From: DScully321@aol.com
Date: Sat, 20 Nov 1999 12:36:56 EST
Subject: Fanfiction Submission
Source: direct

It All Started With A Question
Kathryn Brown
Rating: PG
Classification: SR
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance 
Summary: TV, wine, and a question...

*knock knock*  Mulder drew his attention away from his television and looked 
at the door.  *knock knock*  He smiled and got up.  Scully.  He'd know that 
knock anywhere.  As he approached the door, he ran a hand through his chesnut 
hair and brushed some stray cookie crumbs off his shirt.  Mulder opened the 
door and his eyes widened in surprise at the sight before him.  There stood, 
as he had guessed, Scully.  But she was wearing a long black dress, thin 
strapped, and clingy. Not too daring, but just enough to make Scully look 
unbelievably sexy.His eyes fell to the folder she held.  He smiled and looked 
into her clear blue eyes.  "Hey Scully," he said casually, opening the door 
wider to let her in.  "Get all dressed up just to come see me?"  Scully 
sailed into the apartment.  "I need to get your signature on this report 
before we give it to Skinner tomorrow morning," she said.  Mulder nodded and 
picked a pen up off his desk.  He bent down to sign the repot.  "So what 
gives Scully?" he asked.  "Why you all dressed up?  Hot date?" He held his 
breath for her answer.  "My aunt and uncle's 25th wedding anniversary," 
Scully replied.  "It just ended."  Mulder let out his breath in relief and 
stood up, presenting her the signed report.  She took it and smiled.  
"Thanks."  As she turned to go, Mulder put a hand on her arm.  She turned 
back.  "Yeah?" she asked.  "Wanna stay awhile?" Mulder asked her.  "Open some 
wine and watch tv?"  Scully looked around, debating it.  "Come on Scully," 
Mulder urged.  "I'm bored."  She sighed, but Mulder didn't miss the smile 
playing on her lips.  "Ok Mulder," she answered, and set down the report.  
Mulder nodded, satisfied.  "You sit, I'll get some wine," he told her.  She 
nodded and sank down into his black leather couch.  Mulder left toward his 
kitchen and returned with a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses.  He 
opened the bottle and poured Scully a glass.  He handed it to her and poured 
one for himself.  He set the bottle down and sat next to her, raising his 
glass in a toast.  "To us," he said.  Scully smiled, a little surprised, and 
rasied hers as well.  "To us," she repeated, and clinked her glass agenst 
his.  They each took a sip and sank back, tunring their attention to the 
movie playing on tv.  About fifteen minutes later, Mulder spoke up.  "Hey 
Scully," he began.  "If you could change anything about your life, what would 
it be?"  Scully took a drink of her wine before she spoke.  "I probably would 
have spent more time with my dad and Missy before they died," she replied 
softly.  Mulder bit his lip and hung his head.  "I'm so sorry about your 
sister Scully," he said quietly.  "It's all my fault.  If I had never-" She 
cut him off.  "It's not your fault Mulder," she told him firmly.  "You didn't 
do anything to make it happen.  It was them.  They're the ones to blame.  Not 
you."  She put two fingers under his chin and drew his head up, looking him 
straight in the eye.  "I don't blame you Mulder, I never have."  He nodded 
slowly.  Scully asked him quietly, "If you could change anything about your 
life, what would he be?"  Mulder's eyes sought hers again and answered her 
right away.  "I never would have let them take you." He took a deep breath 
and continued.  "Those months, when you were gone, it was the purest form of 
hell I have ever known.  It was worse than dying Scully.  It was like there 
was no more oxygen to breathe.  I couldn't live without you Scully.  I don't 
think I ever could."  Tears spilled from Scully's eyes.  She opened her mouth 
to speak, but at an utter loss for words, simply shut it again.  "You were my 
air," he told her.  "You were my everything Scully." Scully drew closer to 
him and kissed his forhead gently.  Before she could move back away, Mulder 
leaned forward and captured her lips with his.  Scully's hand slid around his 
neck.  His toungue moved over her lips, asking permission.  Her lips parted 
in answer.  He taste the musky sweetness of the wine.  He tasted her, and she 
tasted like heaven.  He slowly drew away, looking deeply into her blue eyes.  
"You are my everything Scully," he whispered to her.  "And you're mine," she 
replied before her lips were his again.