From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 08:32:24 -0600
Subject: My Romance by Dana E. Vassy
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Title: My Romance
Author: Dana E. Vassy
Rating: G
Category: MSR
Spoilers: Zip. Zilch. Zero
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The transition from childhood to adulthood has always 
fascinated me.  It never ceases to amaze me, how people 
develop and evolve.  And nothing is more peculiar than my 
own progression.

Sometimes I wonder what became of the young Dana Scully.  
She was wild, impetuous and manipulative in the most 
innocent way.  Whether crying to divert daddy's rage or 
batting eyelids to get a lift home from school, that Dana 
took advantage of her femininity.

Back then, I was a hopeless romantic.  I dreamt of being 
swept off my feet and showered with gifts, and of candlelit 
dinners like I saw on television shows.  It was so easy to 
envisage my soul mate; unfortunately I thought I'd found 
him in practically every guy I dated for six years.  

I suppose my voracious appetite for fiction fuelled this 
fantasy.  From an early age, books captivated me - a 
distinct advantage over my peers when I entered the 
education system.  The continual upheaval, and lack of 
roots in my navy upbringing left me without a continuous 
friend.  Stories filled that void, and kept my childish 
imagination out of mischief.

When I reached my teens, I was always engrossed in a slushy 
teenage romance.  Melissa was as giddy as me, only her 
inspiration came from the soap operas my father berated her 
for watching.  So, by and large, I was left to my little 
fantasy world.   

These stories stretched my mind in a way school could not.  
I could visualise myself in these wonderful tales, whether 
my Romeo was providing a starlight picnic in a deserted 
cove, or serenading me with soft guitar music.  I found it 
impossible for anyone to live without this level of 
dedication and affection.

But somewhere in between, I grew up, as all children are 
bound to do.  I never could ascertain why I became so 
repressed; perhaps I was frightened I would never find my 
'true love'.  Whatever the reason, I continued for many 
years without intimacy, and without love.

Until now.  Today, I rest assured that beneath the wrinkles 
and the scars, the little girl I once was is content.  Fox 
Mulder has made me the happiest woman alive.  He has also 
taught me a valuable lesson.

At last I can understand the love I hungered for all my 
life.  And I appreciate that little Scully was inaccurate.  
I am more deeply in love than my subconscious could begin 
to imagine, and there's no need for hyperbole.  Mulder 
shows me everyday that he would die for me, such is his 
devotion.  And that is the very truest kind of love.

So while my romance may not be filled with stars and 
lilting music, it has everything it needs.  And that one 
vital ingredient is the wonderful man that I love.


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Author's Notes

Thanks to my wonderful betas, including Jenni who did a great
first-time job on my work.  

Some of the ideas in here arise from the album "Broadway Baby" by
Maria Friedman.  Others come from the Dempsey/Rowe musical Witches
of Eastwick produced by Cameron Mackintosh. *5* Olivier nominations
WHOOOHOO!