From: Denise Morgen Date: Sat, 12 Jun 1999 21:45:42 PDT Subject: story submission: Interrupting My Focus TITLE: Interrupting My Focus AUTHOR: Denise Morgen EMAIL: meadora@hotmail.com FEEDBACK: The quick and easy way to have a shrine erected in your honor! SPOILERS: The Rain King, The Unnatural, Milagro RATING: PG-13 CATEGORY: MSR? Not yet, but it could be. UST, Scully POV SUMMARY: Yet another 'what was going through Scully's head during the infamous batting scene' piece. Yeah, I know it's been done. I felt need to do it too. Sue me. Actually, then again don't; I'd hate to have sell my unborn children into slavery. :p In fact, let's cover this topic a little more in depth... DISCLAIMER: The gods of my universe are the Almighty Chris, the Omnipotent Fox and All-Powerful 1013 Productions. The Holy Trinity owns the Sacred Duo and I, the unworthy penitent, have not been given leave to meddle in their blessed affairs. To translate into English: Don't own 'em, never will, please, please, please don't sue me. Visit my fan fiction: it gets lonely! www.geocities.com/Area51/Nova/5635 Interrupting My Focus by Denise Morgen What was it I told Sheila? Something about a light bulb? No - not a light bulb; a switch. That's it...one day it's like a switch is flipped and suddenly the person who was only a friend is now the one you can't live without. Or something like that. Not a direct quote mind you, but close enough. You might be wondering why I'm abruptly so concerned with remembering some Hallmarkesque words of wisdom tossed out in a near empty bathroom while the Kroner skyline was working on an overdue encore to the Great Flood. And you should be. I'd be wondering myself if I were you. God knows, I've never been one to wax philosophic about the meaning of life and love. And regardless of the idealized picture that idiot Padgett painted of me, I am emphatically not a poetic soul, either. I deal in reality, thank you. My field reports are clear cut and concise. You won't find any rambling adjectives and there's nary a flower phrase in attendance. So why, do you ask, am I suddenly scouring my vocabulary for effusive descriptions of warmth and sentimentality? No, it's not an alien clone posing as Scully. Smart aleck; you're as bad as my partner. Oh wait - we've stumbled across the answer. That's right; you got it in one: Special Agent Fox Mulder. Or should I say "Fox Mantle" per the message on my answering machine that he used to lure me out here. Not that it took much luring. Six years and the man still hasn't figured out that he doesn't need an excuse to be admitted into my presence. Sigh, maybe if I gave him an engraved invitation he'd get the hint. You're right__probably not. Now where was I? Oh yeah - abnormally gushing romanticisms; right. About now you're probably wondering the purpose of my meandering little diatribe. Normally I don't do meandering; it's more Mulder's style, but this one time I'll have to make an exception. Quite simply, to cut to the chase I'm having a bit of an epiphany. Why you ask? Well, to be blunt, I believe it has something to do with the unfamiliar warmth resultant from wearing my partner wrapped around me like a quilt. Or maybe from the soft tickle of his lips against my ear or the long-forgotten nudge of a man's budding erection in the small of my back. Ahhh yessss...this is the stuff revelations are made of....hips before hands indeed... Sorry, didn't mean to leave you behind there. I'm having a little trouble maintaining my focus tonight. I fully intend to blame any uncharacteristic melodramatics on my current position. And what an enviable position it is...mmm...Now if he'd just move that hand a little more to the - grrr - why is he still talking? Damn man...interrupting my focus! Well, since we all know subtlety's lost... "Shut up, Mulder...I'm playing baseball." A home run never looked so appealing... The End??? Depends on you! Feedback to meadora@hotmail.com!