From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 11 Aug 2002 22:36:44 -0000
Subject: The Dance, by SLS (1/1) by SLS
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Title: The Dance
by SLS
Classification: MSR, Vignette
Spoilers: Post-Modern Prometheus 
Rating: PG-13 if that
Written: July 30, 2002
Posted: August 11, 2002 
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. D'uh.

Summary: "All of our obstacles, heartache, and 
triumph since we've known each another...it all seems 
to melt away as we move together on the dance floor."

Feedback: I'd love it. Send to siriasl@yahoo.com

Notes: When a member of the IWTB mailing list 
celebrates a birthday, Char Chaffin writes a birthday 
fic for him or her. Since she began, she's written 
over 50 stories - each one tailored to the 
individual. So, for her birthday, on August 4, 21 
listmembers (led by the fabulous ga) wrote Char a 
birthday fic. The result is titled "Oooh, Baby," of 
which this is my contribution. You can read the whole 
thing on Ephemeral or at ga's website 
(http://users.rcn.com/garrull/OoohBaby.txt). 

Archive: Please ask first. 

Thanks: First to ga for coming up with the wonderful 
idea and asking me to be a part of it. Next, I thank 
the writers I was privileged to share company with 
this story. I'm so proud of the result! Finally, a 
big thanks to Char - the lady who's in a class all 
her own. I love you, sweetie, and am proud to know 
you as a writer and honored to call you a dear 
friend.  



The Dance
by SLS

'Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the 
middle of the pouring rain...' 

The sounds of Marc Cohn's "Walking in Memphis" fade 
into the background. Mulder holds me close as his 
eyes bear into mine with deep intensity. I blush 
under his gaze and look down, feeling my face warm 
up. 

"One more?" he asks as I start to let go and sit back 
down. Smiling, I nod as the next song drifts through 
the speakers.

'I'll always remember the song they were playing. The 
first time we danced and I knew...' Anne Murray's 
soft, smooth voice plays over the hall. Placing one 
hand at the small of my back, Mulder takes my right 
hand in his left and pulls me even closer. 

Listening to the lyrics, I look into Mulder's eyes, 
feeling as though this song was written just for us. 
All of our obstacles, heartache, and triumph since 
we've known each another...it all seems to melt away 
as we move together on the dance floor. I feel an 
involuntary shiver go through me. 

His hand now rests over mine, near his heart, and his 
other hand is still settled on my back. My fingers 
softly rake up and down his back. I rest my head 
against his chest as the song plays in the 
background. 

'Could I have this dance for the rest of my life? 
Would you be my partner every night? ...' 

Mulder tucks my head snugly under his chin and I feel 
him breathing deeply in and out. His heartbeat slows 
to a comfortable rate and my own falls in beat as my 
eyes slip shut. 

'I'll always remember that magic moment. When I held 
you close to me...' 

I feel cocooned in his arms. Safe. Protected. Loved. 
Nothing could touch me now. No cancer. No pain. No 
loss. 

'As we moved together, I knew forever. You're all 
I'll ever need...' 

Mulder leans down, hovering over my ear. "You're all 
I need, Baby," he whispers. 

'Could I have this dance for the rest of my life? 
Would you be my partner every night?...' 

He pulls away and looks into my eyes again. "Was this 
the ending you hoped for, Scully?" he asks with a 
hint of a grin.

'When we're together it feels so right. Could I have 
this dance for the rest of my life?...' 

I look at him for a long time, not knowing how to put 
my answer into words. Standing on my tiptoes, I place 
a soft kiss on his full lips. Mulder weaves his 
fingers into my hair and holds my head close, to 
deepen the kiss into one more urgent. More 
passionate. Just perfect. 

"Does that answer your question?" I ask when we part 
to breathe. Mulder grins again. 

"Absolutely, Baby. Absolutely."