Futures Past 03: My Funny Valentine
Not mine. Unh-hunh! No, siree, bob. All characters belong to
Fox and company. Wait, isn't Fox itself a company? Hmm... Anyway,
they're not mine, and I'm only borrowing our beloved heroes for a
little stroll down Valentine's lane. I'm sure they'll be returned
unchanged (well, not that much anyway) to 1013, and CC. Oh, and I
guess the lady and the kid belong to me.
Oooh! A third one in the series. Finally. Thanks a bunch to
all of you who sent in your feedback and comments for the
previous ones. They were much appreciated.
This one can probably stand completely on its own. I added
it as part of the series cause the next one I'm writing refers to
stuff that happens in here. So you can read this without reading
the previous two, especially if you're looking for a quick, 'warm
& fuzzy' M & S bonding piece. But, of course, you want to read
the previous two, don't you? You need to... (Imagine a soothing,
mesmerizing voice asking you that, and the answer should just pop
into your head:) If you can't find them, email me at
firstname.lastname@example.org and I'll be happy to forward you a copy. Also,
all my other stories, missing parts, etc. can be found on
Gossamer or at my website at http://www.bigfoot.com/~unmai.
I added a little explanation for Mulder's gift in the end
notes, in case you want to look it up. You'll know what I'm
talking about when you come to it (no, the smaller one:) in the
story. I myself had no clue what it meant until I went and looked
it up. I've seen it in a couple of places before, and I thought
it was pretty romantic.
This one is definite UST. No kissing yet, no declarations of
undying love, but you anti-shippers might start getting nauseous.
That's all the warning I'll give.
Finally, the nag section. Feedback, the sustenance of
starving writers. I'd love to hear from all you readers out
there. Email me at email@example.com, tell me what you thought.
All comments and criticisms welcome. I hope you enjoy reading
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Futures Past 03:
My Funny Valentine
My Funny Valentine
Dana Scully's Apartment
Thursday, February 12, 1998
The phone rang in the living room. Dana Scully rushed out of
the kitchen to answer it. "Hello... Oh, hi mom... What? My cell
phone? That's a relief. I was sure I'd lost it." She paused,
listening for a few seconds before interrupting her mother. "No
mom, don't bother. I'll come by tomorrow after work and pick it
up, if that's okay with you." She waited again before saying,
"Ok, I'll see y... what did you say?"
She sighed. She'd tried to keep her conversation short,
hoping to stay away from this very subject. "No mom. I don't know
if we're doing anything for Saturday... *Mom*, we're friends,
partners, that's all. Nothing more. Besides, he's too
scatterbrained to probably even remember." She sighed again. She
did *not* want to have this conversation with her mother. She
reached out and rapped loudly on the coffee table. "Mom, I think
somebody's at the door." '*Chicken*!,' a part of her screamed
back. "I gotta go. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye." She hung up
before her mother could protest any further. 'Why does she have
to do this every year?' She sighed, leaning back in her couch,
trying not to think about the next day. Finally, she got up and
went back into the kitchen.
J. Edgar Hoover FBI Building, Basement
Friday, February 13, 1998
Dana Scully walked down the hall towards the office. She
thought back to her conversation with her mother the night
before, and dreaded going over to her house later. 'Maybe I
should put it off till Sunday,' she thought briefly, but
immediately pushed the thought out of her mind. 'Don't be
childish. You're not *that* insecure. Besides, you can't afford
to be without your cell phone for that long. What if something
important comes up?' she asked herself. However, she did allow
herself to think about what her partner may do for Valentine's
day. Knowing him, he probably had a date all lined up for the
night, probably some busty brunette with whom he could make eye
contact without getting a crick in the neck. She sighed, wishing
for the millionth time for that elusive extra foot or so that
nature had denied her as she reached the door. She was about to
turn the knob when she heard Mulder talking on the phone. Her
eyes widened as she realized what he was saying.
"Dammit, Frohike! I'm not going to tell you what I got her.
It *is* supposed to be a surprise, you know. So stop asking."
Mulder was practically shouting into the phone when he heard the
doorknob turn. Expecting his partner to walk in, he hissed,
"She's here. Goodbye, Frohike! I'll talk to you later." He heard
the line disconnect, and was about to hang up when he realized
that the door hadn't opened yet. His momentary panic at being
caught was instantly wiped away by a mischievous grin spreading
across his face. 'Shit! She probably heard that last part. Well,
Scully, I'll give you something to listen in on.' Aloud he said,
"Oh, all right, I'll tell you. Stop begging already."
Outside, Scully gently pulled her hand away. 'Good,' she
thought, he hadn't heard her. She placed her head against the
door, preparing to eavesdrop on her partner's conversation.
Mulder couldn't resist a silent grin as he said in as
straight a voice as he could, "I found her the perfect gift,
Frohike. A Thrustmaster Deluxe... Yeah! One of *those*. There was
an ad for it in a video I saw. I was watching it a couple of
nights ago, and as soon as I saw it, I knew that monster was the
one for her."
Scully's eyes widened as she heard him go on.
"The color...? Oh, it's all black... sleek too. I didn't
think the one in cream looked realistic enough. This one looks
and feels just like the real thing... Yup, complete with feedback
vibrations. God, I can just imagine the hours of pleasure she'll
get using that *joy*stick."
Hearing just the slightest emphasis on that last word,
Scully gulped. 'He wouldn't... he didn't. Oh God, what's he
thinking!' This time he'd gone too far. 'There's someone else,'
she told herself, feeling a small sense of relief, but a pang of
jealousy at the same time. 'Yes, that's it. He has a girlfriend,
and the gift's for her. He never said it was for me, right?
That's got to be it,' she assured herself. 'Just because I don't
have a social life doesn't mean he doesn't either.' She leaned
back in to hear the rest of the conversation.
"She needs it," Mulder was saying. "I can tell. She's needed
something like this for a while now. Frankly, I don't know how
she got by without one all this time. You know, just using your
fingers doesn't cut it. You need to *feel* the experience, you
know, wrap your hands around one of these. She'll be flying in no
time." He paused before continuing, "Mind numbing pleasure, no
doubt about it."
He let out an exaggerated sigh. "I can picture it now.
Scully, at home, no one else but her, her hands wrapped around
its shaft. Maybe I'll drop in Saturday evening and help her try
it out. God, I'm getting excited just thinking about it."
'Ohmigod, it *is* for me.' Scully pulled back from the door,
feeling a heady sensation come over her. Suddenly the hallway
felt extremely hot and stuffy. 'That's it! I'm not listening to
anymore of this.' Plastering a fake smile on her face, she
reached once more for the doorknob and turned it.
Mulder saw the door beginning to open, and muttering a quick
but loud, "Talk to you later," hung up the phone. He looked back
up just in time to see his partner walk in. She looked like she
was trying to smile at him. But it looked more like a grimace
than anything. He allowed himself a hearty but silent
congratulations. 'Damn, I got her but good.'
Neither of them said a word as she walked over and sat down.
Both of them busied themselves with paperwork, but Mulder could
feel the tension gradually building up. Every few minutes, he
felt her stop what she was doing to look up and stare at him.
Finally, he looked up himself, just in time to catch one of her
nervous glances. He smiled to himself. Usually, he was the one
who was caught staring. Now that the situations were reversed, he
couldn't help carrying on the charade for a while longer. He
raised his eyebrow in a silent, 'Can I help you?' just like
Scully always did, his face the picture of innocence. He was
rewarded by the deep crimson rising on her cheeks. She hurriedly
looked back down to the reports lying in front of her, a guilty
look on her flushed face.
'I wonder how long I can hold off? Poor thing, she looks
like she's about to jump out of her skin at any moment.' He
finally relented, thinking, 'I guess I've had my fun for today.'
He stood up and walked over to the filing cabinet.
Scully kept her face down, following his movement out of the
corner of her eyes as he walked past her to the back of the room.
'Where's he going now?' Hearing him cough, she turned to see him
pulling two packages out of the top drawer of one of the
He walked over and placed them on the desk in front of her.
"Tomorrow's Valentine's Day, and I got you a special something. I
couldn't wait to give it to you."
'I'll bet you couldn't.' "Two presents, Mulder?" she croaked
out, thinking, 'The big one looks about right for... but the
small one. *No*, I don't even want to think about that one.' She
saw him smiling, but she could see a mischievous gleam in his
eyes. 'Oh God, Mulder, don't make me do this,' she pleaded
"Go on," he urged, pointing out the larger package. "Open
them. This one first. It's something you've needed for a while
now." He almost couldn't hold back the laughter as she glared at
him hard enough to drive nails through concrete. He pushed the
box forward, encouraging her, acting oblivious to her obvious
'Best to get it over with quickly,' she thought as she
reached for it. Her hands shook as she lifted it and peeled back
the wrapping. 'I'll make you pay for this, Mulder,' she vowed,
'so help me, God, I swear I will.'
Mulder could see the color slowly drain from her face as she
began to strip away the layers of wrapping. Watching her eyes
intently as she finished with the last layer, he caught the
abrupt change in her expression, progressing from near panic to
confusion to relief before it finally settled on a small smile.
He heaved a silent sigh of relief himself, 'Good, she's not too
She looked up from the gift she held in her hand to the
room-brightening smile spreading on Mulder's face. "Thrustmaster
Deluxe analog joystick for IBM compatibles," she read the label
on the box. She pinned him with a glare, putting as much anger
into it as she could, which wasn't much at the moment. "You
knew," she accused. When he nodded, she continued, "You knew I
was outside. All that...," she made a circling motion to indicate
his fake telephone conversation, "... was for my benefit?" Again
"Didn't your mother teach you it's a bad habit to listen in
on other people's phone calls," he teased, shaking his finger at
her. At her exasperated smile, he chuckled, "Sorry, Scully. But
when I heard the doorknob, I just couldn't resist. You should
have seen your face when you walked in. The whole thing was worth
it. Happy Valentine's Day, Scully."
She smiled at him, then noticed the small box still lying on
the table. She pointed to it. "What's that, Mulder? Or should I
be afraid to ask?"
"Well, actually, I got the joystick for your birthday. I
thought it would go well with that airplane game I got you last
year. But I have a few weeks of vacation time coming, and
Personnel warned me that if I didn't take it within the month, I
would lose it. I was planning on taking it starting next week.
When I saw this opportunity, I thought this would be the perfect
time to give you your gift early. This," he said, pointing to the
small package, "is your real Valentine gift. Go on, open it. I
promise, you won't be embarrassed."
She cast a wary glance at the package before looking back at
him. Seeing the anticipation in his eyes, as well as the fear of
rejection lurking behind his hazel orbs, she sighed and picked it
up. She quickly unwrapped it to reveal a small velvet box. She
carefully opened it, and was struck speechless by what lay
inside. She lightly traced the outline of the ring that lay
inside, brushing her fingers around the hands encompassing the
heart, stroking the crown etched into the side of the ring. 'A
Claddagh ring... did he know what this means?' She looked up to
see him staring back at her expectantly. Her eyes misted as he
reached in and removed the ring from its base. He lifted her
right hand in his and brought the ring to her finger. She saw him
start to slide the ring on, heart turned away from her, when he
looked back into her eyes. He seemed to reach a moment of
decision as he pulled the ring back and turned it so the heart
faced inwards, towards her. 'He does know.' Her breath caught in
her throat as she brought her other hand to lay atop his,
covering his hand with hers.
"The perfect gift for the perfect person. Happy Valentine's
Day, Dana, for real this time," he whispered. He saw the
slightest glint appear in his partner's eyes. Before the
situation could escalate into something he didn't think either of
them wanted to face right then, he quickly changed the subject.
"So whatcha doing tomorrow night?" he asked, his thoughts masked
by the humorous expression he always hid behind. 'Coward,' the
rebuke clattered around in his head as he continued, "Got a hot
date or something?"
'Typical Mulder. It was just like him to start something so
sentimental and then chicken out immediately. What are you so
afraid of, Mulder?' She sighed as she thought about what he'd
asked her. "Nope, not really."
His heart lifted a little at her reply, although the reason
for it eluded him at the moment.
"I guess it's just going to be me and my *joy*stick," she
said, throwing his earlier remark back at him.
He smiled at her, "Then what do you say to a night of
videogames, bad Valentine movies, and pizza. We can break in your
gift. I have a new space shootemup you might like... Hell-
"I've heard of it..." she answered thoughtfully. "Is it
anything like Fury?"
"It's supposed to be better, although I've only played the
trial version so far." He flashed her a quick grin, an
embarrassed look on his face. "You're going to think me crazy,
but the reason I bought the full version was cause the computer
voice reminded me of you."
"Mulder, I already think you're crazy, but that was sweet.
And, I don't mean just the videogame," she said, fingering her
newest piece of jewelry. "Thank you, Mulder."
He nodded solemnly, accepting her thanks in the spirit in
which it was offered, before letting out a small chuckle. "So
whatddya say? Is it a date?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
'Date? Did he say date? Be serious for once, Mulder.' She
tried to cover up her errant thoughts by considering the
opportunity being presented to her. "Ok, Mulder, but on one
condition. My car died on me today morning, so I had to catch a
cab to work. I left my cell phone at my mom's yesterday. I was
planning on going by after work to pick it up, but I realized I
have some shopping to do as well. So you are going to be my
personal chauffeur for the day tomorrow. Deal?"
"Your wish is my command, milady," he replied with a
Sweet Darling Valentine
Saturday, February 14, 1998
"Slow down, Scully. You're gonna run into someone if you
don't." Fox Mulder smiled as he watched his partner trying to get
the maximum mileage possible out of her short strides. She was
going fast enough to outpace him, which was not an easy thing to
He thought back to the events of that morning. Whatever she
had talked to her mother about when she'd gone to retrieve her
phone must have really gotten to her. She couldn't get out of
there fast enough. Since then she'd been rushing from one place
to the next, first to the mall, then store to store, then to
lunch, and now, ice-cream of all things.
"But, Mulder, this place has the most amazing mint ice-
cream," she said plaintively.
'God,' he thought, 'she looked like a teenager when she said
"Not mint chocolate-chip, not peppermint, but real, honest-
to-goodness mint," she continued. "Do you know how hard it is to
find just plain mint ice-cream?"
"You know, Scully, I would never have figured you for a mint
addict. Strawberry, maybe chocolate, but not mint."
She spared him a glare as she hurried him along. "Just
because I'm a redhead, everyone expects me to live on
strawberries, use strawberry shampoo, wear strawberry perfume.
Ugh, I hate stereotypes, and I'm not particularly fond of
Mulder pretended to look shocked. "You don't *like*
strawberries. Aww, c'mon Scully. Everyone loves strawberries.
It's... it's," he searched for a word to express what he meant
before deciding on, "tradition." He shook his head, smiling.
"Well, I don't. And it's it, and that's that. Live with it,
Mulder," she said, pulling to a halt in front of the ice-cream
Sliding into the line behind his partner, Mulder scanned the
menu display. Just as he'd decided on the cookies and cream, he
was startled by a flurry of movement in front of him.
Scully felt someone pull on her slacks, just as they both
heard the little girl.
"Mommy, I wanna ice-cream."
Looking down, Scully couldn't hold back a gasp, 'Emily!' She
forced herself to blink back the tears as she took a closer look.
'No, not Emily, but she looked, oh, so much like her.' She felt
Mulder's hand on her shoulder. Realizing she must have voiced her
thoughts louder than she'd intended, she placed her own hand over
his, silently telling him that she was okay. Kneeling down, she
took the little girl's hands in hers.
"Hi sweetie. I think you've mistaken me for your mommy. What
do you say we go find her, okay?" She lifted the girl up. "Say,
what's your name, sweetheart?"
"I'm Sarah," she replied proudly. Suddenly her voice dropped
to a trembling whisper as she darted nervous glances around the
crowded mall, "I want my mommy."
Just then both agents heard a frantic voice, "Sarah...,
Sarah, where are you?" Looking around, they saw a woman a few
yards away, calling the girl's name.
Spotting her daughter, she hurried towards them. Both of
them did a double take. At first glance, she looked a lot like
Scully. They had the same flaming auburn hair, and even their
facial features matched somewhat. No wonder the child had
mistaken Scully for her mother.
"Oh thank God!" exclaimed the woman as she reached them. "I
set her down for a second and she ran away." She reached out to
take her daughter from Scully, chiding her gently, "Naughty
Sarah. How many times have I told you not to run off like that?
You scared mommy, darling."
"I'm sorry, mommy," the little girl whispered, hiding her
face in her mother's neck. "I just wanted some ice-cream."
"There, there..." She hugged the child. Looking back at the
couple standing in front of her, she thanked them for looking
after her daughter. "Little kids...," she said, "they seem to
have so much energy. Listen, we were headed here anyway. Can I
treat you guys to some ice-cream, by way of thanks. It's the
least I can do."
Scully looked over at Mulder, then turned back to the woman
and shrugged, "Sure, that would be great. By the way, I'm Dana,
and this," she said, pointing to her partner, "is Mulder."
"I'm Karen, and this bundle of energy," she replied, patting
her kid, "is Sarah."
They bought their ice-cream and retreated to one of the
tables near the stand.
"Mulder...," Karen said thoughtfully after they'd sat down.
"That's an unusual name."
"It's my last name. I'm just not too fond of my given name."
"Oh!" she said, considering this as she licked a swath of
ice-cream off her cone. "Kinda like MacGyver, huh?"
Scully smiled at that.
"Yeah, something like that. Say, I noticed that you and Dana
look a lot alike. It's easy to see how Sarah mistook her for
you," Mulder said hastily, hoping to draw the conversation away
from further discussion of his name.
"Uh-huh, I noticed that too. Uncanny, isn't it?" replied
Scully shrugged, "They say everyone has a double somewhere
in the world, a doppelganger. Statistically, it's entirely
"I suppose, but still...," Mulder started.
"So how old is Sarah," Scully interrupted him, looking over
at the little girl. She reached over to wipe a small speck of
ice-cream that had found its way onto the child's nose.
"She's three," replied Karen, a measure of pride in her
voice. "She's a darling, isn't she?" She looked lovingly at her
daughter as she said this.
"She certainly is," whispered Scully.
"Say, are you guys... together," Karen asked suddenly.
"No," both of them replied. "We just work together. We're
just friends," Scully went on, a flush creeping up her face.
"It's just that my car broke down, and he offered me a ride..."
'I offered...? Why, the little...'
"Ah!" Karen shrugged, crunching the last bits of her cone.
"Well, it was fun meeting you two, but I gotta get going. Maybe
we'll run into each other again sometime." As she picked up her
daughter, she thought, 'Friends, my ass. That's all the world
needs, a couple of lovesick *friends* too dumb to let each other
know how they feel about each other. Well, it's not my problem.'
Aloud she said, "Sarah, say goodbye to Auntie Dana and Uncle
"Bye, Uncle Mulder, Auntie Dana," Sarah waved at them as she
walked away, leaving the two agents to finish their ice-cream in
Mulder's car, en route to Scully's Apartment
Mulder looked over at his partner as she stared out the
window at the road. But he knew that the scenery rushing by was
the farthest thing from her mind. He ran the moment when the
little girl had pulled on Scully's leg over and over in his mind,
and his partner's reaction at being called 'Mommy.' How cruel
could the world get? She'd lost Emily barely a month ago.
Although she didn't talk about it, he knew it still weighed
heavily on her mind.
"Scully, do you want to talk?" He had to do something to
break the silence.
"What's there to talk about, Mulder? She reminded me of
Emily. It's only natural. It hasn't been that long, you know."
"I know, Scully, but it helps to talk about it. It's not
healthy to keep it all bundled in."
"Is that the Oxford psychologist talking?"
"Maybe, or maybe it's just a friend reaching out to someone
he thinks needs his help. Let me in, Scully, please." He reached
out to grasp her hands in his, squeezing it reassuringly.
She didn't respond. Instead she just looked back out the
He sighed, "I know how it must feel. Everyone dreams of a
family, marriage, kids..."
"How can you know, Mulder," she shouted at him, "How can you
*possibly* know how I feel? You're not the one who's had their
ability to have children ripped away from them. You're not the
one contemplating eternity alone. So don't you *dare* try to tell
me you know how it feels, cause let me tell you, Mulder, it's
nothing like what you can imagine."
"Oh, I think I can imagine a lot, Scully," he shouted back.
'No, don't shout at her, she can't possibly know,' he told
himself. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he continued in
a calmer voice, "I've never told anyone this..." His voice
lowered even further, "I can't have children either, Scully, so I
do know how you feel." He pulled his hand away and placed it back
on the steering wheel.
"What... How?" Scully looked at him with her eyes wide.
"I'm sterile. Ergo, no kids, no family, not in my future,
anyway." He sighed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you. It's
not your problem."
"Oh, Mulder. I'm so sorry I shouted at you. I had no
right..." She placed her hand on his, reciprocating his earlier
Mulder shook his head, "Like I said, Scully, not your
"You were the one who said it wasn't healthy to keep one's
emotions bottled up. Now it looks like the shoe's on the other
foot." She chuckled, "Hunh! So, here we are, two lost souls
without a future, too scared to let anyone else comfort us. What
are we going to do with each other, Mulder?"
"Well, I guess we'll just have to depend on each other,
won't we?" He smiled, glad that the moment of tension had passed.
"Hey, we're almost at your place, Scully. Get ready to get your
ass whipped at that airplane game."
"In your dreams, Mulder, in your dreams," she smiled back.
They rode the rest of the way in silence, each of them
thinking about lost opportunities and might have beens, and all
the airplane games they would never get to play.
Futures Past 03:
My Funny Valentine
Okay, in case you're wondering about the section titles, the
whole story is called 'My Funny Valentine.' It's just that the
headings seemed somewhat appropriate for each section. If anyone
notices, they're awfully similar to Sinatra's song, except for
the second one, which I changed to something more fitting. Have I
confused y'all enough? Anyways, no infringement is intended. And
I probably won't ever do the section heading thing again.
I really, really tried to inject a little humor into this
piece. But I'm not all that good with innuendo. The scene at the
beginning actually did happen in real life. Me and a friend
managed to thoroughly embarrass another friend before we started
laughing and gave it away. And they do say that you should write
about what you know. I hope I managed to get the humor across.
Also, about the strawberry thing. Everyone I know absolutely
loves them. Personally, I've never cared for them. Plus, I've
always liked mint (ice-cream, not shampoo). And, yes, it *is*
hard to find plain mint ice-cream. Believe me, I've looked. But,
since I've never been up north, the scene at the mall was
completely made up.
Sheesh! Can these end notes *get* any longer? You're still
here? Wow! Okay, discussion time. About that last line. How many
of you actually got what I wanted it to mean? They say hindsight
is 20/20. Here, I thought I was being so clever, but no one I
showed the story to got it. So, to the 3 or 4 of you who did get
the reference, thank you for confirming my creative genius. All
you others, rest assured, I'm looking at my creative writing
course schedule as I'm writing this. And since I myself hate
not getting all the in jokes, the reference was to the airplane
games parents play with their children to get them to open their
mouth to eat. You know, Rrrrrrr... open the hanger, the plane's
coming in. So, how many of you are going, 'Ohhhhh!'?
About the videogames. I don't know that M & S would actually
be the types to play them. But, according to the IMDB, GA was the
voice for that game, and I thought it might be neat if Mulder
caught the similarity of the voices. BTW, the games are by micro-
soft. Again, no infringement is intended.
Next, Mulder's confession. Okay, I know he'd never have that
problem in the show. But, in my universe, it fits in so nicely
with what happens next. Is that enough of a hint? Of course, to
find out, you'll have to stay tuned.
About the Claddagh Ring. This ring, depicting two hands
clutching a heart, complete with a crown, epitomizes the
expression of lasting love and eternal friendship. The heart
symbolizes love, the hands friendship and the crown loyalty or
fidelity. Worn on the right hand with the heart facing outwards
means that your heart has not yet been won. Worn on the right
hand with the heart facing inwards shows you have friendship and
love under consideration. But worn on your left hand with the
heart turned inwards it means two loves have joined forever. This
is quoted pretty much as is from a couple of internet sites.
Finally, we come to the end. I'm forcing myself to stop
here, otherwise these notes are gonna run longer than the story,
if they haven't already. I don't know about most of you, but I
actually enjoy reading about the author's thoughts while they
were writing their stories. I just hope I haven't turned anyone
off with these long notes. But, I do put them at the end, so
you're perfectly welcome to skip them if you want. All the really
important stuff is at the top anyways. Oh, and before I leave you
guys with the chronology, a reminder. Hit reply! It's as easy as
point, click, type a couple of lines, send, voila! Even just to
say you read it. Or to tell me you actually managed to make it
through all these end notes.
Futures Past Chronology:
01 - The Awakening (Oct 1997)
02 - The Light of Day (Jan 1998)
03 - My Funny Valentine (Feb 1998)