From trevizo@utep.edu Sun Sep 29 03:14:17 1996 Return-Path: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Received: from chaos.taylored.com (chaos.taylored.com [206.53.224.58]) by sh1.ro.com (8.7.6/8.6.9) with SMTP id KAA09255 for ; Sun, 29 Sep 1996 10:34:49 -0500 Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 29 Sep 1996 08:14:12 -0000 Delivered-To: x-files-fanfic-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 29 Sep 1996 08:14:10 -0000 Delivered-To: xff-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by uid 1003); 29 Sep 1996 08:13:55 -0000 Received: (qmail-queue invoked from smtpd); 29 Sep 1996 08:13:17 -0000 Received: from mail.utep.edu (trevizo@129.108.1.4) by chaos.taylored.com with SMTP; 29 Sep 1996 08:13:16 -0000 Received: by mail.utep.edu (1.37.109.16/16.2) id AA025474857; Sun, 29 Sep 1996 02:14:17 -0600 Date: Sun, 29 Sep 1996 02:14:17 -0600 (MDT) From: Gil Trevizo To: x-files-fanfic Subject: A Dancing Romance (1/1) by Sveta B'Nathla Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Precedence: bulk X-UIDL: 466157a87c811b088ab0d6d796c20267 I did not write this. Please send all comments to the author at (rhender@mail.portup.com). __________ / __ __ \ ( (__) (__) ) --------[[[---------]]]------------------------------------------------- Hi there! This is my first attempt at a fanfic and i'm warning you it's pretty cheezy but please read it! No spoilers. Rated G. Please please please please please email me at rhender@mail.portup.com Copyright crud: M and S belong to CC, 1013 and Fox Summary: An MSR. M and S go dancing and look into eachother's eyes and.... A Dancing Romance by: Sveta B'Nathla J. Edgar Hoover Building Basement Level August 27, 1996, 4:45 Dana Scully sat hunched over her desk, staring at paperwork, as she had been for the last 2 hours. She looked up at the clock-4:45. Only a few more minutes. Or maybe I can just leave now. Mulder's voice jerked her from her thoughts. "Hey Scully, feel like doing something tonight?" "Like what?" "It's a surprise." "This isn't anything *paranormal* is it?" "No." Scully's eyebrows shot up and considered it for a moment. This definitely wasn't something to pass up. "Hmm...when should I come by?" Mulder's face lit up with that little-boy smile. "6:30 is fine. Where something loose and comfortable." Scully wondered what was going on, but she didn't ask. 'I'll just let him have his fun,' she thought. "See you then." She grabbed her trenchcoat and walked out of the basement. 'She's going to love this,' Mulder thought, a sly grin on his face. Scully's apartment, 5:50 What to wear, what to wear. 'Something loose and comfortable,' the words echoed in her ear. Why was she having such a hard time with this? As she waded through the crowded closet a little voice said, 'Maybe it's because you're in love with him, Dana.' Oh shut up! she screamed at the little voice. 'You've controlled yourself this long. You don't even know if he feels the same way.' (Don't I own anything besides business suits?) She let out an exasperated sigh and finally decided on a relaxed pair of dark blue pants and a soft flower patterned v-neck tee. She looked in the mirror and combed her fiery red hair. 'You're not going to look any better, no matter what you do.' She took a deep breath and walked out towards her car. Mulder's apartment 6:25 Mulder paced back and forth in his apartment. 'Why did you invite her? Now you're really going to have a hard time keeping your feelings in.' Great just great. He would have to be on his best behavior in order not to let something slip. More pacing. More thinking. A knock at the door. It was her. "Scully, you're beautiful." He couldn't help it. Her radiant red hair and soulful green eyes were breathtaking. He yelled at himself and envisioned the line he was coming dangerously close to crossing. His toe touched the thin border. Scully lowered her head, attempting to hide her blushing cheeks. "Thanks." "Let's go." Putting his hand on the small of her back, he guided her towards the steps down to the car. "So...where are we going?" "Dancing. Specifically, folk dancing. I've been going every week for a few months now. Does wonders for the psyche." Scully pondered his words for an instant. Dancing, hm? I like to dance. And something tells me Mulder is a good dancing partner. She gazed at him as he drove. God, he's handsome. She abruptly looked away and told herself, 'Now don't get hung up on this. It's just an innocent invitation.' But what if it wasn't? What if Mulder feels the same way? It certainly seems likely. Maybe loosing control wouldn't be so bad. Mulder held the door for Scully as they entered the building. It was the Hart Park recreational facility. The dance room had a reasonable amount of people in it, mostly middle aged. As Mulder paid he and Scully's donation, an old, friendly looking man approached them. He bore a name tag reading, 'Stan'. "Hi Fox! This must be Dana!" Scully looked questioningly towards Mulder and regarded Stan. He seemed like an ordinary, happy old fellow, not like the paranoid Lone Gunman. A nice change in Mulder's choice of friends, she thought. "Nice to meet you, Stan," she said, as she donned her name tag reading 'Scully'. She noticed that Mulder's read 'Fox'. She looked at Mulder, giving him that inquisitive look of hers. "They're kind of on a first name basis here." He smiled. Scully shrugged her shoulders. This was definitely strange. He didn't like anyone calling him by his first name. Stan smiled and beckoned them towards the center of the floor where people were converging in a circle. "Come on, this is an easy one." Mulder took Scully's hand and linked onto the others. The music was a calm, soothing melody. The dance was a simple one, just a grapevine and a few walking steps. But all she could think about was how her hand was connected to Mulder's. It was warm, and the touch was light. She liked this small, extended contact. It wasn't much, but the small link sent shivers up her arm. 'This is really bad,' she thought. She wouldn't look at Mulder. Being in front of Mulder, she just kept facing right, the line of direction, and concentrated on the dance. 'Keep yourself in check, Dana Katherine.' Mulder knew the dance and did it automatically. He was concentrating on Scully. Her hand in his. She was so delicate, yet strong. Even her fingers were slender. She had a strange look on her face, like she was fighting an internal battle. But a beautiful face none the less. Radiant red hair. His brain snapped him back to reality. 'She's your partner! You can't get involved with her!' But his heart whispered back, 'you love her.' The dance was over far too quickly. The circle broke formation, but Scully was unwilling to break the connection. Neither was Mulder. They held eachother's hands and turned to look into eachother's eyes. They both looked the same way, mouths slightly open and eyes with a look of hope that the other was feeling the same way. Mulder blinked and said, "Come on, I'll introduce you to some people." He let go of her hand. After they talked to some of the other dancers, they did a few more dances like the first. Always the connection, always the thoughts that went with it. Then came the danger. A couple dance. A red light was flashing in Mulder's head. 'Just talk her through the dance and don't think about it,' he thought. Dana liked being in Mulder's embrace. She could smell the scent of him as they waltzed. His hand on the small of her back. Their eyes locked. Mulder just looked at her, admiring her beauty. The music ended. They were in a corner. Again the moment of looking at eachother. "Scully?" Her expression asked him, 'what?'. "Scully, I love you. I've always love you." I can't believe I just did that. I just blurted that out! She couldn't believe this was happening. She was flabbergasted but very happy. She made her decision. "Mulder, I love you too." His face broke into a wide smile, one of immense happiness and relief. "Kiss me Mulder." And he did. End of fanfic