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From: Folieadeux <folieadeux98@hotmail.com>
Date: 20 Jul 2003 22:03:40 -0700
Subject: New: Proximity (1/1)
Source: atxc

Title: Proximity
Author: Folieadeux
Rating: Blah. I don't know, R? 
Category: Sk POV, UST, Sk/M
Spoilers: SR819
Feedback: Hell yeah. folieadeux98@hotmail.com
Distribution: Just ask and keep headers intact.
Summary: Missing scene. Haven challenge. "Head on over to the other
side of the playground" Basically you had to write something or
someone you have never tried before. I've never played on the slashy
slide before...wheeee! (220 words)
Disclaimer: Must I? Not mine - all 1013 / Fox. *sob*
Originally posted: July 2003 www.invidiosa.com/folieadeux/

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Proximity
by Folieadeux


He's staring at me. I'm grateful for the darkness. I shield myself
from him these days. Forever placing objects between us: file folders,
desks, distracted demeanor, Scully. He's clueless to my metaphoric
lines in the sand. Borders created to remind myself to stay on this
side. This side of the desk, this side of the chain of command. And
now, this side of a darkened office.

I feel like shit. Trying to maneuver myself into a more comfortable
position I struggle to keep my face pain free.

"Sir, are you sure you don't need something?" Mulder smoothly exits
his perch and approaches me.

"Agent Mulder, I've made my position clear regarding this matter."

Mulder crouches down, his blank expression replaced by mild amusement.
"I didn't ask your position on the death penalty, only if you want an
aspirin."

I frown, the only response I will allow myself.

"Careful, sir. Your face will stick that way."

"I'm pro. However, I believe the current system seriously flawed." 
*Please go away.*

He regards me quietly. All eyes, pupils dilated from the low light.
He's too close. He crossed my border and I feel mild panic. He
abruptly turns his attention to the door. Scully's heels announce her
typically swift approach.

Removing himself from my proximity, he returns to his perch on the
desk.


The End