Date: 13 Sep 1998 01:16:58 GMT
Subject: *NEW* Iris-Songfic

TITLE: Iris
AUTHOR: The Fourth Gunman ;D
E-MAIL: bouvierb@freenet.edmonton.ab.ca
CLASSIFICATION: Vignette, Fluff, UST
SUMMARY: Mulder is awake one night with a song stuck in his head.
FEEDBACK: OOH yes yes yes yes!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Mulder or Scully, 'cause if I did, I'd be rich and
named Chris Carter or FOX or ten-thirteen productions, and I don't really want
any of those names. I also borrowed the song 'Iris' by the GooGoo Dolls, which
is awesome. Don't sue me, unless you want me to pay off my debt by writing
scripts... Hm... Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing....

AUTHORS NOTE:Okay, this was written on the 26th and 27th of July, a couple of
hours before I went on vacation with my family. It's pretty sappy, but it was
also almost midnight. Okay, here it is. In all of it's fluffy glory.
	It's almost midnight, and I can't sleep, and my family's driving 15 hours at
seven o'clock... And I can't sleep!  Anyways, this is a song fic (my first
ever), and I'm not sure what's gonna happen. The song's Iris, by the Goo Goo
Dolls.

					'Iris'
	"And I just want you to know who I am." The lone lyric was stuck
in Fox Mulder's head. He had heard it during their last case, when he was
interviewing a teenage suspect. She had started to sing that song. 
	"What song is that?" Mulder had asked. The teenager had reacted in
the normal teenage way when a person in authority asks a question, she
mumbled the answer.  Something about the Goo Goo Dolls. Mulder had
shrugged, and continued his interrogation. 
	But now, as he lay awake, he suddenly needed to know the rest of
the lyrics.  He had that funny feeling that usually meant something. 
	Going online, Mulder went to the Ultimate Band List (www.ubl.com)
and looked up the GooGoo dolls. He found a site marked 'lyrics' and went
to that. Scanning the titles, he realized just how little he knew about
the song. 
	But one title stuck out. He kept returning to it, over and over,
but not opening. He was almost afraid of what he would find. 
	Working up his courage, "This is stupid. It's a *GD* song,
Mulder", he finally opened it. 
	Reading through the lyrics, he was shocked. "Do they know me?" he
asked himself. This song described his feelings for Dana Scully almost
perfectly. 
	"And I just want you to know who I am..." He said quietly. Then he
turned off his computer, and went to bed. 
					X
	Scully walked into the office, and found Mulder missing. She
shrugged, and started doing paper work. But she also checked if she had
any new mail. 
	She did. She opened up the letter with no subject, and read what
appeared to be the lyrics to a song. She could almost hear herself singing
it, to her partner. 
	"And I don't want the world to know, 'cause I don't thing that
they'd understand..." She sang, tunelessly. She had never heard the song
before. 
	Mulder wasn't in the office all day, and Scully was worried. He
didn't answer his phone at home, and his cell was turned off. 
	Making a quick decision, she left the office to go to Mulders'
apartment, with a quick stop at her own to change. 
	Opening her door, at her apartment, Scully gasped slightly. Mulder
was sleeping on her couch. 
	Walking over to him, she smiled as she studied his sleeping
features. A face that was always so pained in waking moments looked
completely innocent right now, in sleep. 
	Still, she had to know why he was here. Shaking his shoulder
gently, she slowly woke him up.
	Mulder opened his eyes, and looked at her. Smiling, he asked if
she had gotten his e-mail, and looked at her. She looked a little
confused, until he said "And I don't want to go home right now." 
	Scully smiled with real feeling, and hugged her partner. "Then
stay." She said quietly, and both of them fell asleep in each other's
arms. 

	'Iris'-The Goo Goo Dolls
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I've ever been
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the teats that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
And you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
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Well? I wanna sleep. I wuz hoping that this would tire me out, but I'm still
too damn awake. (Hey, it's now Monday, and also 12:17AM. I have a right to be
foul tempered.)
Oh, and I also want to suggest a new classification. The OMG3AM. It means 'Oh
my gosh, it's three AM!' I think it would be a good way to classify this story.
Finished 27th of June, 12:17AM
Comments, flames, critics? bouvierb@freenet.edmonton.ab.ca