From drbambi12@aol.com Tue Apr 22 12:44:29 1997 Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: Pandora's Box From: drbambi12@aol.com (DrBambi12) -------- Author: Allison ( DrBambi12@aol.com ) Category: MSR Rating: PG Spoilers: You bet! Small Potatoes, all of it ( practicly ) Disclaimer: OK, Mulder, Scully, all the other characters, the episode it self, and the XFiles, aren't mine, sadly. They belong to 1013, Chris Carter, and Fox. No infringement is intended. Authors Note: This is my FIRST bit of fan fic. I've posted reviews, but never fanfic. I'm excited. Oh, and while we are on the topic of reviews, I'm now apologizing for posting one here. I was unaware that the have there own little newgroup. Sorry! I told you I was new at this! Summary: Scully is considering the previous events, and is soon forced to face the aftermath of her actions. Which don't worry, isn't always a bad thing. ______________________________________________ Dana Scully stared into he mirror. Her pajamas hung down over her shoulders, and her hair was loose and wild. She studied the reflection, and the tired looking woman staring back at her, did the same. She could not forget the events that had happened, not even for a fraction of a second. They lay gaping at her. She was horrifyed, at her self, and what this had done to her and Mulder. Oh God, Mulder, she could not bare to think what this had started with him. It had opened something, that Dana Scully, never wanted open. The possibilities. She thought about him. Him. He had come, with that little boy look on his face, and seen her. Poised under a man, whom looked just like him. Scully could only imagine what had passed threw his head. What lay open to him, what was going on in her head, to him was a mystery. He was probably curious what Scully was thinking, as she sat there wondering what he was thinking... She shook her head, trying to free herself of confusion. She walked quietly into the kitchen, and poured her self a glass of water. She sipped at it, but it was only a decoy. To keep those threatening tears back. She put the glass down and bit her lip. What in hell had he seen? The memories of the moment were fresh in her head, and they probably were in Mulder's as well. But, what had that felt like, for him? There professional balnce had been trown off because she was drunk. DRUNK! God damn it, she had gotten drunk! Special Agent Dana Scully can't get drunk. SHE had gone, and let go her self. It was a great feeling while it lasted. Until HE burst in. God, she had been so gulible. She must of looked like an ass hole. She bit her lip some more. Everything was clear at that moment. She remembered that nano-second, when it all was one big picture. For a moment, she had hoped that it was the real Mulder that she had been moments away from kissing. But, she knew, it wasn't. If it was the real Mulder, everything would've been fine. None of this wondering, nothing to leave up to the imagination. After that, everything just passed around her, she became unaware of what was going on. But, she could feel Mulder's eyes on her, wondering. She had really wished it was the real Mulder in whom she had been so close with. If it was him, she wouldn't have to explain, or worry. There would've have been nothing to tell him for, everything would've been told the night before. She could've slept that night, and Mulder wouldn't have to try to pry her open. To see what the hell was goignt on in there. She had told Eddie. But for some reason, it was a hole lot easier talking to Eddie, tha it was talking to Mulder. Everything she had told Eddie VanBludht was just sand in the wind now. She tried to just close up what she had told him, and what she had done but, it remained open. She had felt so much at that moment. Neither of them had a frim grasp on what they had seen that night. And now, there was the stupid aftershock. A tear made it's way down her cheek. This was the aftershock. Her confused thoughts stopped, and she just cried. There was so much to this situation, she couldn't think about it, never mind talk about it. She didn't want to think. Sobbs escaped her throat, and she felt rather "Un-Scullyish" But, she was not going to think. No. Just cry Dana, she told her self, just cry. _____________________________________________ She sat with a box of tissues, on her couch. As her tears subsided, her worries went into overdrive. She tryed to calm her self down but, it was hard. Why did this have to happen. Why had she ripped open this Pandora's box. There was so much left untouched. Unresearched. What had gone on inside of her that night. And what Mulder had seen. This stupid Pandora's box. So confusing, so harmful. It could never be closed though. It might cause her many more nights of crying, and worrying, but it would always remain open. Mulder would always have that memory of her and "him". And he would always have something to think about every night. He would always know that Scully had really been that, trusting, or that beleieving in Mulder that, she would jump over the edge with him. Wait a minute. How far would she have gone. Thoughts raced threw her mind. Is that how much I care about Mulder? Would I have... There was no points in 'what ifs' now.It would always be open, they would both always face each other at work. She knew, that it would always be there until, they looked inside, and dealt with what it was, inside. She paused, and wiped her eyes. Her troubled thoughts grew slower, and she became tired. The thought of ever having to deal with this, and tell Mulder, made her stomach hurt. Her cool, Scully exterior masked over her, and she stopped crying. Well, at least for that night. Tomorrow night would be another night, of worrying, and dreaming, about what the hell was inside, that Pandora's box. Allison OK, that was the end. What did you think? RESPOND! Just remember, this is a first for me.