Out of the Mist Your Voice is Calling
by Maureen B. Ocks
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Disclaimer:  Fox Mulder, Dana Scully and all other familiar X
Files characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and
FOX.  No copyright infringement intended.

Archive -- OK, just tell me.
Spoilers:   Kill Switch
Keywords - 300 words.  E-Muse/Scullyfic Songfic challenge.  
I am a disgrace to myself.

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Scully's car
Fairfax County, VA

His eyes were closed.  She thought he was asleep until she
heard, "Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time."

"I don't want to hear that song again."

"Why not?  It's great."

Great?  He's got small burns all over his hands and forehead. 
Hell, he smells like burnt toast and he's arguing music.  She
was almost annoyed.  Almost.  "What would you pick?  Let me
guess, Elvis."

"Don't mock The King."

"I never understood that about you.  Why Elvis?"

"Why Elvis?   The history, the talent, his influence, Graceland,
'silla, Lisa-Marie, the leather and rhinestone jump suits...how
could you even ask that?" 

"Did you know he died with twenty-five pounds of clay-like
fecal matter in his system due to his drug use?" 

He turned to look at her and made the face he always made
when she was pointing out something in an autopsy.  "Do you
know that Priscilla and Lisa-Marie never cashed Elvis's life
insurance policy?  And do you know why?"

"Let me guess....because he's not dead."

"Exactly."

"So the idea of someone who is thought dead but really just
running around appeals to you?"

"That, but it's the whole package.  All that raw talent, the good
and bad that came out of it and then just walking away from it
all.  It appeals to me."

She turned the car onto the hospital's emergency ramp.  A
security guard waving her off stopped when she flashed her
badge.  "So if you were going to put your whole life on a CD
and feed it to the internet, what Elvis song would you use?" 
She pulled up to the ER's door and started to get out.

By the time she opened his door to help him out, she had her
answer.  "What else?  Suspicious Minds."

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The title is from "Twilight Time" and let's face it, Elvis is out
in the mist somewhere.

Thanks to Shari, who rocks like her sweet baboo, Shakin' Clay
Aiken.

Feedback is like Elvis in his black leather days:  cool!
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