From: PulledAScully@aol.com
Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2000 15:51:44 EST
Subject: "Anniversaries II--Now" by Angel-Wings Gaskins
Source: direct

Title: "Anniversaries II--Now"
Author: Angel-Wings Gaskins
Rating: G
Cater.: VR
Keywords: MSR, Mulder/Scully married, Mulder POV
Spoilers: none for TXF, but this is a follow-up to my 
    vignette, "Anniversaries" that can be found at my 
    site.  However, this can be viewed as a stand-alone.
Feedback: Yes, pweeze! PulledAScully@aol.com
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Description: How have six months turned into two years?
Disclaimer: not mine, thoughts are.

Notes: When I beg for feedback, ya'll work magic <g>  This 
is for all those who have taken the time to write and for 
all those who read my work and enjoy it.  Kudos to yous!
~*~Angel~*~

"Anniversaries II--Now"
by Angel-Wings Gaskins
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"On Earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it."
--Jules Renard

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

    My wife is beautiful.  She's perfect in every sense
of the word.  Her heart is pure, her skin milky and soft,
her eyes full of love and hope for the future.

    She smiles at me from across the room, rolling her
eyes as she notices I'm staring.  "Mulder, you're not 
getting any work done doing... that."

    "I can't help it, Scully.  I'm thinking."

    She rests her head atop her hand, which is propped 
up by her arm, bent at the elbow against her wooden desk.
"About what?" she questions.

    "Our baby."  She grins, causing my heart to skip a
beat.  "God, Scully, I can't wait nine months to see her."

    That recieves a raised eyebrow in my direction.  
"Her?"

    "Just a guess."  She nods to me and starts back at
her work.  Her hair drowns out most of her face, creating a
fiery curtain.  Our baby, only weeks old, is growing inside
her, becomig part of us.

    The pictures on my desk grow every day in amount.
Each day is a new memory, an event to be cast to mind in our
elaborate story book.  I don't know how it will end, I'm 
just content in playing a part in this divine literature.

    Just two weeks ago we were off somewhere on a case,
away from our familar home.  We discussed life and rebirth,
our children.  I never expected this.  Scully, our child, 
this life, all of this is more than I could have ever 
dreamed of, more than I could have ever hoped.

    I remember our six month wedding anniversary.  We
celebrated simply, but it meant so much more.  It was a
revelation for me, an awakening.  I discovered that I am
truly happy.  That word once seemed so foreign to me, now I
use it to describe my entire existence.  With my love by my
side, it will be used much more often.

    We're closer now than ever before.  My sister is 
alive and well, a mother with a young child of her own and a
loving husband.  I revel in the fact that she still has the
right of breath each time I call her, that Samantha is 
alive.  The conspiracies will soon be exposed, and nothing
could be more right.

    Scully, my wife for almost two full years now, 
tosses her head back and smiles at me, rubbing her eyes from
the dim light in our office.  "Tired?" I ask.

    She shrugs and yawns, beckoning a chuckle to release
from within me.  I stand and offer her my tan jacket that
she's claimed as her own, and we both walk out of the 
confinements of our office, my hand coaxing her back.

    The walk from the basement is silent, but she leans
her head against my shoulder as we wait alone in the hall 
for the elevator.  I kiss her hairline and sigh contentedly
against her forehead.

    "Mulder?" she says softly.

    "Yeah, baby?"

    She lifts her head from my shoulder to get a good
glimpse at me, her gaze locking with my own.  Her eyes are
full of trust and love, and my heart swells at the sight.
"Thank you," she says simply.

    "For what?"

    Her hand rises to cup my cheek and I lean into the
warmth as she speaks.  "For being you.  For loving me.  
Thank you."

    And I do love her.  I tell her so and kiss her 
deeply, trying to convey all these feelings into the passion
of our kiss.  I don't even realize I'm crying until she 
gently wipes at my shed tears and kisses that spot on my
forehead.  She pulls me into the open elevator, which has
arrived unkowingly.

    My life is perfect.  Yes, there were the hard times,
the times when I would have given anything to just have it
all come to an end.  But I'm glad I didn't.  I trudged on,
my love by my side, and I survived.  I went through hell and
back and I survived.

    And all I can think as I bring my wife's lips to 
mine is that I'm happy, that this is perfect.  That we'll
survive.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~THE END~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I got a song in my head... "Tell 'em we're survivors!  Life
is a highway..."  Reminds me of my favourite fanfic my Punk
Maneuverability, "Escape Speed".  If you haven't read it, do
so.  It's awesome ;o)

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