From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Mon, 1 Nov 1999 07:35:30 -0600
Subject: Masterpiece (1/1) by Brekke
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Title: Masterpiece (1/1)
Author: Brekke (elseheavens@hotmail.com)
Catergory: Mulder-Scully Something

Summary: A Scully Laugh and a Mulder Metaphor. What more could
you want? A plot? Nonsense!

Disclaimer: You should try this sometime, Chris, it makes you
feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Notes: Something that came to me. Mulder's POV.


***


Scully laughed. She laughed. 

For me a Scully Laugh is like bells ringing on Christmas 
morning. I beam at her encouragingly until she finally 
finishes guffawing and shifts uncomfortably under my
gaze.

"Mulder, you're staring," she points out.

My silly grin remains in tact. "Why, yes. Yes, I am."

Scully looks a little unsettled. "Can I ask why?"

I sigh. Scully, Scully, Scully. Always looking for a
scientific explanation. Well maybe there wasn't hard
science here, but there was definitely some Chemistry.

"You laughed, Scully."

She self-consciously tucks a hair behind her ear. "I
know, Mulder. I *did* notice the fact. Is that your
only reason for your scrutiny?"

I shrug nochalantly. Scully already knows my reasons.
After six years, she has to. So I reply simply with
a part of the Truth. "I like to hear you laugh," I
tell her. "I love to see you smile."

Skeptical eyebrow lauches onto her forehead. "You have
a teeth fetish, Mulder?" she queries in that tone I've
learnt to recognise as Scully at her most sarcastic.

Teeth fetish? No. Scully Fetish? Hoo Boy! You have no
idea, Scully, no idea. Maybe I should give you some. 

"Watching you smile, Scully," I begin, "is like watching
the Mona Lisa appear on a blank canvas. It's better than
a miracle."

Scully actually seems to *reel* at that comment. A soft 
red flush rises up from her neck to bathe her face. Oh,
what a wonderful day! A Scully Laugh, a Scully Smile and
a Scully Blush all in one day. The aliens could colonize
at this moment and I would die a happy man.

Finally Scully seems to regain some kind of her composure.
She dusts a few invisible pieces of fluff off her suit, 
finally resting her hands on her hips and giving me one
of her patented Looks. This one is feigning offended. 

"You think I look like a blank canvas, Mulder?" she asks
with a deadly warning in her voice. 

Typical Scully manouver: return attack with attack and a 
change of course. No wonder so many men in her family would 
up in the Navy. Must be heriditary. 

Fortuneately I know a few military manouvers myself. Dodging 
various government agencies for twenty years *has* honed
some skills. 

I shake my head, smiling. "No Scully," I correct her. "I 
think you have the potential to be a masterpeiece."

***
END
***

Just a quickie to make you smile. Letting me know that it 
did would make my day. ;-)

Feedback very welcome.

Brekke (elseheavens@hotmail.com)