From: Isahunter@aol.com Date: Sun, 7 Nov 1999 16:19:06 EST Subject: Fwd: Hungry Eyes (1/1) by Diadem Source: xff Title: Hungry Eyes (1/1) Author: Diadem Rating: PG Category: V, H, MSR? Disclaimer: They are not mine - The X Files and it's wonderful characters belong to CC, 10:13, Fox, and, of course, GA and DD. I am making no money from this, and immitation is the highest form of flattery!! Archive: Gossamer, yes, others, yes, but please let me know where. Feedback: DO NOT HIT REPLY - But of course, I still want the feedback! Diadem@cwcom.net Spoilers: Nope. None at all. Notes: Um, well.... Oh, I'll write something at the end! It's only short - go on, just read it! For Isa. Here's to 2002! Hungry Eyes (1/1) by Diadem The smoke clears from in front of my eyes, and suddenly I can see my surroundings. There are people everywhere, crammed in to the small dance hall. At least, I think it's a dance hall. The floor is made up of wooden boards and I can hear music coming from somewhere. Sure enough, as I turn to my right I can see a large sound system set up at the other end of the room. I'm not sure what kind of a place this is, but it could be one of those holiday camps, the kind that my parents used to drag me and Samantha to for a couple of weeks every summer. A chance for adults to behave like children and for the children to get very embarrassed about their parents. The music is vaguely familiar, and I start to sway slightly in time to the strains of a voice I perhaps should recognise. The other people in the room seem to have the same idea. They are all young, dressed in bright colours and swaying skirts - well, the women at least. The song changes suddenly, and more couples join the dance floor. I have a recollection of being on an undercover assignment, but the lack of clarity in my memory does not worry me, for some reason. It's enough that I am here, and waiting to receive further orders. I wonder if there is a bar in this place... I turn to look, but suddenly the crowds part and I can see her making her way towards me. She is wearing a red sixties style dress which flares out from her hips and ends mid-calf. It's very stylish, very sexy, but still very sixties. And she seems to be taking a ridiculously long time to reach me. To pass the time I decide to check out what I'm wearing, as my wardrobe-related memories seem to have vanished along with the rest. I look. I look again. A white tux? God help me. Forget the holiday camp idea - we must be either in a funny farm or a freak show. A white tux? I must have words with whoever decided on that one. I can only hope it wasn't me... I turn my attention back to Scully, still swaying across the room, but much closer now. I can see that her hair looks fuller than usual, and she's wearing more make up. Not that that's a bad thing... She stops in front of me and gazes up at me as the music fades once again. As the next song starts up she takes my hands and we begin to dance. The music is slow at first, easing us into the movements, but it suddenly changes to a more up-tempo rhythm, and Scully suddenly spins away from me, surprising me with the sudden tug on my arm as she spins back again. We seem to be exactly in sync with each other. As it should be... We spin together, and then I am surprised once again as she elegantly springs into the air. I catch her around her waist and we spin some more. I never knew Scully could dance like this. Come to think of it, I never knew I could dance like this... I feel a little bump as she lands back on the floor again. Before I know what is happening the music slows again, and spinning no longer feels appropriate. Instead I pull her close to me. She wraps her arms around my waist and we sway gently together, our gaze never leaving each other's eyes. The song draws to a close, but we make no move to pull apart. In fact, we're getting closer... I can feel her breath as our lips barely brush against each other. The music starts again, but I don't pay any attention to it. Then it fades away... ...into a horrible screeching, screaming, beeping... I roll over and grab my cell. "Mmm?" "Mulder, it's me." Scully's voice is crisp and business- like on the other end of the line. "Where are you? We have a meeting with the local PD in ten minutes..." She rants on. I'm confused. Keeping the phone steady I stretch the rest of my body, and my elbow comes into contact with something... a video case... "I'll meet you there." I interrupt, and push the button to end the call. Chalk that one up to insensitivity. With the dream I just had I need all the help I can get to pull me back down to earth, and waking up to Scully's voice, no matter how exasperated, is probably not the best way to go about it. But then what can you expect if you fall asleep in front of "Dirty Dancing?" End Note - Well, I promised I would write something, so here it is! I know this isn't very likely, and that DD (hey, what a coincidence!) probably isn't Mulder's video of choice, but it wouldn't leave me alone and I thought I'd share. Was it worth it? Let me know at Diadem@cwcom.net Oh, and the title belongs to Eric Carmen - well, he sang the song. The other bit of my CD case has gone missing. Suffice to say it isn't mine.