From n9489595@scooter.cc.wwu.edu Thu Sep 26 02:08:11 1996 Return-Path: n9489595@scooter.cc.wwu.edu Received: from scooter.cc.wwu.edu (scooter.cc.wwu.edu [140.160.240.24]) by sh1.ro.com (8.7.6/8.6.9) with SMTP id CAA23964 for ; Thu, 26 Sep 1996 02:08:11 -0500 Received: by scooter.cc.wwu.edu (5.65/WWU-M1.0/UW-NDC Revision: 2.26 ) id AA11987; Thu, 26 Sep 1996 00:08:12 -0700 Date: Thu, 26 Sep 1996 00:08:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Vasaris the Fuzzy Dragon To: Kelsy Subject: Friends and Lovers Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII X-UIDL: 7eb9528178d303279eaffb2873cdbdc0 DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, the X-Files, and all o' that do not belong to me, which is unfortunate because if they did I'd be the one making money. They do, however, belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and Fox Broadcasting. No copyright infringement is intended, I'm just borrowing them for a while. Please don't sue me, I don't have any money anyway. Please write and tell me what you think! Vasaris, the Fuzzy Dragon -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Friends and Lovers by Vasaris "I love her, you know." Amber eyes gleamed softly in the darkness, measuring... weighing... "Why don't you tell her?" "I don't know." Hazel eyes stared up into the starry heavens, contemplating the misty glory of the arm of the Milky Way that hovered, suspended, in the midnight bowl of the night sky. "She's so beautiful." "Is she?" "Yes. Her skin is like the finest white jade -- flawless and smooth... Her hair -- it burns, like the sunset on the desert, or dawn over the mountains -- all red and gold and glorious..." Silent laughter filled the air. "Her eyes, like the ocean, forever changing but always a blue that captures your soul..." "How poetic." "It's true." "Says the man blinded by love. Is she stubborn?" "Like a mule." "Open minded?" "Only when it suits her." "Just?" "Always, even if it kills her..." "Romantic?" "..." "You don't know?" "Never thought about it. She's just..." "...perfect..." "Well... yes." "So why don't you tell her how you feel?" "Because I love her." "That makes sense." "....well..." "NOT!" "..." "Come on. You've said she's your best friend... replacing yours truly for that honor..." "That's hardly fair." "I can't blame you for that. I left... I had to. The whole situation was destroying me." "I know." "So why don't you tell her?" "Because she's my best friend. I don't want to do anything to change that. I learned that lesson all too well." "From me." "Yes." "I'm sorry. I never should have burdened you with..." "...your feelings?" "Uh... I see what you mean. Though you didn't have to worry about me the way you did." "I was hurting you." "No. I'd accepted that you didn't love me that way. For me it really was enough to be your friend. In truth, I didn't really love you, just felt that general sort of attraction anyone feels toward a superb example of the species." "..." "Honestly. Do you ever look in the mirror? There's not a vain bone in your body -- and you ooze more good looks, charm, and charisma than just about any man I can think of... excepting Sean Connery of course." "Sean Connery?" "Yeah. If he can turn on fourteen-year-olds at his age, he's *definitely* the sexiest man alive. In his own category, really." "And I'm... what?" "The sexiest man I know, dipwad." "Thanks... I think. Dipwad?" "Its a wonderful term that sort of combines dork, dip, dweeb, and geek... plus a few other things. I picked it up from my nephew." "Sounds like he's got an extensive vocabulary." "It's amazing what kids come up with since they're forbidden to use 'grown up' words for verbal abuse." "Yeah...." "..." "So... are you a dipwad?" Muffled laughter. "Nope. Not me. My niece. She was mean enough to steal his Hot-Wheels and use them to run over her Barbie Dolls. She was seeing how many Barbies one of those tiny cars could jump." "!!!" "Her brother wasn't pleased with this experiment. He hadn't been included. As soon as she let him help, all was forgiven." "Good friends?" "The best. I've got high hopes for them." "I bet." "... Sexiest man you know?..." "Yup." "...I..." "Man. When we first met, you were never at a loss for words, mon ami." "I'm not now." "And the Queen of Sheba was my freshman college room-mate..." "Somebody had to be. Who else would have had you?" "...twit." "Wench." "Knave." "Jack of Hearts...." Laughter. "Without a queen, what is the point of being Jack?" "Being able to work at all trades, but be master of none." "But you're the master of a trade, love." "...I know..." "Which means you ought to have a queen..." "...Wha--?" "If having no queen is the point of being a jack of all trades, if you're not the jack of trades, you should have a queen." "...mmmm. I think there's logic in that somewhere. Maybe I'll even figure it out some day." "You've been staring at the sky too long. Dulls your wits." "Maybe." "So what's the real reason?" "For what?" "Not telling her." "Danger..." "...bullshit..." "...being separated..." "...double bullshit, but closer..." "......-- Fear." "Now that, I believe." "You're not being fair." "You started it. Confessing love to me doesn't help your situation at all, my friend." "Makes me feel better." "Yah. No doubt. But it doesn't solve anything." "Puts it in perspective?" "What perspective? That nothing can be done?" "...well..." "You're not getting away with that. Not with me." "...you're such a comfort..." "If you'd wanted comfort, you'd've called the psychic hotline. Or watched a skin flick." "Those aren't comforting..." "Then why do you watch them?" "..." "Never mind. We'll get to that some other time... You're afraid of losing her because you love her, right?" "..." "I'll take that as a yes. Ever consider that she might love you?" "..." "Why does she hang around? By your description, she's been shot at, nearly killed by mutants, aliens, monsters, and your more generic psychopaths and other assorted nice guys, like the sweet men in black and their hardened troopers who will kill anyone in their path..." "..." "Why does she stay?" "We're partners." "You're the paranoid schmuck who constantly chases after things that will eat you. She has to patch you up and try to keep you from getting your ass kicked by the baddies both in and out of your office. I thinks there's a little more to it than that..." "There doesn't have to be!" "No, there doesn't. She could simply view herself as a little sister who gets to come to the rescue of the inept older brother." "She doesn't think I'm inept." "How do you know?" "I just know..." "I see." "We're best friends. Partners. We're closer than most lovers I know... Even the married ones..." "That doesn't surprise me." "...it doesn't?" "Nope." "..." "Back to speechlessness again, I see." "Rgh." "Oooh. I've always wanted to make you growl... Hey!" "You deserved that. Bopping you on the head is the least of the things I could have done." "True. But I've got a black-belt. I could waste ya and you know it." "I've got a gun..." "...and I bet it's loaded..." "Wenchette." "Hey, now. I'm a full grown wench." "..." Smothered giggles. "Seriously, though. I think you should tell her." "She's my partner." "She's the other half of your soul. I never was that, and I knew it." "I'm sorry." "I'm not. We'd've been miserable together. At least now we can talk without guilt." "..." "Stop that. I don't even lust after you anymore... Except in my spare moments, when I'm feeling desperate... and I've finished going through the list of men I'd *really* like to go out with... Denzel Washington... Tom Cruise... ow!" "And you keep telling me about that black belt... What in? Flower arranging?" "I'll get you for that..." "Not here. I'd have to take you in..." "What for?" "Assault with a deadly. You're registered aren't you?" "Who was calling *who* a wench?" "I'm the wrong gender..." "Not if I have anything to say about it..." "OW! You said you coveted those..." "...not anymore. Though I suppose I should leave them undamaged for your beloved." "She isn't getting them either." "I know.