From: "Lisa Jaynes" Date: Thu, 27 May 1999 08:52:53 PDT Subject: MSR MSR MSR By: Scullystar (formerly Mithrandir) I decided going by this was easier since I attach it to everything else (c: Disclaimer: These characters are not mine and never will be mine (cries) They belong to the wonderful Chris Carter, and will always belong to him(cries). If I had a hold of them for just one day though....I'm telling ya'.... Rating: PG Archive anywhere as long as my name stays attached (c: Category: MSR (was anything less expected?)Pure short-story fluff, I tell you. Mind candy. Sugar-coated imagination gone wild. Nothing more, nothing less. My Name Is Dana Scully xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx For those of you who may not know me, My name is Dana Scully. Dana Katherin Scully actually. I work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. You heard me correctly. I'm an FBI agent. I'd like to think that I'm a good one at that. For the past 7 years I've worked with a wonderful, troubled, stubborn, reckless, unpredictable, annoying, loveable, paranoid, smart, sexy, pestering, unbearable, passionate, perfect man named Fox Mulder. It's hard to think that one man could hold so many different qualities. And it's hard to imagine that anyone could love a man that was so screwed up. But I do. And I do it whole-heartedly. I have to. I found that there was no other way for me to go on living unless I was breathing him, depending on him to motivate every movement of my body like the heart pumping in my chest. It might seem a little weak willed, but it's not. I chose to do this on my own, not because I needed him for every little thing, but because I want him in my life for every little thing. Even when I tell him to leave me alone or tell him I'm fine, or even when I claim that not everything is about him...I'm lying to him. I know that my world revolves around my job...my work on The X-Files...my dedication to it. And because of that, my world revolves around my partner Mulder. I think on some level he knows that I'd follow him to the ends of the Earth and beyond if he asked me to...or even if he didn't ask me to. He has already proved that he was willing to to the same for me so many times...he's almost died for me more times that I care to recall. I sit now at my desk here in our basement office waiting for his late arrival. I knew he'd be late today. He didn't tell me or call me or leave a note...I just knew when I got up that he wouldn't be here when I got in. So here I sit, waiting. I wait only perhaps to see the sheepish grin he'll give me when he rushes in through the door. Or maybe it's just to watch him come into the room, making the office a little more bearable. At any rate, I watch the clock still sitting and waiting. Mulder comes in finally at 9:45. I have given up my patience and started working on a few expense reports and other bothersome paperwork that needed to be filled out from our last case. It's funny but I hardley remember what had happened that whole week we were on that case. It had turned out to be nothing. No X-File at all, but it was a successful case to say the least. A murderer had been captured and a little boy and girl had been safely returned to their mother. I smile at the happy memory and continue busying myself with paperwork until Mulder comes over to me, thinking I'm mad at him for being so late, with a steaming hot mug of fresh coffee at a peace offering. I smile as I take it from his hand, my fingers lightly brushing over his, and I place it down on my desktop as I thank him, avoiding his gaze. I think I might be blushing, but for what reason, I do not know. Nothing had happened. No words were spoken. No reason to be blushing. Imagine. Me. Dana Scully. Blushing. Mulder sits perched on the edge of my desk waiting for me to look up at him. I finally give in and turn my eyes to meet his, sipping my coffee and awaiting a question or a comment I knew was bound to drop from his sensual mouth. If he could read my dirty mind as I watch his mouth, I knew I would have a lot more than explaining to be doing right about now. " I'm sorry I'm late, Scully." he says to me. I really do think he honestly thinks I'm mad at him for something. " It's ok, Mulder," I say not without amusement," I had a feeling you would be." " You did, did you? A premonition? A vision into the future? This just might be an X-File, Scully," he teases me with that twinkle in his eye that makes me smile every time. " So what's up for today, Mulder," I start," Where do you have us flying this time?" Mulder looks a little sad for a split second right before he tells me: " Nothing. Nowhere. It's a boring day today, Scully. Just paperwork to do today, I guess...sorry. I know how much you enjoy looking for aliens with me and trying to uncover global government conspiracies, but I'm afraid we're just going to have to finish up our..." he looks down at the papers covering my usually tidy desk, "...Expense reports? Arg...Scully...just shoot me. I hate doing expense reports." " I know you do. Most of the stuff you end up putting on here, the Bureau won't pay for," I smile at him. He just gives me a playful look that says 'watch it, buddy' and I turn my attention back to the report staring up at me from the surface below . I make a face too. I hate expense reports as much as Mulder does. As I read carefully over the papers that I'm going to be turning into the A.D. soon, I stop, actually doing a double-take as I catch one huge mistake. What the hell is a $2000 gold and emerald necklace doing on the report? I glance over at Mulder who is now busy with his own paperwork at his desk. I look back down at the paper again. This surely can't be a legitimate expense. " Mulder? Take a look at this and see if you can explain it...it's got me baffled." I watch as he comes over to my desk again looking over my shoulder as I point out the serious flaw in our report. I hear his breath catch for a second, then hear him clear his throat. " Um...I don't know why that's there, Scully...you'll just have to take it out...before we hand it in." I listened to his words very carefully. I can always tell if he's lying to me by the tones in his deep voice. " Are you sure you don't know why it's there? I mean...it's kind of a hard thing to get on an expense report by accident." I'll get it out of him yet. " Why would I need a $2000 emerald necklace, Scully? To give to the Wizard of Oz?" I Shrug. " Knowing you?" He glares. Even though he is behind me, I can feel his stare. I turn in my chair to meet his eyes. Green fury. He's mad at me. " Mulder...what's wrong?" I ask, now really concerned. Mulder fishes something out of his pocket, and hides it in his big hands, fingers curled around it. " I'm sorry...I wanted it to be a surprise...I guess I made a really big mistake when I was doing my share of the expenses the other day..." He looks at me and almost pouts. I'm genuinely confused. " Wanted what to be a surprise, Mulder?" Mulder remains silent until I have to ask him again. This time he looks down at his feet, finding his shoes much more interesting than the current conversation. Then he looks back up at me, and I'm hit by a flood of emotions that radiate through his eyes into mine. His eyes sparkle and twinkle in the few rays of sunlight that come through our small window high in the wall. He holds his fist out to me, and uncurls his fingers from around a small black, velvatine box. I stare for a moment. Is this for me? Does he want me to open it? He takes my hand, palm up, and places the box in it. " Happy birthday, Scully," he says quietly. " Mulder, my birthday isn't for another few months. " " I know that, Scully...but you found me out by my own mistake...Aren't you going to open it?" I smile and nod, clicking the small box open. My heart swells when I see what's inside. A small pear cut emerald pendant hanging from a gold chain sits sparkling inside the box, and I feel myself unable to speak. Unable to breathe. I turn my gaze to his worried face. He's too busy worrying that I'll hate it to notice the wide smile across my face. " Mulder...I absolutely love it." I get up and give him a big hug, and he returns it finally. He smiles down at me. " I was so worried that you wouldn't," he tells me honestly. I shake my head. " I can't believe you did something like this for me...for my birthday." Mulder shrugged at me. " Well, I taught you how to hit a baseball last year, so I figured this year I would buy you a necklace." I smiled at him and practically melted in his arms when he smiled back at me with a sexy toothy grin. " I don't know what possessed you to do this, Mulder. Thank you so much." Mulder stared at me for a moment. This moment is electric. The whole room feels charged. The way he's looking at me now is making me want to kiss him. I reach up and kiss him gently on the corner of his mouth. I feel him hold the back of my neck so that I can't pull back from him. He turns his head slightly and pressed his warm lips against mine for our first kiss. I melt. As we stand kissing in the middle of our office, I feel this wave of rightfulness wash over me. I know this was how it was meant to turn out. I know he knows it. I feel his tongue enter my waiting mouth and run over mine, and I want to take him home with me right now. Mulder looks at me, love in his green eyes. " I know I don't have to tell you how much I love you, Scully. I know you must know." I nod at him. " I know. I know." I smile. " And I'm sure I don't need to tell you how much I love you either, Mulder, I'm sure you know already. I'm sure you've known forever." My partner nods at me and smiles right before he pulls me into another kiss. I'm giddy. I'm wonderfully happy. I'm in love and I'm loved by My partner, Fox Mulder. I take his hand and lead him out for the office now, and to the elevator. " Where are we going?" he asks with a broad smile. I lean up against him and kiss him long and hard. " Home..." I say. The elevator dings and the doors open, letting us in. He grins knowingly at me and I smile back. "...the expense reports can wait..." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx END! Feedback is a required part of my daily life and part of this balanced breakfast. e-mail me at Scullystar@hotmail.com