From: "Jackie Pierce" Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2001 12:23:19 -0700 Subject: story submission Source: direct Title: MORE THOUGHTS Author: Jackie Pierce E-mail: muldermad@37.com Classification: Mulder/Scully friendship Keyword: none Rating: Too sweet, may cause tooth decay Spoilers: brief reference to pilot episode Archive: Anywhere, just let me know. Disclaimer: I called Chris, HE SAID I could borrow them. (yeah, right, sure, whatever) Summary: Mulder's POV of Scully Author's Note: I guess you could call this a sequel to AFTER THOUGHTS. I got many, many, many emails (OK, OK, I got one email, Thanks, Pat) requesting Mulder's POV on Scully. So here it is hope you like it. Warning: GRAB THE TISSUES I take off my glasses and rub the bridge of my nose and my eyes. It seems like hours since I have looked up from my desk. I never even noticed that my partner left the room. I hear the click of her heels approaching and I replace my glasses and turn the page just as she enters. She lets out a long sigh and drops into the chair behind her desk. I really hated to give in on that one. I liked the proximity of sharing one desk. Sure it got crowded and a little cumbersome at times but it made for a pleasant working environment. I teased her about it a little, telling her that she needed her physical space to resist me. She seemed unable to respond, at first. Then she stuck her tongue out at me. It was absolutely hilarious. Here she was a college-educated woman, and that was the only response she could come up with. A smile crosses my lips and she looks at me with a puzzled expression on her face. I go back to my work and bit my lower lip to keep from laughing at the memory. I am very grateful she understands me. At least she understands the huge sense of lose that I feel. I could never explain to her what it means to me to have her on my side. When everyone said that she had made a mistake with the direction in her life and indeed her career, she stayed here in the basement with me. She stayed because she cared enough about me to want to see that hole filled. Maybe she wanted to get a glimpse of the person I could have been had this not happened. I am so glad she can see past the walls I put up to protect myself. I would be lying if I said it was easy to let her in. As a matter of fact, at first I had not intention of letting her in. I tried to get her to leave the X-files. But it seemed the harder I pushed, the harder she pushed back. I have really come to respect her spunk and determination. I look up at her again, briefly. She is working diligently on another field report, her fingers flying over the keyboard. I, on the other hand, seem to have momentarily lost my train of thought. I am amazed at how much we need one another. I am amazed that she depends on and needs me. Our relationship is far beyond special. Just through a hug or a touch we can share our innermost feelings and provide complete and total comfort to one another. The messages come through loud and clear. I look up at her again and smile. She really thinks I am up to something when I walk over to her desk, take her hand, and pull her to her feet. I gently pull her into an embrace and whisper "Thank you" as I rest my chin in her peach-scented hair. I think that hole just got a little smaller. Send e-mails to muldermad@37.com Flames will be allowed to burn out.