From: sweetlifex@aol.com (Sweetlifex)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: Revised: "Difference" by SweetlifeX (dulce)
Date: 5 Aug 1995 21:40:14 -0400


authour's foreword:
this *story* (scenes of a story, well, it's not really a story...oh,
you'll see) takes place in parallel worlds, in which the relationship
between Mulder and Scully differ slightly or dramatically within each
world. these scenes explore the realms of *the relationship*. pay
attention to the subheading's, or you'll get lost. Characters and the
x-files are property of Chris carter, Ten thirteen productions ("I made
this!"), and the Fox Brodcasting Company. No copyright infringment is
intended. Again, if you are looking for quality science-fiction, then
discontinue reading, this is the wrong place.
 =  =  =  =  =  =  =  =  =  =
"Difference"
by dulce vita
sweetlifex@aol.com
comments are very welcomed and very encouraged.
enjoy, boys and girls.=)
*3rd piece of fanfiction. if you like this one, the others would be
enjoyed. requests go to the author.*


9:32 pm
FBI headquarters
parallel one

        Agent Fox Mulder sits at his desk, looking at his tie. *Maybe*, he
thought, *I should have worn the plaid one*. He shakes his head, not
believing he actually is thinking about that. He glances at Scully,
sitting in his chair, going through the file.
        "So, what you're saying is, Mulder," she says slowly and
carefully,"that you think this is inevitable?"
        "Well, yes, just look at all of this evidence. I mean, who would
have not already suspected the phenomena had been-"
        "Mulder, I know, but do you really think that that's what
happened?" 
He stares at her. "You know I do."
Scully stands to face him. "I guess we're going to New Orleans then."

In the car, 
Highway 810

        Mulder is looking out the window while Scully is at the wheel. She
looks over at him. "Are you feeling okay?"
He turns and forces a smile. "Yeah, just tired."
        "What's new," She mumbles. "When are we not tired?"
        The ride is a quiet one, unusually silent for a routine trip.
Mulder is up for a while, before he gives in to a short nap. Scully
drives, thinking her usual thoughts, about her job, about the case, about
Mulder. Scully had always known how important Mulder was to her, as a
partner, as a friend, and she only recently began to understand that
importance. She knew that he trusted her, with everything, and that she
trusted him. She'd had spent almost every waking moment with this man, and
how could she not feel such gratitude towards him? He had saved her life,
multiple times, and she had risked hers for his, a risk she was willing to
take. 
       When Mulder awoke, he had looked over at Scully and blinked. He had
just been dreaming about her, about their last case and how well she
handled the whole thing. Mulder knew what a important role Scully played
with the x-files. He knew that without her, he would get almost nothing
done, because it was almost as if he needed her to think, let alone *do*
anything. She played that role for him, that irreplaceable role that only
belonged to her and no one else. It was almost better than a romantic
relationship, because he needed her, in a way that had more importance
than any other need. Of course, the other thought had crossed his mind
too, but he decided it would only screw things up, complicating matters.
They had hard enough of a time admitting that a friendship exisited, but
they both knew it, so there was no use going against it. This special bond
that they had...it was different.
     And when Mulder looks over at her at this moment, she knows too, she
knew everytime they looked at each other that this special bond that they
had...it was different. 


9:32 pm
Dana's apartment
parallel 2

         "Fox, come sit with me." Dana calls to him from the couch. It had
been five months since she met Fox, since she had met him at that party,
and everything was going better than she'd expected. She had been so lucky
to meet someone like him, someone so intelligent, someone so sexy, she
couldn't take her eyes off him. She could feel herself falling for him, it
was inevitable.
        "Okay," He says, coming from the kitchen. Placing a silver bowl of
popcorn in front of her, he stops and just takes the time to look at her.
He thought she had been so pretty when he first saw her, and even now,
months later, she looks better than ever. He had been searching for
someone like her his whole life, and now that he had finally found her,
now that he had found the truth, he wasn't going to let it go. 
She giggles at his stares. "What? What is it?"
       "Nothing." He sits and smiles.
       "Fox-" She is  going to say it, she really is.
       "Yes?"
        Their eyes meet, and they can feel the glance penetrating deep
into each other's eyes. The heat takes over right there. The popcorn,
apartment, couch- everything dissapears right then except for the two.
Their bodies are so close, almost touching. Lips so close, almost
touching...then suddenly, they are. The kiss is magic, just like the first
time in the car. The heat takes over and leaves nothing but thoughts of
genuine unexpressed love, care, and feeling. He has her clothes off in a
second, and he lays them beside her, not torn them off like it was sex. He
knows that they are making deep love, not sex. And Dana, she felt for this
man, she feels for him like there is no other feeling. He brings her to
her feet, slowly guides her to her room, where he lays her on the bed
gently while kissing her so intimately. 

     Fox awakes first, in the middle of the night. At first he is unaware
that he is holding her, his body intertwined with hers, a tangled mass of
two bodies. He remembers then, and he sighs with relief, to know that,
indeed not, it wasn't another dream. Not meaning to wake her, he slips out
of her grasp as gently as he can and repositions himself so that he can
look at her face. He gently tucks her hair behind her ear, a simple
gesture, and she is awake. Or maybe she was already awake, she just opened
her eyes. He could no longer tell the difference anymore, because she was
so peaceful either way. Dana blinks. "Fox..."
He puts a silent finger to her lips.
              "Fox...I love you."
              "Dana."
They both feel the trust then. They feel it inside, there was no need for
words really. The two of them knew that this special  bond that they had
was special...it was different.

9:32pm
FBI headquarters
parallel 3

          Agent Melissa Scully gestured to Mulder to come to the window.
She grinned and pointed down. Mulder looked, and was pleasingly surprised
to see his partner's sister, Dana getting out of her car.
         "Scully, you didn't tell me that she was coming."
         "I know, she had wanted to surprise you."
         "Oh...well."
It had about three, four months since Mulder had met Dana, in that time
they had become great friends, close friends. Dana had been there for him,
when he was all alone, when Scully had dissappeared. The abduction. Dana
was different in a way from Melissa, she had a spunk to her. Mulder could
tell from the moment he had met her that she was quite the thinker. A few
moments passed before he learned that she was, indeed, a doctor slash
medical school professer for Stanford Univeristy. She was a woman of great
intelligence, he knew, and he was glad to have such a great friend like
her. She was definitely different from Scully. And he actually wasn't
surprised that Dana had "dropped by", and asked him if he wanted a bite to
eat. It was exactly the kind of thing that she knew he desperately needed,
and he always counted on her to do the right things. Scully would *never*
do anything like that. Dana was just so different.
      When Mulder had got into Dana's car, she had flashed him a lasting
smile.
      "Dana,"He breathed,"How are you?" He paused, "Are you okay?"
      "Fine, Mulder." Dana had some getting used to calling a friend by
his last name. She every-so-often slipped and called him Fox, but quickly
pulling attention away from it with a killer smile. Fox Mulder. He was a
handsome man, 35, Melissa had said, and yeah, he was sweet. He really
listened to her, whenever she had anything to say. Dana knew that this guy
was someone she could trust, that he was her friend, and that this special
bond that they had...it was different.

technical