From: Arwen Evenstar Date: Fri, 7 Aug 1998 16:45:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Moments (1/1) Title - Moments Author - Arwen E-Mail address - X-files@Mulder.com Rating - G Category - V Spoilers - Emily Keywords - Mulder/Scully friendship Summary - When things look their darkest, it's the inner child that can pull you through, and the support of a good friend. Disclaimer - I don't own them, never will, so there. I am not making any money off of this story, it would be nice, but I'm not. Mulder and Scully belong to 1013 and Chris Carter, oh and Fox too, I suppose. Author's note - I haven't written a fanfic in over five months, so I'm probably a bit rusty. I have returned to what I write best though, which is vignettes. Trying to get a plot out of me is impossible :-) I hope you enjoy and anything between the <> means a character is thinking. Moments Scully swung her legs back and forth absentmindedly on the swing. She hummed a tune that didn't exist, to music that had never been heard. "What are you doing out after dark young lady?" Mulder asked mockingly as he quietly came to stand behind her. A slight smile pulled at her lips and then melted away. "Hey I don't need another dad, Mulder," she sighed so softly he didn't hear her, "Besides working with you requires the faith of a child, belief in the unbelievable, and complete trust in one person. Sometimes the only way to keep going is to forget what I've lived through and look at things with different eyes." "So, what you're saying is that I'd work well with kids?" Mulder could barely make out her outline on the swing. "Sure, why not Mulder. You never cease to amaze me." "Or annoy you." "Well everything goes two ways." Just the tone of her voice, the way she leaned her head against the rusty chain of the swing told him about her weariness. "I've lied to you, Mulder," she continued in a flat voice, "I thought I would do anything for the truth. It was my duty. For my sister,Emily, your sister, my mother, but mostly for you and me. Believing in what's right only gets you so far and I feel like I've reached the end. Anyone who could suffer has, and anything we try to stop keeps moving on. I can keep working with you, I don't want to leave, but I'm afraid. Afraid I don't have any energy left, any passion." She turned to face him and in the semi-darkness the lines around her eyes were etched in silver, she looked ancient. Mulder shook his head and searched her face again, but the illusion of shadow was gone and her face had returned to normal. Mulder stood there letting the words slowly absorb themselves into his skin, and then did the only thing he could. Gently he pushed the swing, and Scully lifted her feet as if she knew what he was doing. Back and forth, back and forth, never going to high, or fast, but a subtle sway. Scully closed her eyes,concentrating on the protesting screech and grind of the metal joints that held the swing. She focused then on the hands that smoothly placed themselves at the small of her back and applied pressure to push her up and away once more. "Do you really want to fly?" Mulder asked filling the silence. "Yes." Mulder pushed with more force and up she rose. Scully let her head lay back and pumped her legs like when she was a little girl. The cool Washington wind brushed back her hair and the swing cried out. "It's not over yet." Mulder whispered as she came back down and then she was high in the air again. As an answer to her thoughts he pushed even harder. "This is only a momentary set back." Again when she came down her whispered something before sending her off. "They can't win." "We're so close" "I need you." With that said, Mulder stopped pushing and let her swing on her own. Scully stopped pumping her legs and tried to slow down scraping against the dirt till the last shriek of the metal stopped and there was silence. Gradually she stood up and faced the outline of Mulder. "I feel better." It wasn't an exclamation of relief or surprise, it was simply an acknowledgement. Mulder accepted it for what it was and lightly placed his hand on her back as they walked out of the park. The End So did you enjoy it? E-mail me at X-files@Mulder.com! If you hated it, make sure your flames actually have something contructive to say :-) Thanks! _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com