Subject: "One Perfect Rose" 1/1 From: "lenia" Date: 24 Jun 1997 11:46:41 GMT Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully and Agent Pendrell belong to Chris Carter, 1013 & Fox Network. Used without permission as usual, no infringment intended. Agent Kitson is mine though. Mine! All mine!! The poem 'O My Luve's Like A Red Red Rose' is by Robert Burns and 'One Perfect Rose' is by Dorothy Parker. Rating: G Warning: A hint of MSR. Spoilers: NONE! Summary: Scully receives a rose on her desk everyday from a mystery person and is determined to reveal the identity of the sender. This is my first hand at fun-fic! (pun intended). Please be kind and send all comments, suggestions, flames, roses, pics of DD to ybbaoet@singnet.com.sg "One Perfect Rose" by lenia ybbaoet@singnet.com.sg As Dana Scully entered the basement office, her heart skipped a beat. There it was on her desk again. A stalk of red rose. This time, it came with the message "One perfect rose for one perfect lady". A mystery person had been sending her roses everyday for the past week. By now, she was feeling quite uncomfortable about it. At first, she thought that it was Mulder who sent her the flowers as he was the only one who had the keys to the office. However, when she questioned him about it, he denied everything and kept teasing her about it. And there was Agent Kitson, who had frequently tried to ask her out on a date, but she always had to cancel at the last minute because something cropped up. And of course, there was Agent Pendrell, who always seemed to say the strangest things whenever they met. The next day... As Fox Mulder entered the basement office, his heart skipped a beat. There it was on her desk again, a stalk of red rose, probably from a secret admirer. His heart sank. He returned to his desk, but his eyes were focused on the rose. Who could have sent them? Who is trying to take Scully away from him? Realization hit him hard. He was getting jealous. He knew he had always loved Scully, but wasn't sure if she felt the same way too. After all the pain he had caused her, it seemed impossible that she would accept him. After five minutes, curiosity got the better of him and he walked over to Scully's desk. He had to find out who sent those flowers. He picked up the rose and the card beneath it. Before he could even read it, he heard the doorknob turning. He quickly placed everything back into position. Dana Scully entered the basement office and her heart skipped a beat. She knew what she saw. It was Mulder who was sending those flowers. "Oh, how sweet!" she thought. Mulder turned around to face Scully. She tried to look him in the eye but he quickly turned away. "Umm, Morning Scully. I was just looking for a pen." Mulder said sheepishly. He mumbled something under his breath and returned to his seat, trying to act as if nothing had happened. Scully walked to her desk, anxious to see what was written on the card. It read: Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear And the rocks melt wi' the sun I will luve thee still my dear While the sands o' life shall run. Scully sighed. Only Mulder would appreciate poetry like this. If only she could make him confess... If only he could make all her dreams come true. She stole a look at Mulder. God! He looked so sexy when he wore those glasses! Mulder felt so awkward. Scully had mistaken him for the mystery flower sender. "She's going to want more out of this. I can't take this." Mulder thought. "I have to go to the loo. I just can't think when Scully is staring at me." "Umm Scully? I'm going to the Archives okay?" Scully nodded and smiled. As soon as Mulder left the office, Scully quickly scribbled a note and placed it in his drawer. He was sure to find it when he came back. The day went on as usual. After Mulder returned to the office, it was particularly quiet. All was silent, and no words were exchanged. Scully looked at her watch. It was past one. She was feeling terribly hungry. "Mulder, I'm going for lunch. You coming?" "Nah, got lots of stuff to finish. Could you grab something back for me?" "Sure." Scully got her coat and left. Mulder heaved a huge sigh of relief. There was so much tension in the air he could just die! When he opened his drawers to get his files, he noticed a piece of paper. It was Scully's handwriting. It read: A single flow'r he sent me, since we met All tenderly his messenger he choose Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet- One perfect rose. I know the language of the floweret 'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.' Love long has taken for his amulet One perfect rose. Why is it no one sent me yet One perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get One perfect rose. Mulder smiled. He loved it when Scully got poetic. He had decided what to do. The remaining afternoon was just plain torture. Mulder was trying to maintain his cool, calm exterior and Scully was trying her upmost best to regain her solid composure. When five o'clock came, Mulder was the first to leave the office. "Tonight," he thought, "would be a night to remember." He smiled. With a leaden heart, Scully returned home. Maybe Mulder had not even found the note. She made a mental note to remove it the next morning. But maybe he found it and thought it was just one of the office girls who is trying to catch his attention. But isn't it obvious enough? Scully heard a knock on the door. She looked through the peephole, and as expected, it was Mulder. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Both stood frozen in the doorway momentarily until Mulder broke the silence. "Aren't you going to invite me in, or should I stand here till I become Frosty the snowman?" "Oh, sorry. Come on in." Scully shut the door behind her. She could not believe her eyes when Mulder produced a bouquet of roses hidden behind his back and presented it to her. "These are for you..." he paused. "Scu...Umm Dana, you know I'm not very good when I come to this, but I know I have to say it now and settle this matter once and for all." Mulder looked into Scully's eyes and held her hand. "You know, a few days ago, you left the office without your purse? I...er...needed some money urgently. I forgot to bring my wallet that day, so I took your credit card and splashed about three grand. Will you ever forgive me?" Mulder looked at Scully in his best puppy-dog face. The look on Scully's face was priceless. She was stunned but quickly regained her composure. "You have to return me the money in cash by the end of the month okay?" Scully glared at Mulder. At this moment, the only thing she wanted to do was to bury her head in her pillow. As Fox Mulder entered the basement office the next morning, he saw a stalk of red rose and a card on Scully's table. Mulder couldn't resist the temptation to look at what was written in the card. He peeked out into the doorway and made sure no one was around. He then returned to the desk and opened the envelope. The card read: "Call me at (202) 3764453." Mulder dialed the number without hesistation. "Hello Agent Scully, I've been waiting for your call." I'm the one who sent you the flowers...." "Frohike, get a life!" "Mulder, where did you get this number? It's my private line!" "The telephone numbers spell out FROHIKE! Now leave Agent Scully alone." Mulder placed the receiver back on the cradle and tore the card in pieces. "She won't be needing this anymore." As Dana Scully walked down the hallway to her office, she could swear she heard Mulder laughing hysterically....... THE END. So, whaddya think? Flames? Comments? Praises? Send them all to ybbaoet@singnet.com.sg When he shall die, take him and cut him in little pieces and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garnish sun. William Shakespeare (Romeo & Juliet)