From: KassandraXF Hello happy people...oops. Well, I decided to take a bit of a break from Trouve L'Amour, Mystifying Oracle, and another which I just had to get out of my system ("Maelstrom" It'll be posted next year)Anyway, I felt like writing a short one just for the heck of it...sue me, I'm a slow worker and pretty inconsistent at times but I always finish what I start! Enjoy! DISCLAIMER: NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED. BELONGS TO CHRIS CARTER, FOX AND 10/13 PRODUCTIONS. I DON'T OWN 'EM AND IF I DID...WELL... NOTE: THE SONG 'POWER OF ONE' BELONGS TO MERRIL BAINBRIDGE (THE GARDEN)I LOVE THAT ALBUM!!! SPOILER WARNING: REFERENCE MADE TO FOURTH SEASON EP TFWID (HOW MANY REFERENCES/STORIES WERE MADE ON THAT EPISODE?!!) Dedicated to Jerri This is just a cute little story that takes place from Scully's point of view. Definately shipper...and definately G or less (is that possible?) Power of One by KassandraXF (KassandraXF@hotmail.com) I sat in the dark, looking out the window at the bleak, clouded sky. I was so confused; what had happened to me during the past four years? I was recruited by the FBI, partnered up with Spooky Mulder, became his best friend, he became mine, and, and....I fell in love. That was stupid, I wasn't supposed to fall in love with him. Not Mulder. I was supposed to spy on him and debunk his work. But as soon as I saw him, what choice did I have? But he doesn't love me. He's just not interested. Too wrapped up with his search...my search, too. It's become my search. Our search. For the truth. For Samantha. It's too quiet. Too silent. It's gonna drive me crazy. I feel like I'm already crazy. I probably am. Falling in love with Fox Mulder. Who'd of thought? Certainly not Them. That was not their intention. Damn, it's way too quiet! I'll turn on the radio. I never listen to this kind of music, I never listen to much music. I didn't do a lot of stuff before I met Mulder. How's turning on the radio gonna make a difference? This song has such a haunting beginning, reminds me of Mulder. Hell, everything is beginning to remind me of Mulder. *He opens up my mind in a way nobody else has ever. He opens up my dreams now the life I see is so much brighter. What makes it so one can touch another in such a way?* Opening up my mind is definitely an understatement. My dreams....him. Bright? He doesn't love me, how can it be bright? No one has ever affected me as much as he has. *We underestimate the beauty and the power of one.* We are one. But I want us to be a different One. Not like we are now. We're so close...and yet so far. Too far. *He opens up my fears to degrees I never though existed He opens up my heart to relieve the many pains afflicted What makes it so one can touch another in such a way?* Fears? I didn't know the meaning of fear before I met him...horrible things we've seen. So terrible. But now I fear he doesn't love me...that scares me the most. I don't think I can survive without him. Although he can be so frustrating at times, he's so gentle, so kind. Who'd of thought he'd be that way? *We underestimate the beauty and the power of one* I love him. Why can't he see that? *We weren't meant to be alone though alone in this life We leave and enter existence of flesh* Melissa...Sarah...she's his lover, his one true love...all eternity. We were meant to be friends. Nothing more. I don't want that. Before that, it seemed like I was his soulmate. Not Sarah...not Melissa. I'm not. I don't want to be alone. I don't want anybody else. *We all need to feel and a hand that's tender One heart, one hand can effect another in such a way* Yes, we do...so much. I always thought I could stand alone. I can't. Not anymore. Not since I met Mulder. I need him...I love him...why doesn't he love me? Why? How did he get to mean so much to me? It wasn't supposed to be this way. *We underestimate the beauty and the power of one.* The song's ending...Alanis Morisette's 'Head Over Feet'. I heard this one before. Didn't they just play this a couple hours ago? This is what got me in this mood...shut up you dumb radio... Shut you off now. I can't take this. So bleak and dreary outside. So dismal. I wish Mulder were here...I have to tell him. I'll burst if I don't...the phone...where is it? I love him....I love him....I love him....what if he doesn't feel the same? What if...I have to take a chance. I have to. I'm gonna go crazy if I don't tell him...I have to tell him. "Hi, Mulder, it's me." "Hey Scully." "Whatcha doing?" "Nothing much. Watching some TV, that's all. Is there anything wrong Scully? You sound kinda upset." "I'm fine, Mulder." "Now I know something is wrong." "Actually Mulder, can you come over? Please?" "Sure Scully. You OK?" "Yeah, I'm fi...I just want to talk to you." "I'll be there in around twenty five minutes or so. 'Kay? See you then Scully." "See you." X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X *twenty five minutes later* The doorbell! That must be him...oh, God, here goes nothing... "Hi Mulder." End? OK true, I could do better but I just had to do SOMETHING with one of Merril Bainbridge's songs! Merry X-Mas and a happy New Year! If anyone wants a sequel I'll be more than happy to write one! Just e me with comments and such..note: I don't take criticism too well... KassandraXF@hotmail.com