From: mdillhoff@hotmail.com Date: Thu, 08 Jun 2000 20:01:17 GMT Subject: New 1/2 Do Not Forsake Me Title: Do Not Forsake Me (1/2) Author: Soleta Category: S Spoilers: None Rated: PG Summary: A...different perspective on a old, tired plot written by an old, tired author. Notes: M/S UST. Part 2 will follow...eventually. This is actually a repost for the archives that don't allow you to cancel messages, like Deja.com. Dana Scully was terrified. I am Dana's conscience, and I say she was terrified. Her brain is busy telling me otherwise, however, so in the interests of peace, I will say that she was only slightly afraid. Why, you may ask, was the renowned Dana Scully afraid? Indeed, it is an excellent question with a, perhaps, not so good answer. She was going to her high school reunion. Ah, I see that you are puzzled. Permit me to enlighten you. During high school, Dana had precisely one date. To the senior prom. With her only friend, who promptly died his freshman year of college from a burst blood vessel in his brain. Do you begin to perceive the depths of her problem? Her ego insisted she go. "Prove to them that you've made it in a big way, Dana. Make them sorry they ever mocked you." Her brain told her that she had no logical reason not to go. Me? I stayed silent. There are some things a conscience should not interfere in. So Dana decided that she would indeed attend. She also asked Mulder, her partner, to go with her. For moral support, she claimed. And this brings me back to the beginning of the tale. She was terrified. Ah, excuse me, 'slightly afraid'. The brain thinks that, simply because it is bigger than I am, that it can- Well. You don't need to know that. Suffice it to say that we disagree at times. Mulder was driving them to the reunion; this was because Dana most likely would have crashed the car, if the tremors in the hands were any indication. There is some sort of strange chemistry between those two. Something I don't precisely understand; it is as if he gives her stability, while she gives him strength. Like the brain and myself, they are not whole without each other. She is more calm than she was an hour ago, just before Mulder picked her up. I am glad of this. I, too, want her to succeed in her goals at this reunion. I believe that Dana looks beautiful. Many people see her in blues or greens because they think that other shades clash with her hair. This is not so. Tonight, she had decided to wear a peculiar color of darkish red which complemented her skin and hair wonderfully. The dress swirls about her ankles, covering her modestly but flashing smooth white skin when she moves quickly. Mulder looks equally handsome. He has dressed in the requisite tuxedo and cummerbund; both the cummerbund and his bow tie are Irish green. His eyes are more green than hazel, tonight; I cannot tell whether this is from his emotions or merely from the contrast of his clothes. He looks at her hungrily; each time he looks over, taking his eyes from the road, his eyes appear greener. I believe they will make a striking couple. I attempt to inform the brain of this information, but it does not appear to be listening. This is not an uncommon event. The brain, for the past seven years, has ignored what the rest of the body has to say about Mulder. If it would only listen, I believe it would be happy... Ah, we have arrived. Or so the brain informs me. This does not quite look like a high school to me. It is ugly, blocky; it resembles a jail more than anything else. The crowd of elegantly dressed men and women show that we are in the right place, however; and as Mulder looks for a parking place, he voiced my opinion. "*This* is a high school?" he muttered. "Looks more like a jail to me." He pulled into the first available space he saw; unfortunately, this space was left because the car in the next space over had parked halfway into the space Mulder tried to occupy. He managed to fit the car in, barely. Dana, now, had no room to open her door. Mulder saw her plight and swore. Cutting the engine, he, quite gallantly in my opinion, lifted her from her seat into his arms and somehow managed to take her out his door. This action prompted a rush of reports to the brain, from a rise in circulatory rate to a sudden onslaught of activity in the pelvic region. Her voice is slightly breathy when she speaks. "You would know, Mulder. You've been in more of them than I've ever seen." He set her down and the brain sighed in relief; the heart, however, bemoans the lack of...stimulation. "Low blow, Scully." He grinned, quite rakishly if I do say so myself, and the heart instantly quit its plaints. He took the arm and gently started leading her towards the entrance. "So, who shall we snub?" He winked and the brain seemed to relax. It started providing names of the worst that had plagued us so many years before... * Title: Do Not Forsake Me (2/2) Author: Soleta Summary: See part one. Category: S Rated: PG Disclaimer: I forgot this in the first part, didn't I? Ah well. I am not making money off of this. I doubt I could if I tried. So take that, Mr. Chris Carter, and stick it where the sun don't shine. Notes: This may not have any kind of quality. That'll teach you to rush authors ;p I'm afraid. When you refer to chakras, the heart is the seat of love, hate, and fear. At the moment, fear overwhelms everything. "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." But what about that which causes the fear? *Should* we not listen to our hearts, when they tell us that we should be very, very afraid? In my particular case, I have no choice but to listen to the heart. I am the heart. If I did not listen to myself... What are *you* doing listening to me? Go... go be a doctor. Get out, get away from me. All I've ever done is hurt those I care about... Aren't you going then? Stupid me. I've made you curious, haven't I? About why I'm afraid. What I could possibly be frightened of... Well. I'll tell you, if you promise to leave. I like you, you see... So. Scully'd invited Mulder to her high school reunion. I said yes, of course. How much time does Mulder really get to spend with her, outside of work? The brain approved-it was nearly as lovesick as I was-and so Mulder went. The libido protested vehemently, however. It was already having problems spending the whole day around her. The brain and I told it to shut up, since the vote was something like fourteen to one on that count, and that it could deal with it for one extra night. The brain and I had the hardest time picking out what to wear. Not only were the eyes colorblind, but we were all nervous. Luckily, Mulder seemed to be a clotheshorse. Not that I ever mentioned that to the brain. We got him togged out in an old tux and matching cummerbund; hopefully it wasn't a faux pas to go overdressed. 012345678901234567890123456789012345678901234567890123456789012345 Somehow we got him to Scully's house and out to the jail Scully had called school. He said as much and Scully's smile warmed me. I'd missed that smile. So we dared; when Scully couldn't get out of her door because of the car next to her, we lifted her in our arms and brought her through the driver's side. She made some comment and we had to put her down; the libido insisted. It told us in quite graphic terms what it would do if we did not put her down, this instant. I know I was tempted. I believe the brain was also-but we put her down. We had to. Somehow the brain thought of something to say, and the romantic atmosphere was scattered. Mulder and Scully went into the high school, laughing and joking as the other couples did. How I wished we could be like normal couples... heart to heart. I would adore seeing Scully's heart. Mulder and Scully enjoyed themselves. Really. At least, I know Mulder did. All except for the libido. I relished the chance to feel the love of mine so close to me, even though I knew that we must push her away soon. They danced, and they ate, and Scully discovered that she had more friends than she thought she did. They went home slightly drunk and fell asleep together. There was time enough to send her away in the morning, I thought drowsily as I basked in her warmth and smell. Plenty of time.