From: "Tygr Eyz" Date: Sun, 06 Feb 2000 05:28:41 GMT Subject: xfc: "The Right Path" by TygrEyz (1 of 1) Source: xfc From: "Tygr Eyz" TITLE: The Right Path AUTHOR: TygrEyz DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere. SPOILERS: Conduit RATING: G CLASSIFICATION: V, MSR KEYWORDS: MSR SUMMARY: One decision. One outcome. FEEDBACK: The way every author lives. tygreyz@hotmail.com DISCLAIMER: It's rather obvious they aren't mine. Fox and Chris Carter take all the honors. (though personally DD and GA own the characters... so there.) Note: Thanks to RocketMan for letting me bounce my ideas and just generally be a pest. When I was little the first thing I remember wanting to do was to draw for MGM studios. Then after I figured out that while I could, yes, draw horses that were mistaken for dogs and glorified stick-men that, no, I was not going to be recruited out of elementary school to go draw for them. My next ambition was to be a nurse like my grandma but was turned away from that idea when I learned you had to go to school for *gasp* four years. Then the animal phase overtook me. I wanted a horse. Very badly. Which brought with it the urge to be a veterinarian. It was then I learned it was an 8 year thing but I was old enough then to realize that no matter what I still was going to have to go so I might as well get used to the idea. As I neared the end of high school my parents and I decided that possibly human medicine might be the way to go. The idea grew quickly and the slicing and dicing, while not always pretty, made my job interesting enough for my inquisitive mind. Then the FBI came into the picture. I jumped for it with open arms. I'd not only get to do what I was trained for, I'd be helping bring justice also. In no quiet way Fox Mulder walked into my life. Now here was a puzzle I couldn't figure out. In just a few cases he became less of a puzzle and more of a lost, sensitive, passionate, and most definitely handsome man. A man that, by the time we investigated the disappearance of Kevin Kryder's sister, I was falling for in a phenomenal way. If it hadn't have been for my parent's guidance I might have been holding a thermometer under some poor dog's tail in rural Iowa instead of working with the man I love. Would you call it fate? Luck? I suppose it's really not important just as long as you make the best of it. And I intend to. THE END.