From: "Cait Jenkins" Date: Wed, 28 Apr 1999 18:52:27 EDT Subject: FanFiction Title: Looking Back Author: Huda (ok2nvme@hotmail.com) Rating: G Category: V Spoilers: None Key Words: Mulder/Scully UST Summary: Short and Sweet. Some time in the slightly far off future Scully looks back on her life with the X-Files and Mulder. Disclaimer: I would write something daring here, but I don't have the guts to. Mulder and Scully are not mine. Humph. They belong to the lord of them all Chris Carter, 1013 Studios, and the less cool FOX Network. No infringement of your rather strict rules intended. I'm not making any money off of this. Feedback: Food is to a normal person as feedback is to a fanfic writer, so PLEASE! I'm begging you! Send some my way! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX LOOKING BACK Sometimes I like to look back and ponder what might have happened and what did happen. Certain things will get me reminiscing and I walk down the road of my history, more specifically, my relationship with one, Fox Mulder. Whether or not our relationship was one that was true love from the very beginning, I may never know. So much has happened. So much confusion, so much drama, that I no longer trust my recollections of our first cases together. I was young then. Young and ignorant. I am wiser now. As I look back I can not believe how blind I truly was. He was a dashing, mysterious man who opened himself up to me, and only to me. I saw what lay behind those sad green eyes. I knew what troubled him. He knew me just as well and our relationship solidified itself in the bedrock of trust. Yet, with a bond of iron never once did I ponder, "Do I love him?". Why not? Why didn't I trust my own feelings? Perhaps it was because I had them. The feelings of love. They were there and there was no getting rid of them. I had gone an done it. The man I once looked at with the most innocent fondness had become the object of my affection. The chain of events that followed changed me. I no longer bit my lip and stuffed my feelings back from wherever they came from. If I did, I would be lying to myself, and I couldn't live the lie. The end was fast approaching and my opportunities to say the truth were becoming scarce. My last chance jumped up one day and stared me in the face, blaring it's sirens and lights of warning; "Do it before it's too late". Before my sensible mind could convince me not to, I took the chance. I could not drag this out any longer, as my secrecy was taking it's toll on both of us. Palms sweating, heart thundering, I confronted him. He replied. Relief. The puzzle complete, I knew the truth. "The feeling's mutual." He said with a smile. And the rest is history. . . XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX How'd you like it?? Send any feedback to me. Thanks! -Huda ok2nvme@hotmail.com