Title: Halloween Memories

Author: Waddles52

Summary: Scully and Mulder hand out treats and share 

Halloween memories.

Rating: G

Category: MSR

Disclaimer: Just for fun. Not for profit.

Archives: IMTP VS 10 Halloween challenge

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Mulder walked into the basement office just as Scully 

hung up the phone, a concerned look on her face.



"Scully?" Mulder questioned. "Is everything all 

right?"



"Oh, Mulder, I didn't hear you come in. That was Mom 

on the phone. One of her friends broke her leg and 

she's going to Norfolk for a few days to help out. 

She's asked us to stay at her house tomorrow night," 

Scully reported as she straightened some papers on 

the desk.



"What's so special about tomorrow night?" Mulder 

inquired as he hung his coat on the back of his chair 

and began rolling up his shirtsleeves.



"It's Halloween."



"Ah, I see. She doesn't want the neighborhood 

monsters to soap her windows and throw rotten eggs at 

her door," Mulder grinned.



"Do you blame her?"



"Oh, I don't know, Scully. What kind of candy is she 

giving out?"



Scully made a face. "She usually hands out several 

varieties, and she doesn't buy the cheap stuff if 

that's what you're getting at."



"Good. We wouldn't want to disappoint the little 

trick or treaters by handing out those icky, sticky 

peanut butter kisses, would we?" Mulder teased.



"You're only concerned with what kind of candy might 

be left over to feast on," Scully accused.



"No, I'm just remembering what kind of candy I liked 

to receive in my trick or treat bag," he said 

wistfully.



"Mulder, if you help me finish this backlog of paper 

work so that we can be there tomorrow night, I will 

personally guarantee that your trick or treat bag 

will contain only the best and the kisses won't be 

wrapped in black or orange paper," Scully promised.



"Sounds like a deal to me."



The next evening Scully unlocked the front door of 

Maggie Scully's house and began turning on the 

lights. Mulder followed her in and put their 

overnight bags down by the sofa.



Scully made her way into the kitchen with Mulder 

following close behind. There was a note on the 

kitchen table along with four bowls of candy and two 

small trick or treat bags.



Scully read the note and then turned to Mulder. "Mom 

left a casserole and some cider in the fridge. She 

also fixed each of us a trick or treat bag," she 

nodded toward the bags, "And those four bowls of 

candy are for the trick or treaters."



Mulder had already dug into his bag and was laying 

out his treats on the table. "Scully, your mom is 

amazing. Tell her thanks and how did she know all of 

my favorite candies?"



"Mulder, I have no idea, other than she seems to have 

a sixth sense about those things. Why don't you 

change into something more comfortable while I get 

dinner started? The trick or treaters start pretty 

early around here."



Scully was loading the dishwasher when the first 

trick or treaters rang the doorbell. Mulder rushed 

to open the door and was greeted by a group of nine 

and ten year old boys dressed in an assortment of 

costumes from bums to Star Wars characters.



"Trick or treat. Smell my feet. Give me something 

good to eat! If you don't, I don't care. I'll pull 

down your underwear!" they exclaimed in unison, then 

broke up in gales of laughter.



Mulder chuckled. "The more things change, the more 

they stay the same." He remembered the familiar 

chant from his own childhood.



The boys crowded each other as Mulder began dropping 

candy in their bags. "Hey, guys. Take it easy! 

There's plenty for everyone."



When he finished, the boys said a quick thank you and 

hurried on to the next house.



Mulder and Scully spent the next two hours handing 

out candy and oohing and aahing over the many 

different costumes. Only a few stragglers were left 

and the candy was almost gone. They sat on the front 

porch steps and watched as a girl and her younger 

brother tried to catch up with their two older 

siblings.



"That looks like Charlie and me," Scully laughed.



"Really?"



"Yep. Bill and Melissa were always running ahead of 

us, trying to lose us. One year it had been raining 

and the grass was really wet. I was probably about 

eight or nine. Charlie was getting tired and was 

dragging his treat bag behind him. We finally caught 

up to Bill and Melissa and went home. Charlie was 

pretty surprised when he got home and discovered the 

bottom of his treat bag was gone and all of his candy 

had spilled out."



"Poor guy. What happened? I'll bet you split your 

treats with him."



"Not willingly. Mom took our bags and dumped all of 

the candy into one big pile on the floor. She 

divided it four ways until we all had an equal amount 

of candy. Bill and Missy got into big trouble for 

running off and leaving us. The next year we all 

carried plastic pumpkins for our treats."



"Your mom is pretty wise," Mulder told her.



"She had to be with four bratty kids and Dad away at 

sea most of the time. Do you have any Halloween 

memories, Mulder?"



"A few. Most of the time we were stuck at some 

grown-up party. They would make a big fuss over our 

cute costumes, shove some candy at us and then ignore 

us for the rest of the evening."



"I'm sorry, Mulder."



"We did get to go trick or treating every now and 

then and I was a lot like Bill and Melissa. I didn't 

want my kid sister tagging along. I wanted to go out 

with my pals and see what kind of mischief we could 

stir up. The year I turned twelve was one of those 

years. Mom wasn't feeling well so I had to take 

Samantha out. Mom made a deal with me. Just take 

her out for an hour and then I could catch up with my 

buddies. We started out before it was really dark. 

Samantha was a fairy princess and I was Mr. Spock, 

ears and all. I was in such a hurry to get it over 

with that I literally drug her from house to house. 

Of course, she fell and skinned her knees and spilled 

her candy. I helped her up and gathered her treats. 

I felt so badly about causing her to fall that I took 

her home and gave her most of my candy. I even 

agreed to a tea party with her dolls. I never did 

catch up to my friends. If I'd known that was to be 

our last Halloween . . ."



"Mulder, stop," Scully ordered. "Let me ask you 

something. Did Samantha enjoy herself?"



"Eventually, after I got her knees bandaged and 

suffered through that tea party she said it was her 

best Halloween ever."



"Did you enjoy yourself?"



"Yeah. I guess I did. Samantha was really pretty in 

her fairy princess costume and the tea party wasn't 

that bad. I guess it was our best Halloween ever."



"Then you have a wonderful memory to treasure."



"Yes, I do. Thank you for helping me to realize 

that, Scully."



She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "That's 

one Halloween kiss that I owe you. I'm going to warm 

up some of that cider. Why don't you start a fire 

and we can sit in front of it with our cider and you 

can collect a few more of those kisses that I owe 

you," Scully suggested.



"You don't have to tell me twice," Mulder answered as 

he helped Scully to her feet.



They went into the house. Scully headed for the 

kitchen while Mulder began putting logs in the 

fireplace. He worked with a big smile on his face as 

he thought of the new Halloween memories he and 

Scully would make tonight.







The End