From: Annette Gisby <annette.gisby@which.net>
Date: Mon, 1 Nov 1999 12:38:22 -0000
Subject: NEW: ONE NIGHT MSR

TITLE: One Night
AUTHOR: Annette Gisby
EMAIL: annette.gisby@which.net
SUMMARY: sequel to "The Last Kiss"
CATEGORY: MSR, V

ONE NIGHT

Mulder came over last night.

One night together.

That's what we promised ourselves.

One night to forget about THEM.

One night to find comfort with each other.

One night before he leaves me.

I thought I could handle it. I thought it would be enough.

But it wasn't and it never will.

One night with Mulder.

It was like going for a gourmet meal and only having the appetiser. I
wanted the main course. Heck, I wanted desert too.

But I can't have it and I never will.

He's already gone when I wake up in the morning.

There's a dent in the pillow next to mine, where he lay last night,
the only thing which lets me know that he was really here and not
a dream.

I promised myself I wouldn't cry. We both knew it was only one
night. It was my suggestion, so why do I feel so awful? The
tears fall anyway, now that Mulder isn't here to see them.

I crush his pillow to my face and sob into it. It smells of Mulder,
of sweat and tears that I swore I wouldn't shed. I curl up in a
ball, hugging the pillow so tight that I can hardly breathe. Maybe
that wouldn't be so bad.

I can't believe he's really gone.

I can't believe that I thought one night with him would be enough to
see me through the empty years ahead.

He was gentle as a lover, and strong and passionate too.

How could he just walk away from that?

I don't think it was just the danger he was worried about. We were
always in danger in our line of work. Maybe he just didn't feel the
same way as I do. I would put up with any danger as long as I was
with him. As long as we were together.

My sobs subside leaving me feel numb and drained.

It took Mulder seven years and one night to tear down the walls which
held Dana Scully in place. I can feel them going up again, brick by
brick. No-one will ever scale them again. I won't let them.

I can't believe he would really leave me. I thought that I would
wake up and he would still be here, unable to let me go. That's what
I wanted.

But we don't always get what we want.

One night is going to have to be enough.

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