From: PulledAScully@aol.com Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2000 13:54:31 EST Subject: *NEW* "Green Is For Go" Source: direct This is part of the Secrets Beneath Us series. This was just a mini-break. Title: "Green Is For Go" Author: Angel-Wings Gaskins Rating: G Cater.: VR Keywords: MSR Spoilers: none Summary: Life is full of surprises. ;o) Scully POV Feedback: PulledAScully@aol.com XER519 and I love you guys so much for all this feedback, and the suggestions for sequels are wonderful! You guys keep me working and loving to write! ;o) Archive: Anywhere, please, just send me an e-mail Disclaimer: One of my readers said that by reading my old disclaimers they fealt they were like me. Yeah, I still love the long, hilarious disclaimers. It improves my Karma ;o) So, today, I'm doing it again. Thank you very much to that reader, it reminded me simple is fun. So, Dear Mr Carter. No, I don't want to steal Moose and Squirrel! I just want to take 'em to a movie, sit in the back row, and throw popcorn! Is that so wrong?! So, 1013, CC, FOX, and whom it may concern, I'm taking them for a stroll in the park! Sincerely, Angel Notes: Watch "Honeymoon In Vegas". I stole the stoplight scene from it, only because oracles are haunting me about it. "Green Is For Go" by Angel-Wings Gaskins X&^X&^X&^X&^X&^X&^X&^X So, here I sit, outside in this desolote parking lot in this futile car waiting for my partner to return. He just told me to trust him, that it would be good. It had better be. I hate surprises. So many horrible, awful existences come in surprise packages. Mulder had dragged me along, giddy as can be, pulled me into this empty parking lot, asked me to wait, and rushed inside. I've been waiting for twenty minutes, listening to The Beatles singing about Eleanor Rigby. It scares me, but I listen anyway. I look ahead through the windshield. A single droplet, albeit a huge one, plops down onto it, followed by another and another until it's raining steadily. Great. Just perfect. Make the day just a bit more interesting, will ya? Mulder knocks on the window, covering himself in his trench coat. I unlock the door and he slides in, shaking his head like a dog. I squeal and guard myself behind my hands to avoid the water. He smirks and turns off the car, which has been running since we left my apartment. He looks thoughtful as he decides whether to speak or leave. He opens his mouth a few times, but eventually restarts the car. It makes me wonder. God, that look of him in thought and concentration just gets to me. I want to kiss him so bad. Of course, I don't. X&^X&^X&^X&^X&^X&^X&^X It's almost 2:00 AM now. Mulder and I are stopped at a red light, the precipitation still coming down swiftly. We went out to dinner, the park, to see a movie, shopping; basically, we hung out. It was actually completely enjoyable. I feel as if he needs to tell me something. We haven't talked about the incident earlier, and I'm wondering what he bought at that store. Will this light ever change? "Marry me, Scully." Damnit, I have to keep myself under control. I can't be daydreaming around him. But I hear it again. "Marry me." "Excuse me, Mulder?" He turns his attention to fully focus on me. "Marry me." I'm awestruck--no, dumbstruck. I'm speechless. Did Mulder just propose? Was it a joke? He looked awfully serious. He's reaching into his jacket now, pulling out... Oh God... it's a black velvet box. My breathing, understandably, quickens to an intense, excited pace. I look from the beautiful diamond he's presented before me to his face and back to the gem. My heart is aching, now, but not from Eleanor Rigby or Father McKinzie likeliness. It's from pure joy. We don't say anything, he just pulls my head to his own ans kisses me deeply, passionately, lovingly, erotically. He pulls away and I laugh with happiness. It's been too long. Cars are blasting with annoyance and cruise around us. I just stare at Mulder, *my* Mulder. He's never looked more beautiful than right now. The light has turned green. Now, we're together. And we keep on going. ~*~*~*~*~*FIN~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I wrote this in bed while reading all my past fics. I'm no longer writing how this isn't my best fic on the end of all my stories. I realized I did that. It unnerved me, actually. I enjoyed this mini thing, so feedback is appreciated! Luv ya lots, guys! I'm still sorry for "Believer" Beatles and Monkees! Eleanor Rigby is my gratitude!! PulledAScully@aol.com http://members.aol.com/pulledascully/fanfiction.htm