From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2000 18:35:44 -0600
Subject: The Knack of Flying by Simply Complex
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Title-The knack of flying
Author-Simply Complex
Rating-pg-13
Category-Short story. 
Distribution-Anywhere, but e-mail me first.
Feedback-Please. I would luv feedback as much as 
Mulder loves Scully and vice versa.  Email is 
xfgrl328@hotmail.com
Spoilers-none
Summary-Mulder POV. 
Author Notes- Ty to all my friends in school.
Disclaimer- I don't own them, so please don't 
sue. CC, DD, and GA own them. And you guys don't 
need my money, right?

PS-THIS STORY HAS MY CORRECTED E-MAIL ADDRESS



The knack of flying is learning how to throw 
yourself at the ground and miss. Goodness knows 
I've missed enough times. I've never had enough 
courage to finally break all the barriers between 
me and Scully. 

There have been times when I could throw myself 
at her, and be sure that I'd fly. Donnie Phaster. 
Duane Barry. When she had cancer. The hallway. 
New Year's Eve. Hell, compared to how platonic we 
normally are, those last two times I did throw 
myself at her. 

Damn bee.

I just want to bury myself in her arms for once, 
and not have either of us care about any 
repercussions. 
 
But, me being the jackass that I am, every time I 
have the chance to fly, I just hit the ground. 

Face. First.

Or at least land on my ass. 

And the thing is, I know she wants the same 
thing. But every time I pull away, she just puts 
up more barriers. 

As I lay on the couch, I get an insane idea to 
call her.

On the clock it reads just 9:00. Strange, I 
thought it was later than that. 

I pick up the phone, and punch her number without 
even really looking.

A sleepy voice mumbles, ``Scully.``

Please don't say you were asleep.

``Were you sleeping??``

``Mulder? It's late!``

Shit.

``My clock says 9:00. I am sorry I woke you.``

``S'ok. What did you want?``

You.
``uh...IjustwantedtoknowifyouwantedtogooutonSatuday.``

It all comes out in a rush and I mentally give 
myself a kick in the balls.

``Whoa, whoa. Slow down.``

I gain control of my mouth, and repeat what I 
said.

``I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out 
Saturday.``

``Like a date?``

You had to ask.

``Yes. I guess.``

``Sure. Pick me up at 7:30.``

I am shocked to say the least.

``Ok. See you then.``

As I hang up the phone I think to myself, *I'm 
getting the knack of flying.*

And I can feel some of Scully's barriers coming 
down.



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