From: O0oLAo0O Date: 10 Jun 1999 21:24:52 GMT Subject: xfc NEW: Going to The Chapel (1/1) Title: Going to the Chapel Author: Lauren Koehler Date: 6-10-99 Archive: Please, just tell me where it's going! Feedback: Greatly appreciated. I need to feel loved! Category: VR Rating: Sadly, G. Summary: Scully's gettin married... Notes: This is a standalone piece, but there will be a sequel, also standalone, continuing the story from a different POV. Disclaimer: Dammit, *I* want em!! I stand outside the white double doors of the small chapel, wringing my hands and shaking violently. It is Scully's wedding day, and she has bestowed upon me the honor of giving her away. The bridesmaids have just begun to process, one by one, with the men they were coupled with. I cannot believe that this day has come, the day that Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully, MD gets married. I always envisioned her as a strong, independent career woman, hell bent on finding the truth through her science. I have seen her at work, at play, and she is a special woman. The man at that altar is lucky to have her. The ring bearer has begun his journey up the aisle, and we are soon to follow. Scully is talking to one of the people in the small lobby, a friend of the family, I presume. The woman gives her one last giant hug, and she moves over to join me at the doors. She grabs my arm and squeezes my hand. I hold on for dear life, I am so nervous. The Wedding March blares forth from the organ pipes, and the doors swing open as if controlled by some magic force, which is actually two ushers right inside the sanctuary. She squeezes my hand once more, and we begin our walk down the aisle toward her future. Right, together, left, together. Scully is beautiful right now. She has always been beautiful, but I have never seen her glowing, so infused by light and life and love. Her veil covers her shoulders and neck and trails down her back. Scully's face, I can hardly begin to describe it. Her eyes, which are usually enhanced by subtle brown hues, are graced by black eyeliner and the palest of green shadows. I have seen those eyes smile, I have seen them cry. I know what they look like when she's jealous, and when she sees love. They can change from a dark cerulean blue which pierces the soul, to a lamenting grey. The cliche is that the eyes are the window to the soul. With Dana Scully, it is the truth. Now, she is joyful, and they are an enchanting shade of light blue. She stares ahead at the man anticipating her arrival at the white and green clad alter. I will miss those eyes, when they would shine through the darkness of my abode, bringing a feminine, strong light. Their enchantment remains etched in my mind, to tide me over until she again graces the darkness with their light. Right, together, left, together. Her wondrous heart-shaped mouth is accentuated by a shimmery caramel hued lipstick, and she looks so beautiful I want to ravish her right here in the eyes of God on her wedding day. But that, I tell myself, is a fantasy to keep quiet about. Her mouth has said thousands of wonderful things in my presence. From proving her devotion to giving ultimatums. From scientific tirades to elegant expressions of feeling. Many wonderful things have come from that mouth. Her skin, so pale, shimmers in the light of the small, intimate chapel. She has opted to go without heavy makeup today, and the light freckles I've seen so rarely are peeping through. They give her a wholesome, girl-next-door appearance which I have been denied the pleasure of seeing for so long. Scully's defining feature, her red hair, is piled on top of her head. Recently, she has let it grow back to her shoulders, but in a different style than it was years earlier. Sometimes she wears it with the natural curl that her Irish heritage has given her, but she usually dries it straight, and she looks elegant, if not a little younger. Right now, it is piled atop her head in an eloquent mass of red and blonde. Tendrils of wavy auburn hair spill out from the pins and tickle the back of her neck and her cheekbones. Right, together, left, together. Her dress is the most gorgeous wedding gown I have ever seen. The bodice, made of silk, is shaped so that the small sleeves cover the round edges of her shoulders, but nothing more. The beautiful design of it creates soft cleavage and beautifully defines her slim waistline. The scoop neckline reveals pale, lightly freckled skin, flawless, which looks like it has been created by a master artist out of the finest porcelain. The neckline is mirrored by the waist, which scoops and magnificently displays the elegant flare of her hips. The skirt is made from what appears to be at least twenty layers of the finest organdy silk. It flows behind her, and wafts on the tiniest of drafts. The length of it is just long enough to cover her feet, but not long enough to pool and splay out onto the floor. It is not pouffy, and it falls in the perfect angle from her hips. When she moves, sometimes you can see her tiny feet encased in shimmery white pumps, the heels so high I am afraid for her well being. Right, together, left, together. The church is full of music, people, and flowers. The small sanctuary houses only family and close friends from both sides. The love is almost thick in the fragrant air. The wedding colors are white green and yellow. Yellow and white flowers grace the sides of the alter and her hands. The bridesmaids wear long, pale, green sheath dresses in good style. Lined up, I recognize all of the faces. Tara, Bill Jr.'s wife, is poised on the carpet, beaming at Scully as she moves down the aisle. Next, is Jillian, Charlie's wife. She alternately wipes her eyes and tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. The third face is that of Lauren. She is taller than the other two women, and many years younger. Her dark brown wavy hair contrasts starkly with the light hair of the other two. Her nose is a little big, but her voluptuous mouth makes up for it. She is the most beautiful teenager I have ever seen. The Maid of Honor, is, of course, Scully's mother, who wears a green pantsuit and is daubing her eyes with a linen hanky I handed to her before the service. She is a really sweet woman, and Scully is lucky to have her. Right, together, left, together. On the other side of the altar, three men stand proudly. All three I have come to know quite well since the planning of this wedding began. Their appearance gets me to thinking about my own. Today, for Scully, I am clean shaven, with my dark hair slicked back. Strangely, I actually feel better this way, clean and quasi-cultured. Smart, I may be, but never in the ways of society. Today I feel as though it has embraced me as I give away this wondrous woman. I wear the traditional tux, much to my dismay, but she told me she'd dance with me more if I wore it, so here it is. I also had to forego the bright yellow tie and cummerbund, but I got away with neon green suspenders. I love the way Scully can get what she wants with just her eyebrows. Right, together, left together. I look down at our hands, and arms. Her pale arm is wound through mine, and our hands are brushing. She suddenly takes my hand in hers and squeezes, looking up into my eyes, smiling. I smile back. A Scully Smile is a rarity, and when she smiles, her whole face lights up. Over the years she has seen so many things, been through so much. I yearn to erase that, let her be sweet Dana, the woman I saw glimpses of several years ago, when she was fresh. I have only seen that light since she became involved with the man she marries today. I want all the world for her, and would do anything to give it to her. I want to take my hand and smooth away the worry lines between her brows, and the slight hollows under her eyes. I want to make it right for her. But, I know that I cannot. I know that the only man who can do that is the man who now looks at her from the priest's side, with a single tear at the corner of his eyes. To let something live, I must let it go. Right, together, left, together. Stop. We have reached the end of the pews. Turning to face each other, I wipe an errant tear form my left cheek. She smiles a sad smile, and then embraces me powerfully. I return the gesture, my arms encircling her shoulders with a sad finality. I do not know where I will go from here. I lean over and kiss her soft cheek. Then, I give my final touch to the veil, symbolically giving her away to her new husband. The motion is purely tradition, customary, but when you do it, it feels like you are giving up the world, letting the most powerful thing in your life go, if only to make her happy. Scully squeezes my arm, and I go to my appointed place. The soft spot within me grows and it engulfs me, leaving tears, unhindered, to roll down my cheeks as Dana Scully grasps the hand of the man she loves, the man she has given so much to, the man she is going to marry: Fox Mulder. -=-=-=- fin -=-=-=- Sequel coming soon, called: Gonna Get Married -=-=- And i walk upon high and i step to the edge to see my world below and i laugh to myself oh as the tears roll down cuz its the world i know cuz its the world i know. -c. s. -=-=- -Lauren Koehler, ICQ UIN = 9767490