From: "ua0668" Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2000 11:30:11 +0100 Subject: Fanfic submission Source: direct Title: Carpe cerevisi Author: Apartment1013 E-mail: apartment1013@hotmail.com URL: http://www.geocities.com/apartment1013 Classification: MSR, UST, Angst Spoilers: Fight the future, Rainman, and Arcadia. Summary: Scully's speech from 'Rainman' concerning relationships brings some interesting thoughts to mind, as she tries to be honest with herself about her emotions. Archive: Anywhere Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully are not mine. If they were mine do you think you'd be reading this on a technically not-entirely-legal web-site? Hell no!! You'd be seeing it, or some variation of it, on the T.V. screen every Sunday at nine o'clock. Please understand, no infringement is intended, and I am making no money from this, hence I am broke, so please don't sue me!! In this story I have also mentioned lines and characters from Seize the night, by Dean Koontz. Once again, no infingement is intended. Author's note: For six years I have lived for the showings of The X Files, and for Mulder and Scully's relationship. Heading into the sixth season however, it began to dawn on me that that was never gonna happen. On TV. That is the reason why I started writing this so that I could have it happen in some sense or form. But after writing part one, I had exams etc, and I never got round to finishing it. Until, a year later I dragged it out from the depths of my hard drive, did a bit of a re-vamp, and decided to finish it. But just literally days before I started on it I was part of an out-and-out war at my favourite forum, between the shippers and noromos. And while I'm stubborn, I can see other people's point of view, and since then it has become more and moe difficult to actually see Mulder and Scully progressing beyond their first kiss, or the first time they have sex, or whatever. And I have one person to thank for that: A Mr Richard Long. So any of you unhappy with the way this ends? You know who to blame!! :) When I write I always try to stay true to the charecters, but find it difficult at times when dealing with thought, as I actually have very little idea about either Mulder's, or Scully's thought process. So if you have any suggestions, then mail them to me at: apartment1013@hotmail.com And so... I have rambled enough, on with the tale.... *g* ********************** Carpe cerevisi By Apartment1013 ********************** "'Took them where?' Instead of answering me, he said, 'Carpe cerevisi.' 'Meaning?' 'Seize the beer.' I took an icy bottle from the cooler and passed it to him, hesitated, and then opened a beer for myself. 'Not wise to drink and drive,' I reminded him. 'It's the Apocalypse. No rules.' After taking a long swallow, I said, 'I bet God likes beer. Of course, He'd have a chauffeur.'" Seize the night, by Dean Koontz ********************** Part I ********************** 'Well, it seems to me, that the best relationships, the ones that last, are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship' Well if that was the case, they were destined to last forever; not that she' d ever know. Dana had never had a way with men, relationships scared her. At high school she was too busy treating the guys like potential boyfriends, which made her nervous and self-conscious around them. This resulted in few dates and fewer boyfriends throughout her collage and university years as well. When she moved into the working environment men were 'colleagues'. She was too busy trying to hold her own in an 'all-boys-club' to even consider dating one of them. She had however had a few serious relationships in her time. There had been her college professor, though that had never been practical. And then there was Brad. She'd been dating him for nearly a year before she had been assigned to the X files. After the X files, after Mulder, she'd become close to obsessed. Her love life was nil, her social life practically non-existent, and her family life put on hold. Scully had had a total of about two dates over the last five and a half years, although that had nothing to do with her fear of commitment, or her wariness of men in general. 'Like a switch has been flicked somewhere . . .' In fact it would be more truthful to say that she was saving herself for the right man. One particular man. Friendship. In all her life Scully had never experienced a friendship as deep, and meaningful as the one she and Mulder shared. It was one of the few constants in her life, aside from the unknown-unexplained-phenomena that she and Mulder dealt with everyday. Though that hardly counted as a constant as it was unknown. Mulder. Hardly boyfriend . . . or husband . . . material. He was obsessive with his work, was attracted to too many women – and, if the rumours were correct, he was too easily lead into bed by strangers. He was stubborn, arrogant, and selfish. 'And the person who was just a friend, is suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.' Despite all that, somewhere along the line she had become attracted to him. Was it his rugged good looks? His tenderness? His support? His vulnerability? She wasn't, however, entirely sure whether or not he felt any attraction towards her, let alone anything similar to what she was beginning to realise she was feeling. Is it in his eyes? Could be. His green eyes were so deep, and clear, and full of emotion. Surely she would be able to see it in is eyes . . . Oh no that's not the way; you're not listening to what I say. So . . . what? Was it the way that he constantly flirted with her? Or was that just his way of winding her up . . ? If you want to know, if he loves you so . . . Yes. . ! It's in his kiss. Oh great!! That's where it is. Just great. Like she'd ever find out through that. She could just imagine it: She finally plucks up the courage, grabs him, kisses him, realises that he doesn't feel the same way; and poof, there goes the perfect partnership, and friendship. Just great. Okay, so she knew that she liked him and, to be honest, she was fairly sure that he liked her; so why didn't she make a move? Because the problem with Scully was that she was very conscious of the rules. Not that you'd know given the direction that Mulder often took their work. So granted, sometimes she veered away from the rules, even bent them at times, but it was in aid of the truth; and deep down she needed the rules. Rules. Rules kept them apart. It was against the bureau's policy to allow male and female agents to consort together, especially partners. Partners in the wrong sense of the word. God knows that there had been plenty of opportunities for them to get closer, for her to make her move. To seize the day. Carpe diem. Or, in the words of Chris and Bobby, Carpe cerevisi. Seize the beer. Scully could feel the corners of her mouth twitching at her inner smile. Seize the night, by Dean Koontz. A book she'd recently read. Not her usual taste, but she'd read part one, 'Fear Nothing', when she'd found it on one of Melissa's book shelves. Reading Melissa's books somehow made her feel closer to her lost sister. Lost brother, lost sister, lost father. Two deaths and an alienation. Scully had lost her father, and she had lost her sister, who had taken her bullet. Her brother Charles had been lost for a long time. Sure they spoke, well wrote actually, but she hadn't seen him for a long time. Long, long time. And then, of course, there was Bill. Always trying to do right by mom. Couldn't stand Mulder. Luckily Mulder was thick skinned. Mulder. It all comes back to Mulder. Being with Mulder. Around Mulder. In Mulder's arms. Kissing his forehead. Looking into his eyes. Feeling his breath on her lips as his mouth descended on hers. The touch of his top lip grazing her bottom lip. The sting of that damn bee. Damn bee. Nothing much had been said about that particular night, though they had made references to it. They'd just avoided it, not dealt with it. And it had got to the point where she needed to deal with it. Seize the day. Carpe cerevisi. Those were the words to which she drifted off to sleep on. ************************* "I looked up the word for beer. Bobby had said, Carpe cerevisi. Seize the beer. Cerevisi appeared to be correct. We had been friends so long that I knew Bobby had never sat through a class in Latin. Therefore, I was touched. The apparent effort that he had taken to mock me was a sign of true friendship." Seize the night, by Dean Koontz ************************** If you made it this far, then thanx. I would appreciate feed back of any sort. Whether you found this compulsive reading, or deadly boring, write and tell me: apartment1013@hotmail.com. I am working on a sequel, but I'm finding it difficult to be as true to the characters as I want to be, so bear with me.