From: scullychic@bolt.com Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2000 13:38:46 -0700 Subject: A couple of stories, thanks much %) Source: direct Title - A Cold, Dark Place Part I Author - Liz Catherine Huberman Rating - G, PG if you have virgin ears.... (who doesn't, hehe) Classification -VR - Vignette/Romance Spoilers - umm...lemme check...nope Keywords - M/S Romance Summary - Mulder's lost it. He's being a stubborn %&*@$ and won't 'fess up that he loves Scully, even though the first line says it all- OH! and don't forget to check out Scully's view on it all.... part II... He loved her and he knew it. But he still he constantly interrogated himself. Do you really? Of course I do. She is everything I've ever wanted. She's beautiful. She's mine for the taking. But she isn't yours, you told her you loved her, and then what did she do? She threw it in my face. That's right. She might care for you. She might trust you. She might even like you a little more than she should. But she will never ever in a million years love anything like you. These were his thoughts as he stared at her blankly in their basement office. Her flaming red hair was slicked against her porcelain doll face, framing her delicate features. She was hunched over her work at her own, unaware of the burning stare of her partner. It really isn't fair, the constant humming of her in his mind, and he cannot do a goddam thing about it. Not one goddam thing. She buzzed around like a bug in his ear, one that could not be swatted away so easily. It was a bug that he had caught, an illness that he had become addicted to. One that there was no cure for. God, I wish I was immune to her, he thought to himself, sitting in the cave of his mind. She had no idea what he felt for her, no clue in hell whatsoever, and that's what killed him. Tell her again. Are you crazy? No, I really think it would a pretty damn good- Yea, and then she'll laugh again. She deserves someone better than you. I mean, look at you, Spooky. just look at you. You live like a frat boy, week old milk rotting away in your fridge, Hustler and Playboy magazines stacked miles high in your closet, movies full of pornographic filth sitting in your desk drawers- But I've thrown most of them out- Bullshit. And when was the last time you actually had a good relationship with someone? There was that woman who I met when she was missing- A human, frat boy. See what I'm saying? You chase after things that aren't there, feeling for the truth in a dark cold room that you won't get out of ever, while she...... she just sits at her desk, trying to move on with her life, trying to forget that she's two steps away from being in that same cold, dark place as you. And do you know what the sad part is? What? You've let her, you pig. You've let her be sucked into this warp that you couldn't help but be born into. You've ruined her life DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO HER?! "JUST SHUT UP!" He shouted aloud. He didn't mean to do that. Oh, God, he thought, and she looked over at him with on eyebrow raised. Staring at him for not more than a few seconds, she soon turned back to her current work. Did you see that? Huh? Did you see what just happened? What the hell are you talking about? She knows you're crazy. She knows it, and it doesn't bother her. Now she's just numb to your insanity. That's it, I'm going home, and going to sleep. You make me sick. Because it's easier to walk away from it all, isn't it, Spooky? He stood up, grabbed his small brown leather briefcase, and said to her, "Cover for me," as he stormed out the door of the cold dark basement office. And he didn't even hear her say, "I love you too." Fini Check out part II, too!! AND DON'T FORGET TO WRITE ME! PLEASE!!! shipper_liz@hotmail.com Title - A Cold Dark Place, Part II Author - Liz Catherine Huberman Rating - G, PG if u really think so..... Classification - VR - Vignette/Romance Spoilers - Nope Keywords - They're just playing mind games again... Summary - OK, it's Scully's turn to reflect on Mulder and approach her "rational irrational" side "Starbuck's View" "The victim was undoubtedly killed by asphyxiation, although the motive of the murderer is lacking, and evidence seems to be even more scarce. The only witness was the......" T-Tap.. Rat-tat-tap.....she typed away on her laptop about the latest case she and her partner had been assigned to. This morning seemed unlike every other morning: the sunlight pierced through the small opening that resembled a miniature window (although no one could ever convince her of that fact);the files were stacked miles high everywhere you turned; he was throwing pencils up at the ceiling (the immature bastard); and she typed away as the harsh flourescent lights glared down into the drafty basement office. It's a wonder I haven't ever gotten ill from the cold down here, she mused; that I haven't died. She smirked a bit.... not enough for him to ever notice, she concluded to herself bitterly. I shouldn't be like that. He's a good guy..... Here we go again the little voice in the back of her head announced. Okay, so he's a great- Forgive me for intervening, Starbuck, but you really don't know what you've got in him, do you? Don't start with me, she argued with herself. One thing she knew was that the human brain could hold up to eight thoughts at a time. So somewhere in that plotting mind of hers lurked both the rational side and irrational side of her thought process. And she had no idea which voice right now was the rational one. It's true. He's totally in love with you. He is in pain just sitting here without spilling his guts out to you. Now she knew who was irrational at least. Or she hoped. So instead, my Oxford graduate partner plays dumb and sits there throwing pencils at the ceiling, is that right? He is a smart guy... I give you that much. So he's 'playing dumb'. Get it? Are you expecting me to believe that No, I have never expected you to believe anything, Mrs. Spooky. Before she could react, her partner blurted out, "JUST SHUT UP!" He read your mind. You two are connected. Don't make me flip out, too. He's already lost it, she maintained as she peered up from her typing to glance at him for a quick second. She felt her cheeks flush as their eyes met, but promptly stomached her- CRUSH! Shut UP! You are so annoying! Where the hell did you come from, anyway? I'm the one who tells you what you should believe. I'm your irrational rational side, a.k.a. instinct. I'm the one that tells you things like: "That was a U.F.O." or "He is coming on to you." or even the occasional "The truth is out there." Yea, okay..... that's nice, I have to get back to typing now. You are typing, Starbuck. And sure enough, as she focused back on the real world, stepping out of the caverns of her mind where she spoke to this so-called "instinct" that she possessed, her fingers were still banging away on her keyboard. Okay, so what if I feel something for him? He could get a lot of women. But he wants you. I do, don't I? Yep, you're a goner. She felt so alone, now. She'd faced up to all of her emotions for this man in just a few seconds. And now she was alone. In a barren desert where the harsh wind blew hard and cold, and sand whipped into her face and stung her eyes, and the sun beat down on her soul like a vicious fire that would never leave her alone. All she needed to escape was to tell him, and to get to a better place, a cool oasis where breathtaking flowers bloomed and the water flowed clear and cool, was to have him tell her the same. She was catapulted back into reality, though, at his last words before he abandoned the basement office: "Cover for me." What she didn't hear was him utter, "I love you," as he exited. And he never heeded her when she replied, "I love you, too." Fini FEEDBACK PLEASE!!! no one ever writes me.... i'm sooooo damned lonely! shipper_liz@hotmail.com