Subject: NEW: Saturday Night Musings
Date: 24 Nov 1996 07:59:29 GMT
From: glacy1@ix.netcom.com(Gayle Lacy Jr)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative


I decided to try my hand at Scullyangst with a hint of
MSR.  Please let me know what you think.

DISCLAIMER:  The characters of Scully and Mulder belong
to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network.

CATEGORY:  V

RATING:  I'll err on the side of caution and say PG.

SUMMARY:  Scully contemplates her relationship with Mulder.
Contains a spoiler for the third season episode Irresistable.

Saturday Night Musings
by
Denise Lacy

Scully sat curled up on her couch covered with a throw
against the slight chill in the air, reading the latest
issue of The Journal of Forensic Pathology.  Or at least
trying to read it.  After realizing she had read the same
sentence three times and still didn't know what it said,
she closed the Journal to let her mind wander where it
would.

What was going on between her and Mulder?  She realized
many times Mulder did thing to protect her, and being
honest with herself had to admit she sometimes did the
same thing to him.

But where were they headed?  The desire to protect someone
you care for is universal, but shouldn't they trust each
other enough to be honest about the motives behind their
protectiveness?

She thought back to when she had been troubled enough to
talk with the Employee Assistance Program counselor during
the Donnie Pfaster case.  She had been almost ashamed by
how much the case bothered her.  She worked on dead bodies
all of the time.  Why had this case been so different?
It was the sheer horror of it, she admitted to herself.
The realization that human monsters existed.  People who
took pleasure in things too horrible to contemplate.

Her need to protect Mulder from the intensity of her
feelings stemmed from her abhorrence of him feeling the need
to protect her.  She was a grown woman, a trained FBI agent.
If Mulder was ever hurt or killed because he was trying to
protect her she could never live with the guilt.  By
contrast she had to admit, if anything ever happened to her
or Mulder and the other one hadn't done everything in their
power to protect the other, neither one of them would be able
to live with themselves.  So.

Mulder was a complicated man.  At times the many facets
of his motivations blurred and he became totally focused on
his target, without regard to anyone or anything else.

And when you were the target of his focus...a delicious
shiver ran through Scully.  He was a hunk, she had to admit.
When had she quit even bothering to look at other men?
It was true none could compare with Mulder, his intellect,
his attractiveness, his vulnerability.  But what about her
desires for a husband?  Children?  Her biological clock was
ticking.  Was she ready to give up those dreams to chase
goblins with the man of her dreams who was unavailable to
her?

The man of her dreams?  Where had that thought come from?
Was it true?  Was she in love with Fox Mulder?

There was a knock at the door.  "Scully, it's me."

Dana opened the door and there stood Mulder holding a
bouquet of flowers.  He smiled and said, "I've been
thinking this evening.  We need to talk."

End