From: PulledAScully@aol.com
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2000 17:39:50 EST
Subject: xfc: "Believer"
Source: xfc

From: PulledAScully@aol.com

This was written BEFORE Diana's 'death', I was just reorganizing my fic and 
found it ;o)

TITLE: "Believer"
BY: Angel-Wings Gaskins
CATERGORIES/KEY.: SR, MSR, G
SUMMARY: The songs of our lives.
SPOILERS: Nope
DISCLAIMER: Nuthin's mine

"Believer"
by Angel-Wings Gaskins
Mulder stared at his ex from across the room, quietly swirling
in his new chiar and dreaming about his partner.  She had left
him for the Crime Lab today and, oddly enough, up showed dear
old Diana.  She had first sat at Scully's desk but Mulder had
directed her to the 'guest' chair, telling her that that was
Scully's desk, not hers.  She just nodded and smiled
nonchalantly, making him sick and wanting to drudge up to the
second floor where the red-head of his dreams was waiting with
an Erlenmeyer flask and a smile.

"So..." Diana mumbled, trying to cut through the palpatating
silence.  Mulder was annoyed that she interrupted his thoughts.

"So?"  She bowed her head as if he had just said something
nastier than an overused two letter word.

"I really am sorry, you know."  He raised an eyebrow in
response.  "About leaving and all."  He nodded solemnly,
seriously not wanting to be having this conversation when
Scully walked in.

"Forget it, Diana."

She nodded again and forced herself to meet his eyes.  "About
Dana--"

"What about her?"

"Just that, well...  It's like that poster, Mulder."  She
glanced at the fading 'I Want to Believe' poster on his 
office wall.  He gave her a questioning look.  Diana
sighed and continued.  "You've had that poster long before
we met, long before we were together.  At first we didn't
share the same feelings for each other, but eventually we did.
But with you and her, it seems as if the feelings were there
from the beginning, from both of you."

"Does this story have a point, Diana?"  He glanced at his
watch.  Scully was due back any moment and he didn't want her
to see the monster babbling on across from him.

"Fox--"

"Mulder," he stated matter of factly.

"Whatever.  The point is you never really believed with me,
you never *really* believed in the conspiracies.  You only
*wanted* to.  But it seems now, with her, you *do* believe."
She watched his lips lift into a smile as his partner walked
in.  She nodded towards Diana and smiled at Mulder.

"Then I saw her face.  -Bum bum bum bum- Now I'm a believer!"
he sang as Scully laughed nervously.  Diana cringed at his
ironic words and stood to leave.  She didn't even bother 
saying good-bye.  Scully put her hand on Mulder's forehead
and he smiled, knowing she was only kidding.

"What was that all about?" she asked, dreading the answer.

"Agent Fowley just fealt like stating the obvious, I guess,"
he said while pulling his partner into an embrace.  He 
kissed her lightly, still growing used to their only month old
new found relationship.  She wrapped her arms around his neck
and sighed contentedly.

"And what is the obvious, Mulder?"  He smiled softly and
nuzzled hr hair, enjoying how short she was only because she
fir so easily under his chin.

"That you're the only girl who can hold me back and make me
believe."

"But, Mulder, you would and you *did* believe without me.  I
just hold you back."  He shook his head and pulled her
closer.

"Nah, Scully.  You make me believe the truths by showing me
the lies.  See?"

She responded with a kiss and a tight squeeze of his hand.
"If that was so obvious, how come I never knew about it?"
He laughed and led her silently to the door, his eyes never
losing contact with her own.

"Well, Scully, I figured the Beatles would have gotten the
message to you by now."

"The Beatles?"  She nodded remembering the tune he sang as
she had entered their office.  "As long as it's not Elvis."

He ignored the comment and led her out the door.  "Tell me,
Scully."

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me what makes you a believer."

"What makes you so sure I'm a believer?  Aren't I the only
the skeptic here?"

"Scully, seven years together proves to me you're a believer.
I know everything about you, and this is one thing I know.
So tell me."

"Whatever you say, Mulder.  I'm a believer.  Happy now?"

"With you, always."  She smiled as they trotted down the now
deserted FBI hallway towards the elevator.  "Now tell me
your song."  She rolled her eyes as the elevator slowly
lowered in its descent.

"My song?"

"Come on, Scully.  What's your song?  About us, I mean."

"About us?" she asked nervously.  He nodded and she swallowed
her hesitation.  "Remember a few years back when we went to
see Cher?"  He nodded again and she continued.  "That song we
danced to?  That's mine."  He laughed and she punched him in
the arm.

"Ow, Scully.  That hurt."

"Well, what did you expect?  Elvis?"

"Scully, if you had said Elvis I think I'd die a happy man."

"At least one of us would."  Mulder kissed her forehead as
the elevator stopped.

"That's my song too, Scully.  I've always had a thing for
'Walkin' in Memphis'."  She laughed against his arm and
sighed.  "But that was before I met you.  Now if the song
was Walkin' with Scully..."  She laughed.  "But who needs
songs when you have the flesh and blood by you always?"

They smiled together as they exited the elevator in unison.

Singing.

---FIN---

They had to have a song!
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