Date: Tue, 24 Mar 1998 22:53:53 -0500 To: "EP Mailing List 1":;, "EP Mailing List 2":; From: Agent DM Warning: Mushy MSR ahead! Rating:Umm...PG-13 Disclaimer: I don't own Fox Mulder or Dana Scully, except in my own little world. They belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. Even if I did own Phoebe Green, I wouldn't admit it. But, thankfully,I don't. She also belongs to Mr. Carter and the rest of the 1013 Gang No spoilers. Classification: SR Summary: The Feeble One makes an unexpected appearance at a Bureau function Keywords: MSR, Phoebe Green Dedications: Claybrook, DA, Verbal, Fox, XP, and the rest of the IRC gang One Red Rose (1/2) By: Kate dreamer15@webtv.net "Mulder! Are you ready?" the flame haired Dana Scully called from the bathroom where she was changing for the bureau party tonight. Mulder was changing out in the office. "Yeah, Scully, come on out!" The door opened and Mulder's breath caught in his throat. Dana Scully stood there in a simple, elegant black sheath, her red-gold hair up in a chigon. "Scully--Dana...you look...breathtaking!" he stammered. she gave him a radiant smile that she gave all too infrequently. "Well, if we're using first names...Fox," she emphasized, smirling, trying to gauge his reaction, but he just stood there, a silly smile plastered on his face like he was trying to do some Tom Cruise impression, "would you fasten this?" she held out a pearl choker and he accepted it, forcing himself out of his proverbial fog. His hands trembled as a wave of affection and emotion surged over him. 7 pm Fontaine Hotel Fox Mulder was as giddy as a child as he entered the Angel Ballroom with his exquisitely beautiful partner on his arm. They quickly found their table and were pleased to see that they had been seated with AD Walter Skinner and his date, Fiona. throughout the first course, Mulder thought about what he had decided to do as soon as he got a chance. He was as fidgity as a toddler until the dishes were finally cleared and he was able to excuse himself. Dana scully struggled to hide her disappointment. She had been hoping for a dance with Mulder. Shivers shot up her spine when she thought about the Christmas party, when he held her in his arms...she had to stop thinking that way! He was her partner and nothing else. Still, she sighed and hoped that they would get a chance after he got back. Fox Mulder ran out of the building and almost knocked over a chesty brunette in a strapless, low cut, sequined gown, but, surprisingly, he didn't give her a second glance. He was too intent on his mission. He walked through the quiet street until he found his favorite floral shoppe. His old friend, Liz was at the counter. "Hello, Mr. Mulder! The usual?" Mulder was embarassed that she had noticed the number of times he had come in here in the past, how he always asked for the same arrangement whenever he was trying to impress a lady- or trying to get ehr to sleep with him. He took a deep breath and said lightly, "No, this is for someone very special. I'll take 11 white roses and one red rose." 8 pm Fontaine Hotel Mulder stopped outside the doors of the Angel Ballroom to collect himself for a moment. He couldn't believe what he was about to do. But you were meant to be with one person for the rest of your life, and he meant for that to start right now. He adjusted his tie, took a deep breath, and stepped inside. The first thing he saw was her copper hair glinting under the light of the chandelier. She was talking to someone. It was the same woman he had almost knocked over before, he realized. How'd you like it? It was one of my first attempts at this sort of thing. Comments, praises, flames, and all chia pets may be sent to me dreamer15@webtv.net end part 1/2 One Red Rose (2/2) By:Kate dreamer15@webtv.net She was talking to someone, the woman he had almost knocked over before, he realized. Suddenly shy, he approached slowly, trying to keep out of their sight. As he neared, he could hear the brunette say "...on top of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's grave!" Realization hit him like a ton of bricks, it was Phoebe Green, the bitch from Britain who had broken his heart so badly that he had planned to hide it from the world, until he met Dana Scully. Suddenly, anger washed over him as he saw the glee in Phoebe's eyes, and the pain in Dana's, as Dana turned and walked away. At that moment, Phoebe spotted him and sauntered over, her eyes lighting up. "Fox! How nice of you to finally return. I was telling your partner, Dina...Scaly is it?" she trilled, all innocence. "You know damn well what her name is form the L'ively case. What the hell did you say that upset her so much?" Mulder's eyes showed the same pain that Dana's had, though Phoebe ignored it. "I was just telling her of the crazy times we had when you were back at Oxford. I told her of my plans to well..." she stepped closer, drawing her hand down his cheek in what was meant to be a provacative guesture, but her long, vampish nails felt like talons down his face. He had gotten used to Dana's soft touch. "I told her that i wanted to recreate those times!" Phoebe cackled gleefully. She stepped closer. "Remember the cemtary that night, Fox?" she continued ina seductive whisper, but Mulder only saw red. He seized her wrist and proceeded to drag her in the direction of the table, not noticing the "There goes *Spooky* Mulder again" glances of the other agents. as they neared, Scully was talking to Skinner and Fiona, but he could tell that she hadn't mentioned anything, thought the hurt was evident in her eyes as she looked up and saw them holding hands. Mulder looked at the AD who tactfully excused himself and Fiona. He tried to pry himself out of pheobe's grip, but she held fast. one look at Dana was all it took to get the adrenaline flowing for him to yank his hand free from her vise-like grip. he sat and gently placed the flowers ont he table. the tissue paper they were wrapped in was a little crumpled and sweaty, but they were otherwise ok. He gently turned her to face him and he stared deep in to her eyes until their surroundings became oblivious. A grating noise interrupted their reverie. Phoebe, still not used to not getting what she wanted, said, with a smug look on her face, "What happened to your weakness for fire?" Mulder drew his eyes from Scully, his soft look hardening when he looked at Phoebe, "Oh, I love fire. I love the fire in her eyes, I love the fire in her spirit," he paused, releasing her hands which he had not even realized he had taken, and touched her flame coloured hair, "She is my fire." Looked back at Dana, "I love you." A tear slipped down her cheek. He stood, looked down toward the ground, and held his hand out shyly to her. Though Scully was feeling overwhelmed and filled with love, she still managed to gloat a little as she passed Phoebe as Mulder led her to the dance floor. 10 pm Mulder's Car Mulder drove and thought about the night, his fingers interlocked with Scully's. He felt relief that everything was now out in the open, and he was free of that bitch forever. He realized that he didn't even know why she had been there. But, as he looked over at Dana, he realized that he didn't care. As Mulder drove and reflected on the night, Scully was thinking about how she felt as well. She glanced down at the flowers on her lap, the one red rose, and a grin curved her mouth. She hoped Mulder was wearing those black silk boxers... You know what to do... dreamer15@webtv.net -- End --