From: SJLRose@aol.com
Date: Sat, 16 Jan 1999 15:17:29 EST
Subject: my story-"A Rainy Day"

A Rainy Day

Summary: Mulder and Scully survive a rainy day.

Disclaimer: They're not mine, sadly. I would hope y'all know whose they are.

Classification: S, MSR

Rating: PG

Spoilers: none

Distribution: Gossamer. All others please ask permission. This story is 
kind of special to me (it's my first MSR fanfic), and I'm not going to 
have it archived it just anywhere. Gossamer archivists, please credit me.

Author's Note: I wrote this for my fellow shippers. Noromos who read this
 
might be traumatized.
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A Rainy Day
by Dana Rose Dawson(nom de plume)

<Rain,> thought Dana Scully dismally, looking out her window. <It's raining 
*again*. And Mulder's not even here to console me, or at least just be here 
with me. Not that he'd ever do anything of the sort, of course. He's my 
*partner*. Why would he want to be with *me* when we're not working? We 
don't *have* that kind of a relationship.> She paused for a moment, 
watching the rain, then added, <But I wish we did.>

At that very moment, Fox Mulder was looking out *his* window. <Raining 
*again*,> he thought, disgusted with the weather. It had been raining every 
day that week. <I wish Scully was here...> Then, shocked at his own 
thoughts, he asked himself, <Why do I want Scully to be here with me?> Then 
he answered his own question. <Because I love her. Because I love her with 
my whole heart and soul.> He sighed deeply, thinking of her, and continued 
staring out the window on that depressing, dreary day. Then an idea popped 
into his head. <Why don't you call her, Fox? You know you want to.> He 
thought about this for a minute, then asked out loud, "But what would I say 
to her?"

"Say to who?" said a familiar female voice.

Mulder spun around. "Scully?! Hi! I was just thinking about you!"

"You had better have been thinking only good thoughts, Mulder. Because if
you weren't-"

"How could anyone ever think anything but good thoughts about you, Scully?" 
he said teasingly, grinning at her. He reached out to touch her hair.

She swatted his hand away. "Stop that," she said, but she was grinning too.

Silently, they stood like that for a moment, each of them enjoying the 
other's company. Then Scully spoke up. "So, Mulder, uh, who was that you 
were talking about when I came in?"

"Oh, um, no one," he replied, rather hastily. <She can *never* know.>

"Are you sure?"

"Actually, Scully, I was thinking about someone I've known for a long time."

"An old friend?"

"Yes. I've known her for a long time. She's even saved my life on occasion. 
She is the only person I can trust, and the only person I've ever really 
loved-excluding my family, of course." He paused for a moment, then admitted 
shyly, "She is you, Scully."

Scully went pale. "*Me*?" she whispered.

He nodded. "Yes."

"Mulder, by any chance have you experienced any sort of head trauma lately?"

<She doesn't believe me,> Mulder realized. "Scully, you've got to trust me 
on this."

"But, Mulder, I-I never thought that-"

"Shhh," he whispered, putting his finger to her lips to silence her. Then
he spoke again. "Scully, I love you."

"Tell me again," Scully said softly.

"I love you, Dana Scully, I love you. During the first few years we were 
together, I never thought I *could* love you, but lately-oh god, Scully, 
sometimes I've wanted so badly to tell you, but I was so scared, and unsure, 
and I-" He was growing more emotional with every word.

Scully came over and put her arm around him. "Shhh, Mulder, it's okay, calm 
down," she soothed. Then she said, "Mulder, I-I love you, too."

"You-you do?" he stuttered.

"Yes, Fox-I mean *Mulder*."

"It's okay. You can call me Fox if you want to."

"But I thought you *hated* it when people call you that."

"I do, normally. Mom, and now you, are the only exceptions." A wry grin 
crossed his face. "But under *no* circumstances is *anyone* allowed to call 
me 'Spooky.'"

"Yeah, okay, sure, Fox. You can call me Dana if you want. I don't mind."
She smiled radiantly.

And from that day forth, they used first names when addressing each other. 
They carried on a secret romance, so they wouldn't be separated. They spent 
hours together, just chatting about *normal* things, because they had a lot 
to catch up on. And they never, ever missed a chance to kiss, or say, "I 
love you."

-end of "A Rainy Day"-

Author's Note: Well, how's that for a first try? Please e-mail me at 
sjlrose@aol.com. Additional stories, poems, and filks by the author can be 
found at http://members.aol.com/sjlrose/fanfic.htm.