." Ray asked of him.

"Actually, I've postulated a theory that may explain Venkman's newfound abilities, Ray." Spengler stated. "If you recall, Venkman was never actually killed back in the "real" world."

"Right on! His body was possessed but, unlike the rest of us, he never got turned to swiss cheese." Ray added on.

"Yet Venkman's soul still wound up here after being displaced from his body." Egon included.

"Exactly! He doesn't seem constrained by whatever laws of celestial physics that now bind us."

"Fascinating. Your theory opens all kinds of doors into the premature nature of the after-" Ray was cut off by a pool of blood splashing onto them.

"Beautiful. Just beautiful." She muttered.

"What in the-"

"Is that-" Egon began to ask.

"It smells like demonic pus! Does anyone have a jar?" Ray asked.

"How do you know what demon pus smells like?" Tara cringed.

"In our line of work, we know what every entity smells like." Ray told her.

"Peter?"

There ahead of them was Peter with the same little boy latched onto them. Tara felt a hint of jealously.

"Oh, hey. Those two mob types got away while I was wrestling with our friend here." Peter explained. "By the way, everyone say hello to Jiff. Turns out his mother wasn't so choosy after all- at least as far as names go. He's a little shaken up but he he'll be okay, right-" Tara marched over to him. "Tara, don't do it."

And she did it. She shoved the boy out of the way.

"Tara Alison Venkman!" Peter scolded. He turned to the shaking little boy. "It's okay, my daughter's a little ass hole. Forgive her." He apologized on her behalf.

The boy whimpered.

"Don't do that again, you hear me?" He demanded of her.

Tara looked down, feeling guilty.

He picked her up.

He used his free hand to pick the skull of the beast off from the old lady.

"And you, young lady, working for the mob at your age. I mean, what's purgatory coming to?" He ridiculed.

"Bite me." She threatened.

"Bite this!" Hoover snapped, punching her in the face.

"Woah! Take it easy, J.Edgar Hoover! It's over, the good guys won." Ray assured him.

"Get your pinko hands off me!" He demanded.

"Hey, they found me. Anyway, you guys weren't even dead yet. I needed someone talk to, at least we're all on the same side." Peter rested a hand on the mean old lady's shoulder. "The good guys have to talk now so why don't you run along. Eddie looks like he wants to play piñata with you again." He teased. "Enjoy your eternal reward, you're off to a great start." He said before bopping her on the butt.

"Like, I said bite me!" She yelled.

"She's a plate of fresh baked cookies, isn't she?" Peter played.

"Do you ever shut up?" Hoover asked.

"Sadly, no." Tara told him.

"You'll have to excuse director Hoover's lack of manners." Excused Eliot.

"We're on what you might call a tight schedule. We have to report back on our process soon." Spoke Jelly.

"Did I forget to tell you that these three hard boiled eggs have been dispatched directly from Heaven? They're like the mod squad of God." Peter mentioned.

"Hmm? Really?" Ray said intrigued.

"That's quite an impressive resume." Egon nodded.

"Beats the tar out of being a ghost fighter or whatever you clowns call yourselves. Now, if you're done jawing, we've been dispatched to investigate flagrant. Recurring border violations. So, if you've got no objections, we'd like to get back to work." Requested Hoover.

"Now that you mention it, one of our partners is missing." Ray realized. "We need to find Winston."

"Why didn't you just say so, Ray?" Peter asked, ruffling his puss stained hair.

"Yeah, why didn't you?" Tara asked. "Wait, you know where Winston is?"

Turning a corner, Winston was holding hands with a nice looking lady dressed in a bikini.

He handed Tara off into Egon's arms. He picked up the little boy again.

"Hey, Winston. Sorry to rain on your magic moment." He greeted.

"Venkman?" Winston gasped.

"Great, to see you Peter! We were really worried about you." He hugged him.

"Sorry about getting split up like that, guys. I got distracted and then I couldn't find you again." Peter apologized.

"Winston, I missed you." Tara rejoiced.

"Missed you too, kiddo." He ruffled her hair.

"We weren't sure how to locate you amongst the teeming masses." Egon admitted.

"Luckily, Venkman has more uses these days than a swiss army knife." Ray included.

"C'mon, guys... you'll make me blush." He waved off.

"Oh, hey! Sorry. I'm being rude. This is Janelle. She's a dear old.. friend.. of mine." He introduced.

Tara looked her up and down, a blush rose to her cheeks.

"From what these eyes saw, I'd say she's a little more than a friend you sly-"

"What say everyone quits hugging and reuniting and get their minds on the job? This little sewing club is gonna make me hurl!" Hoover got to the point.

"I'm sorry but your manners are atrocious!" Spengler called him out.

"Can't argue that." Agreed his coworker. "But it doesn't make him wrong. We really are wasting too much time."

"Wait a minute. Who ARE these guys? And where'd the little kid come from? Peter, I thought you only had one kid." Winston questioned.

"I do have one kid." Peter assured him.

"We'll do introductions on the way, Winston." Egon settled.

"J.Edgar Hoover is right. It's way past time this bunch of ghosts did some busting." Peter added in.

"Finally, time to get our revenge." Tara smirked.

"Well, I can break rocks all day long. So, at least I've got that going for me." Peter showcased his telekinetic abilities. "I guess i'm the ultimate in dues-it-yourself ex machine. I can do pretty much anything. And you think it's because technically, my body is still alive out there Egon?" He queried.

"I think this whole power thing is getting to his head." Tara rolled her eyes.

"It's hard to ascertain with any degree of certainty. But, it seems like that you're an anomaly. I'd be surprised if you were the first, this must have happened to someone else at some point in time. In any case, it's imperative we catalog your abilities before we travel back through the pipeline." He explained.

"Umm.. I have a question." Piped the boy. "If Doctor Venkman is like a super hero while he's in here, why would he leave? I mean, what if on the other side he's just an ordinary ghost? Wouldn't that be.. bad."

"Uh, excellent questions Jiff." Egon praised him.

Tara began to worry. Was her father dead?

"From the mouths of babes." Jelly hummed.

"Don't wet yourself, Jiffy. We were gonna point that out once these rocket scientists got tired of hearing themselves yap." Hoover went.

"I'm not afraid to beat his ass." Tara clenched her fists.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Peter advised her.

"Don't kick yourselves too hard, boys. The obvious angels ARE sometimes the easiest to miss. We've all been there plenty of times... Even Mister Hoover here."

"Kind of you to say, Mr.Ness, but he's right." Ray said.

"I can't bear to lose my father." She voiced. "Not again."

Peter sent her a sympathetic look.

"You won't lose me." He promised her.

She gave him a sad smile.

"And frankly, we're just a bunch of ghosts. We really need Venkman to kick their butts. So, what do they do?" He inquired.

"Finally, you said something worth listening to." He smirked. "There's a reason the big dispatch in the precint house upstairs gave us this job, bozos. We're the best at it." He flexed. "We three we're getting it done when your daddies were just gleams in their daddies' eyes. So, sit back and listen right." He turned to Egon. "We gotta make these creeps come to us. To do that, we hit them where it hurts the most. Now where do you think it hurts the most. Now, where do you think THAT would be? And I don't mean the Frank 'N beans."

"Obviously, you're referring to the pipeline." Egon pointed out.

Tara had no idea what was going on. She just wanted to go back home. She leaned into Peter, for someone who was dead she sure was exhausted.

"It's going to be okay, Tara. We're going to get back home." Venkman assured her.

"You can read thoughts?" She asked.

"Yes." He smiled. "It's a blessing and a curse."

She laughed.

"Give the science geek a prize. We shut IT down, they got no choice. But to come sniffing around. When they do, we ("uh..." went the kid, looking around nervously.) spit it out, kid. I'm on a roll."

The ghosts from before surrounded them.

"Okay, Fred kill these bums once and for all."

"Mr. Hoover. I don't think you need to lure them.. they're already here!" Jiff exclaimed.

"Aw, shit." Tara cursed.

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