Date: 23 Aug 1998 21:31:20 GMT
Subject: *New* Stung Kissing

Author: Aly Payge (my pen name.)
Feedback: yes please!  alysabeth@goplay.com
Category: V MA
Spoilers: The movie
Summary: Mulder contemplates that beloved hallway scene.
Disclaimer: They (being M&S) belong to that California surfer-boy, his 
birthday company, and that other one with Mulder's first name.  Fox.  
*Dreamy.* I'm just playing here.  And I wouldn't be, if CC would just 
let them kiss already!  So ha!
Authors Notes: If this scene in the movie made your stomach squirm and 
your head spin (in a bad way,) then you can leave now.  You have my 
permission.  But, if you have brains and a heart, stay and enjoy.  =)
This is my second post guys.  Help me out here. . . 


Well, here I am.  Right back to the beginning.  Scully and I have the 
X-Files back.  And I've got Scully back.  Thank god.  I don't think I 
could live with myself if something else happened to her.  Cancer and 
being abducted is plenty.  

I'm sitting on my couch.  Those family pictures are still scattered 
everywhere.  I'm hoping Scully will knock on my door.  I need to talk to 
her.  About that. . . Kiss thing.  I desperately wanted to kiss her 
then.  It was like everything in my whole pathetic existence depended on 
that one kiss.  And then that damned bee. . .

When she told me that she was leaving, it was like a wake-up call.  I 
wasn't going to let it happen.  So I told her that I couldn't live 
without her.  This big lug can't function properly without a certain 
red-headed doctor.  She makes me whole.  I told her that.  She was 
speechless.  Dana Katherine Scully speechless.  It was great.

She's got the greatest blue eyes.  I'm not sure I ever really saw them 
until that night.  These great deep-as-the-great-blue-sea eyes.  Windows 
to the soul.  All poetry put aside, they're beautiful.  

Then she kissed my forehead.  The spot still tingles a bit.  I didn't 
move when she did it.  Even after, I was trying to control myself.  My 
head was screaming, "PARTNER!" But the rest of me was saying, "Kiss 
her!!!!!"

Since when do I listen to my head?  When it comes to women anyways.  So 
I did what the rest of me was saying.  Too many years of keeping my 
distance.  Too many years of listening to that damned mind of mine.  So 
I did it.  I pulled her close.  She didn't pull away.  

Our lips *barely* touched.  God.  It was like the fourth of July in that 
hallway.  In just a few moments, we changed our entire relationship, for 
the better.

That one kiss was five years in the making.  And then that damned bee 
had to go and.  .  . No.  I won't think about that now.  But that bee 
ruined the moment.

I know we're partners now, but I want her.  I need to hold her.  I need 
to kiss her.  I mean, *really* kiss her.  Like I told her on that 
fateful day, she made me whole.

I need to do something about this.  Preferably before I go completely 
insane.

I pick up my leather jacket, (I know she loves it.) and leave my 
apartment.  

I stand for a few moments in the hallway.  Letting the emotions wash 
over me.  Then I run downstairs, hop in my car and drive as fast as it 
will take me to Georgetown.

No Africanized, plauge infested, honey bee is going to stop me this 
time.

Finished.

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