From:             "Diana Alexander" <diana.mulder@usa.net>
Date sent:        Sun, 1 Feb 1998 08:49:12 +0000
Subject:          Submission: "Fingers of Fire"

Disclaimer:  The characters from the television
show, "The X-Files" used in this story are the
property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and
Fox Broadcasting.  No infringement is intended.

Rating: R (for sexual implications)

Classification: VAR

Spoilers: Duane Barry/Ascension

Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance

Summary: Mulder angsts himself out over what
happened to Scully.

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Fingers of Fire
By: Diana Alexander
(diana.mulder@usa.net)
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I remember when she touched me with the fingers
of fire, burning me with my own passion, then
cooling it down again with the ice of her eyes.
One well-placed glance over silvery wire-rimmed
glasses grounded me suddenly when I found myself
floating off into the atmosphere with one of my
bizarre theories.

Our souls touched in a way our bodies couldn't
chance.  Sometimes in dreams, I felt her hair
against my thighs, my chest, and her body would
lay sprawled against mine after the passion had
temporarily burned itself out.  I'd see her eyes
deepen to a shade that I will always associate
with love and desire.  The flashes of red have
been permanently replaced with a unique shade of
blue-green that belongs to Dana Scully.  Forever.

Sometimes, the guilt is too much for me to bear.
The guilt of not being able to get there in time
to save her echoes in my brain as she screamed my
name when Duane Barry came to sacrifice her so he
wouldn't be taken instead.

To hide from the guilt, I fall back into those
same dreams of passion that never happened,
though it feels so real.  My skin is
super-sensitive as she moves above me, taking
control of this as she has taken control of the
rest of the shambles that is my life.  If only
she knew how much I loved her...

I wake in the morning, my arms and body screaming
at the emptiness that fills my bed, my heart, and
my life again.  Somehow, I drag myself out of bed
again, and continue searching for her.  I'll
search out every star in the sky until my soul
and hers meet again.

With a certainty that seems more foolish every
day that she's missing, I know that we'll stand
side by side against the evil that tries to
consume us again.  I don't know how I know this,
or why I maintain this certainty, but I do.

I do...

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-End-

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Diana Alexander                  diana.mulder@usa.net
http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/arecibo/32/

"This child is so angry, alone in here tonight..."
   --"Dance Without Sleeping", Melissa Etheridge
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