From: RhiaRamsay@aol.com
Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2000 14:49:41 EST
Subject: Soulmates From An In-Between World (1/1) by Elizabeth L. Iacono
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Title: Soulmates From An In-Between World
Author: Elizabeth L. Iacono
Rating: PG
Category: Vignette, Romance
Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance, Alternate Universe
Spoilers: Conduit
Summary: The real essence of one's self.  Inspired by a 
             scene in Conduit.

Ever since the first time I saw Conduit I was always 
intrigued by one scene, the one where Mulder's staring 
at the edge of the forest and looking directly at the 
wolf.  I don't know whether it was the camera work or 
scripting or my own twisted mind, but there always seems 
to be something more there than just what we're seeing.  
That's where this comes about.  I know it might be a 
little strange, but please, give it a chance.  It takes 
place in the beginning of the first season, and is from 
Mulder's POV.

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Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully ain't mine, they belong 
to each other.  (and that surfer dude guy out in 
California....)



Soulmates From An In-Between World
Elizabeth L. Iacono


     When I saw that wolf staring at me from the 
forest's edge, I thought of things I haven't thought 
of for a long time.  Running through a forest at 
night, splashing through an ice cold stream, things 
this body couldn't even comprehend.  I enjoyed it so 
much, being that in-between creature, who could get 
along with both animals and man.

     But it was nice being born into a human body 
this time around, although I didn't become aware 
of what I really was until I was eight.  It was 
similar to what I was experiencing now, staring 
into the eyes of a big black wolf.  For the first 
time I realized how frighteningly appropriate the 
name Fox was.

     The wolf I was staring out now wasn't one of 
us, one of the in-betweeners, but she could still 
help.  She knew where there was an abnormality in 
the woods, one placed there by man.  She told me 
to follow her, that she'd lead me too it.  When she 
disappeared back into the woods I ran after her.  
Soon we arrived at the mound of rocks but her and 
her companions didn't want to relinquish their new 
found treasure--and possibly their next meal.  I 
had to fire my gun into the air to get them to leave.

     Then Scully came running up, looking somewhat 
shocked when she arrived on the scene.  She'd be 
even more shocked though if I told her how I learned 
where the body was.  Scully was a die-hard skeptic, 
but I could sense that there was a little bit of 
belief beneath the skeptical shell.  She's got to 
wear that cross for a reason.

     But Scully herself was an enigma.  From the 
first time she walked into my office there was a 
sense of familiarity around her.  With that sense 
about her I wondered if she could be my lost mate.  
Before I go any further let me explain.

     When we, the in-betweeners, take a mate 
(personally I hate that word) we do it for all of 
our existence, which, believe me, is a long time.  
Even before the mates meet though they have a sort 
of bond, so that they always know each other.  Like 
soulmates, almost.  I like that term better.

     There's one exception though.  When we're born 
into a human body we're not aware of our true selves, 
and therefore cannot sense the bond until we are made 
aware.  Even if we are aware we can't sense the bond 
clearly unless our mates are aware also.  Given the 
sense of dull buzzing I got whenever I tried to reach 
out for my mate I was sure she wasn't aware.

     I tried to look for my mate when I was younger, 
but another older, wiser one than I told me that 
when the time was right we would meet and find each 
other.  I began to think that I would never find her, 
until Scully came into my life.

     At first I didn't recognize her as one of us, 
(we can recognize an in-betweener no matter what form 
they're in by a certain presence they have) but soon 
I began to notice in Scully certain characteristics 
we all have, but in an extremely muted form.  Then 
it hit me that she was one of us who was unaware.  
That was why I hadn't picked up on her right away.

     She was the one though, my soulmate.  The one 
I had loved for ages part in different forms and 
different times and will love for many times to come.  
I realized though that it would be my job this time 
to make her aware.  I didn't know why, but I just knew 
that's how it had to be.

     I didn't know how Scully would take the awakening, 
but as is usually the case after the initial shock wears 
off recognition floods in and everything is fine.  The 
matter that was pressing was how I would approach her 
about it.  Do I just go up to her one day at work and 
totally shock the hell out of her?  I really didn't 
think she would appreciate that.

     So I decided the best way to approach it was to 
go to her one night while she was at home, preferably 
while she was sleeping.  That way if anything went 
wrong she could just pass it off as a dream.  With a 
little suggestion from the subject of said dream, of 
course.  Soon after we got back from the Morris case 
in Iowa I knew it was time.

     As cliche as it sounds, it was a dark and stormy 
night when I decided to visit Scully.  Almost a fitting 
atmosphere.  I slipped into her apartment silently, 
using a few tricks I knew that weren't your average 
tricks.  I guess they could almost be termed magickal, 
but I just accept it as something I'm able to do.

     I moved into her bedroom and saw her lying there 
in her bed, sound asleep.  I thought she looked 
incredible.  Looking at her there I felt some missing 
memories of my own come rushing back, memories of us 
lying together in different times and different forms, 
but always together.

     Outside the apartment there was a bright flash of 
lightning, and I knew the following burst of thunder 
would be enough to wake her up.  The thunder boomed, 
and Scully sat bolt upright in bed, gasping from the 
sudden noise that woke her up.  I waited by the window, 
wondering how long it would take for her to see me 
there.  Her eyes traveled around the room, still 
trying to recover from the quick wake up call, when 
they finally alighted on me.

     "Mulder?" she asked.  I could hear the puzzlement 
in her voice.  "What are you doing here?"

     I decided that it would be best not to say 
anything, so I just walked over to the side of the 
bed closest to her and held out my hand.  I silently 
pleaded with her to accept it, hoping that she would 
realize the significance of it.  Scully must have known 
and she tentatively reached out and placed her hand in 
mine.  I tightened my fingers around hers and suddenly 
felt a shock run through my body, coming directly from 
where our hands were joined.  She had to have noticed 
that.

     I stood there for a few minutes, feeling the 
shocks run from my hand into hers and back again.  
After the shocks died down Scully lifted her eyes 
to mine and I saw something there that I hadn't 
seen before: recognition.  Not just recognition 
between Scully and Mulder, but a deeper recognition 
of two souls finally coming back to each other.

     "Oh, my God," Scully whispered, her mind working.  
Through our bond I could tell she was going through a 
selection of shared memories of times that were special 
to both of us.  She twisted her hand in my grip and 
took hold of my hand, tugging me towards the bed.  
I willingly followed and sat down in front of her.  
Then, I did something that I had been wanting to do 
for a long time.  I leaned down and kissed her full 
on the lips.  When I felt her eagerly respond I 
deepened the kiss.  That night we reaffirmed and 
strengthened the bond we shared.

     When I woke up the next morning I saw Scully 
propped up on one elbow leaning over me and looking 
down at me, smiling.  You could tell just by the look 
of her that she was aware, that she knew what she 
really was.  There was a sense of self-assuredness 
and a touch of wildness that wasn't there before.  
She leaned down and kissed me passionately, and then 
when she pulled away she smiled once again at me and 
said.  "Now that's something I haven't been able to 
do for a long time."

     I grinned back at her and wrapped an arm around 
her waist, pulling her close.  "I know the feeling," 
I whispered back.

     That day we decided to go to an out of the way 
park a distance away from D.C., a mini escape so to 
speak (luckily it was the weekend).  As we walked 
through the forest holding hands we quietly reminisced 
of times we'd shared in the past.  The day went on and 
we began to run through the forest, darting through 
trees, leaping over rocks and any other things that 
were in our way.  And I'm positive that the boy who 
was wandering away from his tour group that day who 
saw those two wolves in the forest, a large brown 
one and a smaller reddish one, will look upon it as 
a incredible, once in a lifetime sighting (because 
wild wolves are very rare anywhere near Washington 
D.C.), when it really was two soulmates remembering 
the times they spent together in ages past and 
thinking about the times they would be spending 
together in the future.


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That's all folks!  I hope it wasn't too strange, it 
was written in a matter of hours.


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'True love is the greatest
thing in the world.'

Miracle Max
The Princess Bride

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'Men will fight bravely and
be heroes, but for a last
ditch defense against any
odds, get a mother.'

Lightbringer
High Wizardry

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