From: ClassyLassy9@hotmail.com
Date: Sun, 07 Feb 1999 22:18:16 GMT
Subject: My 1st fanfic: "ADDICTED"

hello! i'm a new member here, so hi all! this is my very first fanfic, so be
gentle! :o) oh and there were some complaints about the formatting of it, so i
tried spacing it out a little.....bear with me, i'm pretty computer-dumb!
enjoy!
- melissa

*************************ADDICTED***************************************

Fine. I admit it. Call me egotistical, narcissistic, self-righteous,
obsessive-

compulsive. I'll give you that. I've spent my whole fucking life in a
basement,

chasing UFO's and ghosts and invisible telepathic psycho-vampires like I'm

fucking Batman or something. I'm an addict, so sue me. An

addict...addicted...trapped. Writhing in an intricate little web I call
Scully.

She's the reason I'm still here, you konw, still waving my gun around like a

lunatic and still fastened to the belief that some form of rational Truth is

still Out There. But you know something? I like it. Oh yeah, I like it a lot.
I

don't mind the stares, the wise-cracks, the sneers of every dumbfuck that
makes

up the Federal Bureau as Spooky Mulder strolls on by. I still have my Scully.

My dignity (what's left of it), my hope, my will is in her, in the flames that

dance wildly between our eyes. Hiding in the inaudible conversations, we share

and find our own Truth buried inside the hypnotising depths of silence. So
much

fire has passed between us since that shadowy morning when that cocky young

redhead waltzed into my poor excuse for an office and grasped my heart in her

hands like a demon its flames. So much fire...so much unspoken
expression...and

yet I am so unsatisfied. That night in the hallway of my apartment, when she

looked at me with those fiery eyes welled up with tears, I was so hungry I

could taste her. I could feel her mouth collapse into mine and melt into me

warm and soft and sweet. It took more will than I have ever summoned not to

seize her in my arms and fuck her so hard that the only word left on her name

was my name. There was so much in her eyes in that hallway. All the deepened

looks and *meaningless* touches swirled into millions of brilliant beads of

blue. God, Scully's eyes. So much depth and courage and strength that can
strip

a man bare to the bone with the lift of an eyebrow. But when I leaned in for

her, tried to capture some of her fiery passion to call my own, I saw all that

fall away, layer by layer, until a vulnerable, wide-eyed child stood staring
up

at me like I was the boogie-man. But I swear I saw a flash in her eyes, the

exact moment she knew. I swear I saw a flame of desire curl and lick at her

lashes. I swear I saw her gently close her eyes and I SWEAR she would've
kissed

me back. But that shock in her eyes, as she seemed to realise I was swooping
in

for the kill, made my heart race with rage. Don't you know, Scully? I wanted
to

scream. Haven't you seen me loose myself in your eyes every time our glances

meet? Don't you remember all the times I've stumbled over my words and my
wise-

cracks as if there was a little more in my statements than humor? Have I been

such a selfish bastard that you couldn't possibly know how dependent I am of

you, how something inside me whithers every time you add another lost night of

sleep to your burden because of my crusades? You feed my hunger, Scully, when

you're there. All the answers in the world couldn't compare to the knowledge

that you stand next to me on my quest. Dammit, Scully. I'm an addict. I'm

addicted to you. And there's no way on earth I'm giving you up. Even if you
end

up killing me, Scully.


I wonder what the board of directors would say if they heard that they have a
world class, state-of-the-art drug-dealer representing the Bureau......