From: AngelofMusic1013@aol.com Date: Thu, 28 Oct 1999 22:18:31 EDT Subject: xfc: NEW-Married By: Meaghan McScully (G) (1/1) Source: xfc From: AngelofMusic1013@aol.com Title: Married Author: Meaghan McScully (formerly Janeway46) Rating: G or PG...very mild.... Spoilers: None to be found! Keywords: V, MSR, mild Scully angst Summary: A women realizes she's married...but to whom? Feedback: Yes please. Archive: Go ahead, knock yourself out. Disclaimer: Scully and Mulder are not mine. They never were, never will be, so therefore, I don't make no money off 'em. Shoutouts: I would like to thank CNet. Com. Without it taking forever to download, this fic would have never come to mind. Oh. My. God. I Married him. I actually married him. What do I do now? Mulder, I...oh God, what about Mulder? What about the Mulder I knew....What is he going to do? How could I marry him? How...how could I marry him...yes, I love him so very much, but still....I married him. I'm on a honey moon with him right now. I'm sitting here, in this restaurant, waiting for him to come to meet for dinner. He wanted to do a little shopping, and so did I, so we split up and went our separate ways, agreeing to meet at a small cafe in Nice. It's a small town in the south of France. We came here for our honeymoon. And as I sit here, 3 days after we've married, I contemplate what I did. Was it a mistake? Was it wrong? I mean...we're FBI agents for goodness sake. Granted, we're in separate departments. Me in the X. Files and him in VCS now, but...we're married....I..I can't believe I married him. I look up and I see my husband, the man I am to spend the rest of my life with, enter the small cafe. He catches my eye, and slides into the seat across from me. I smile as I greet him, banishing all thoughts that this might now work out...I know it will. I'll make it. As he hands me a small velvet jewelry box, my brows furrow just the tiniest bit. He softly tells me to open it. I do, and I am speechless; it is a dainty white-gold rose lapel pin, the one that I had admired in the antique shop window, the one that was VERY expensive. The one that my husband has given me. He smiles as he sees my face light up. "Let me put it on you, Scully." He says, as he moves to sit next to me. I nod, letting him, still not saying anything. After he has finished, I kiss him, hard. "Thank you Mulder." And he smiled.