Date: Wed, 21 Jul 1999 14:45:42 +0100
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative

TITLE: Creative Writing
AUTHOR: Annette Gisby
EMAIL: annette.gisby@which.net
SUMMARY: What was Mulder so engrossed in?
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully UST
CATEGORY: Vignette
Feedback: pretty please?
CREATIVE WRITING

"Scully? Are you coming for lunch?" Mulder leaned back in his chair,
lacing his fingers behind his head.

"Er, no. I want to get this finsihed first." Scully hoped he didn't
hear the lie for what it was. She did have something to finish, but
it wasn't the report she was working on.

"Okay. See you in an hour. Do you want me to bring you back anyhthing?"

"No. I'll grab something later, I'm not that hungry." Scully turned
back to her computer and heard him leave. Once she was sure that
he was gone and that he hadn't forgotten anything, she went over to
his desk and sat in his chair.

She'd seen him put it in the third drawer down, so that's the one she
tried first. Mulder must really have trusted her. It wasn't locked.
Feeling a little guilty as well as excited, she took out the bound
notebook. Mulder had been scribbling in it all morning. She wondered
what on earth had kept him so busy that any questions from her about
aliens and conspiracies had been met with little more than a grunt.

She opened the first page, and her breath caught in her throat. There,
in the flyleaf were written two words.

"For Scully."

For Scully? He'd written it for her? Why would he want to write
something for her? Couldn't he talk to her about it? She turned the
pages, the first few were covered in writing which had been scribbled
out. Obviously he hadn't been happy with whatever it was. On the
sixth page she found it. A poem. To her.

//To Scully,

If the sun stopped shining
and its golden light just died
I would not even notice
if you were by my side

If everywhere were frozen
and heat and warmth were banned
I'd still feel a fire in me
each time I held your hand

If there were no more music
I'd still be filled with glee
Because to me your voice is
The sweetest melody

If all nature's beauty
disappeared without a trace,
my eyes would remain sated
gazing at your pretty face

If hopes and dreams were outlawed,
it wouldn't make me blue,
for I am very lucky,
you are my dream come true

You're gorgeous and your special,
a wondrous sight to see
I feel I've known you all my life,
You're everything to me. //

Her throat was raw, trying to hold back the tears which threatened
to flow. It was beautiful, all the more so because Mulder had written
it. Written it to her. No-one had ever written her a poem before. She
felt honoured, and then felt guilty for snooping. If Mulder had
wanted her to read it, he would have given it to her.

Obviously he was afraid to take their relationship beyond the very
good friendship they had, so she would respect his wishes. She closed
the drawer and dried her eyes.

As she went back to her computer, she didn't notice Mulder lurking in
the shadows by the door. He'd left the drawer open deliberately. He'd
wanted Scully to find the poem, wanted her to know how he felt about
her.

"Hi, Scully. Everything okay?"

"Yes, Mulder. Everythings fine."

So why hadn't she said anything about the poem? God, what a fool he'd
been. She'd read the poem, but that was it. She didn't feel the same
way, that's why she hadn't said anything.

He sat down facing her, trying not to cry. It wasn't supposed to be
like this, but then what did he expect? Scully would never love him.
He couldn't blame her.

"Scully?"

"Yes?"

"Oh, nothing. It doesn't matter."

There was silence, ecept for the incessant tapping of Scully's
keyboard. He sighed and got back to work.

That was all they'd ever have.

END