ORADOUR-SUR-GLANE, HAUTE-VIENNE, FRANCE LATE DECEMBER 1943
“Champagne? Are you serious?”
“Come on, Frohike. I’ll pay. How much?”
“It’s not a question of price, my dear.”
“Don’t call me what. What is it a question of, then?” From his perch at her dining room table, Melvin Frohike heaves an exasperated sigh.
“There’s none to be had, Dana,” he says. "What little there was has been confiscated by German officers. If anyone, anywhere has some left, they’re keeping it for themselves.“ He frowns at her inquisitively. "What do you need it to trade for? Maybe we can help.”
“I don’t need it to trade for anything, Frohike,” says Scully. "It’s for personal use. For New Year’s.“
"Ahhhhh, I see,” says Frohike, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Entertaining a gentleman caller, are we?“
"It’s none of our business, Frohike,” says John Byers, frowning disapprovingly down at his friend. "We can’t get champagne. That’s all she’s asked for.“ Frohike rolls his eyes, and Byers turns to Scully. "Is there anything else you need? Anything you’re short on?”
“Bandages,” Scully says. "Iodine… and antibiotics. I need a place to get all of those things, other than the pharmacy in the village. The pharmacist is starting to ask questions.“
"We’ll see what we can find,” says Frohike. "Bandages shouldn’t be a problem.“
"Iodine, either,” chimes in Richard Langly, from his lookout at the window. "Antibiotics, though… that’s a tough one.“
"They’re necessary,” counters Scully. "Without them, I’ll only be sending refugees out of here to die before they can get where you’re taking them. They’ll be sicker, more difficult for you to transport. It’ll be much more dangerous.“
"Is there anyone you can send to the pharmacy in your stead?” asks Byers.
“I already send my mother sometimes,” Scully says.
“What about your contact in the German army?” asks Langly, but Scully shakes her head.
“He’s too high-ranking,” she says. She thinks, suddenly, of Mulder. Could she give him money and ask him to buy what she needs at the pharmacy from time to time, as a favor? Claim she’s too busy to get there herself?
No, she’s not comfortable with lying to him outright, with using him like that.
“I’ll think of something,” she says, finally. "In the meantime, see what you can do, all right?“
"And I’ll keep my ear to the ground for your champagne,” promises Frohike, standing, “but I can tell you right now it’s not going to happen.” He looks apologetic. "I wish I could tell you otherwise.“
"I appreciate you trying,” she says, as she rises to escort them back downstairs. "Three o'clock Wednesday morning. All three of you. All right?“
"Got it,” says Frohike. "Any idea what shape the next one’s going to be in?“
"No, and that’s why I need all of you,” says Scully. "My contact only knows he’s hurt. Nothing about the extent of his injuries.“
"So it could be a body we’re carrying out of here by the time we arrive, for all we know,” sighs Langly.
“Which is exactly why I need new ways to get those antibiotics,” says Scully. "Now get moving.“
“Is he handsome?” Maggie Scully asks, not looking up from the rolled-out dough she’s carefully fitting into a pie tin. It would be an innocent enough question, Scully thinks, if her mother hadn’t asked it twice already.
“Yes, Maman,” she sighs, exasperated, as she flutes the edges on an already-completed pie. "Very tall, very dashing, very handsome, and if you don’t mind my saying, you are very obvious.“
"I’m only asking, Dana!” Maggie protests, but her smile gives her away. "You work too hard, Darling. You should enjoy yourself from time to time. Have a little fun.“
"A little fun,” Scully says, eyebrow cocked. "With a German officer.“
"He can’t help being German, and you said he’s not here voluntarily, didn’t you?” Scully nods. "And he came to your rescue, when the man threatening you was one of his own. That shows bravery.“
"I didn’t need rescuing,” Scully grumbles. "I was seconds away from dealing with the situation on my own.“
"Yes, I know that, Dana, but did he?” Her mother sets aside the filled pie tin and reaches for another. "In a situation like that, most men are going to assume that most women need their help. How was he to know that you’re not most women?“ She kisses her daughter on the cheek and breaks off a chunk of dough from the massive hunk they’d spent the morning preparing. "Now, remind me again. Cherry is for… Allied soldiers?” Scully nods.
“Cherry for soldiers, apple for Jews, and anything else… for everybody else.”
A guy with the surname Mueller was appointed as head of the FBI. And I can’t stop thinking how in Au Cafe Pequod by the amazing @sunflowerseedsandscience, Mulder is called Mueller- the German version of Mulder, but goes by Mulder to antagonize his parents. So it’s kind of like they did appoint Mulder as the head of the FBI- just the wrong one who uses the German version of the name.
Dear anon. Sorry for the late reply but I wanted to reply from a computer in order to attach the right links. I have so many!
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