From: SillyPhilie@aol.com Date: Sun, 24 Oct 1999 13:19:14 EDT Subject: "Simplicity" by Angel-Wings Gaskins Source: direct TITLE: "Simplicity" AUTHOR: Angel-Wings Gaskins RATING: G CATERGORY/KEYWORDS: VR, MSR SPOILERS: Nope, none SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully get happy and dance... simple in its complex entirity... FEEDBACK: PLEASE! All brimstone, fire, love, suggestions, or boredome notes can be sent to SillyPhilie@aol.com AUTHOR'S NOTES: "Angel in the Morning" is my favourite song and I was just in a terrific mood today so decided, What the Hay! I love you Pretenders! This nice bit of fic is for my Mummy who I hope reads this and for Daniel and Quela, isn't simple fun, ya'll? DISCLAIMER: Don't own em, but they're entitled to have fun while they're away from Chris Carter, FOX, and 1013. All these songs come from the Friends soundtrack, no infringement intended. I don't own "Angel of the Morning", my -FAV- song, by the Prentenders. Nor do I own anything by Hootie and the Blowfish or "Sunshine" by Paul Westerberg. Scully laughed as Mulder pointed out a hilarious old man chasing after some kind of pigeon in the feild to their right. His presumed wife giggled behind him, not looking a day over 40, but, by the looks of her husband, probably about sixty. Mulder and Scully sat in the park throwing breadcrumbs at the birds and squirrels racing around them. A few ducks showed up but were soon chased away by the crust-crazy pigeons. They had been sitting here all afternoon, never even bothering to return to their basement office after their lunch break. Only paperwork, boredome, and stress awaited them at the Hoover building. Sitting quietly in front of the Lincoln Memorial laughing contentedly and tossing uneaten portions of their lunch was simple and, in a way, much more appealing then cramped hands and stacks of expense reports. A group of teens pranced by in the summer heat, laughing insatiably at some inside joke and carrying a blaring boombox. They smiled at the agents and plopped down on the edge of the giant pool of water preciously set in front of Lincoln and the rest of DC. Their feet dangled in the caved-in section, feet barely inches from the clear water. They smiled and laughed at each other, seemingly happy and care free. Mulder perked his ears as a song came from the boombox. One of the girls was changing the radio to a CD. It quieted quickly, only lasting seconds before an excerpt from a television show played. The girl who changed the CD recited all the words and laughed graciously when it ended and the next song started up. She turned around to the agents and smiled. They returned the gesture heartily, remembering their own youth. Hootie and the Blowfish boomed through the speakers and one of the boys increased the volume. The young brunette pulled the boy to his feet and started giggling and twirling around in a fit of laughter. The boy did the same, eliciting his own hearty laugh. Scully and Mulder smiled and laughed at the simple, fun nonsense. The other members of the clique, a girl and boy, sat singing along and laughing as the girl fell onto her back and started cracking up, the boy landing next to her. Mulder couldn't hold back his own laughter, wishing happiness was that easy to maintain. His partner laughed quietly next to him and grabbed his hand, rubbing it languidly with her thumb. He looked at her with a smile and she returned it fully. One of the boys pranced over to Scully as the blonde watched lucidly and changed the song to Paul Westerberg singing about Sunshine. She paused it and the group watched, along with Mulder, the approaching boy. He presented his hands out in front of him, his brown hair shining in the sun. She looked at him quizically and he grinned. "Care to have some fun?" Scully smiled at Mulder and placed her hands in the boy's. The music started up again as the boy pulled Scully out towards the walkway. Mulder laughed unconciously as another girl came up to him with the same routine. He took her hand and skipped towards his partner. She was laughing and twirling next to Mulder. He chuckled in response and started his own movements. The whole group spun around them, their faces upturned towards the skies, their vision blurring with their movements. Scully giggled happily as she fell into Mulder's arms dizzily, knocking them both to the grass in a hysterical fit of laughter. She laughed against her partner's chest, the rumbling of his own laughter filling her ears. Her hair splayed across his dress shirt, her trench coat enveloping him like a blanket. They layed there quietly as their laughter subsided and the song switched. Scully instantly recognized the Pretenders' voices and smiled. This song had always been her favourite since she was a little girl. Mulder raked his hands through her hair as "Angel of the Morning" filled their ears. "There'll be no strings to bind your hands, Not if my love can bind your heart. And there's no need to take a stand Oh, it was I who chose to start I see no reason to take me home I'm old enough to face the dawn" Scully pulled Mulder up as the chorus began, wrapping her arms with his own and intwining their fingers. They began to sway and smile as the other kids watched and the violins and the guitar played. "Just call me Angel of the morning, Angel Just touch my cheek before you leave me, Oh Baby Just call me Angel of the morning Angel Then slowly turn away from me" The pair was vaguely aware of the teens watching them and the sun setting; they were content and oblivious in their own world as the song enveloped them, melding them together. "Baby, the sun's light will be dim So it won't matter anyhow If morning's echo says we sin Well, it was what I wanted now" Their dancing slowed as they drew closer together and the rainbow sunset wipped across their features. All sounds of the passing world left their consciences except for the song. All sights except for each other remained unseen as the song played on and they continued to sway to the music. "And if I'm victim of the nights I won't be blinded by the light Just call me Angel of the morning, Angel Just touch my cheek before you leave me, Oh Baby Just call me Angel of the morning, Angel Then slowly turn away I won't beg you to stay With me Sweep the tears Of the Pain Of the Years Oh Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby Just call me Angel of the morning, Angel Just touch my cheek before you leave me, Baby Just call me Angel of the morning, Angel Just touch my cheek before you leave me Baby, Baby, oh Baby" The teenagers started to pack away their radio, smiling at the couple standing so close to one another they looked like a single entity. Mulder stroked her hair as the group left and the sky above them grew dark except for the stars and the sliver of a moon. The world drifted away leaving only them, the stars, the cool breeze, and the remembrance of the song still sizzling endlessly in their minds. It was simple in its complexity. No regrets. She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes contentedly. She could feel his lips brushing against her own as they continually swayed and she kissed his back, opening her eyes only to glimpse at the love in his own. The wary drifted away with the song as she nestled closer into his chest, his chin resting atop her hair, theirs hands still entwined at their sides. Maybe happiness wasn't so hard to maintain, he thought. Maybe it was just simple. Moving with this Angel in his arms, her smell filling his senses, body and soul, made him content - whole. Maybe simplicity was the key to happiness. He forgot all thoughts as he twirled his partner around, her own surprised and joyful laughter making him smile. Maybe love was happiness. Maybe being loved was happiness. As they twirled and laughed and kissed, he forgot everything but her and the feel of her laughing against him and hugging him closely and kissing him. They forgot everything but the moment, them - together. Whatever made this, whatever brought on this feeling, whatever it was left, leaving only happiness. No regrets. ><><><><><><><><><><>< I seriously get this warm, fuzzy feeling from this story. I can't help it! I like it! I just finished reading Punk M's "Escape Speed" and had an urge to listen to all the songs on my Friends CD and my fav came on, so there you go! Feedback is appreciated and will definitely be given a safe place and a reply! SillyPhilie@aol.com ()()()()()()()()XXXX()()()()()()()() "I broke but I'm happy I'm poor but I'm kind I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah I'm high but I'm grounded I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby..." --"Hand in My Pocket", Alanis Morsette--