From: Sarah Scully <no1shipper@yahoo.com>
Date: Sat, 4 Sep 1999 06:36:06 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Title by Author
Source: direct

TITLE: Sunset Drive
AUTHOR: Me (would prefer to remain anonymous)
EMAIL: No1shipper@yahoo.com
ARCHIVE: Sure, but you might ask first
SPOILERS: Um, none really
RATING: PG (Maybe verging on M)
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully romance
SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully are on a sunset drive. They start talking
and come to a realization. UST a plenty!
DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter and TenThirteen
Productions, but they should give them to me, coz I'd certainly make
the UST become RST.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first fanfic that I've actually put onto the
net. The others were just practice runs, I guess you could say.
FEEDBACK: YES YES YES! PLEASE! But no flames. I'm sensitive
Mulder eased his foot down onto the accelerator, eliciting a glance
from Scully sitting beside him. They had both been lost in their own
thoughts, travelling along a deserted road.
Scully shifted in her chair to face him.
"Mulder? What's wrong?" she asked breaking the silence.
Mulder shook his head and kept his eyes on the road. He bit his lower
lip as though keeping something in.
Scully's eyebrows turned inward as she continued to stare at him. "So
he wants to play 'that' game does he? Doesn't he know by now that I can
read him like a book?"
She knew how to play Mulder's little games, and knew just how to draw a
confession out of him. Pretend uninterested. 
She turned back to her window, watching the scenery fly by. The silence
bit at them both, the only sound being the monotone of the engine. 
Mulder's eyes flicked over to Scully for a brief moment, then back to
the road.
"Now she knows something is wrong... why isn't she interested in
hearing what it is?" he thought, confused.
They both sat there for what seemed like an eternity. They had
unwillingly entered themselves in a competition. Aware, yet unaware
that the one who talked first would be the weak one. 
Scully, pretty fed up with the whole thing, gave up her charade of not
being interested and turned back finally to make eye contact with
Mulder. In that instant, she realised that it was something serious...
and something to do with herself. Mulder noticed in her eyes that she
was keenly interested in what was wrong. It gave comfort to Mulder, but
Scully became more worried.
"Okay, enough already. What is it?" Scully asked, her patience wearing
thin.
Mulder sighed "I thought you'd never ask." 
"I 'did' ask! About fifteen minutes ago!" she said, half holding in
laughter, half holding in annoyance.
Mulder glanced at her, surprised. He detected the laughter 'and'
annoyance.
He sighed again, brushing off her comment "Scully..." he began slowly.
"Yes?" Scully asked. She knew she was being impatient, but she was so
eager to hear what was on his mind that she was shocked at herself for
being so unsympathetic. 
Another sideways glance from Mulder.
Another long stare from Scully.
He began again, taking his time "Scully... we never really talk, do we?
I mean, not about things outside of work. I know your family, you know
mine... and we know each other, but after nearly 'seven' years
together, there's something missing. And I can't quite put my finger on
what... exactly..."
Scully smiled slightly. She remembered all the times they had had
conversations like this. Stranded on a rock in the middle (or edge as
it turned out) of a lake, lost in the middle of a forest - herself
cradling him like an injured little boy...
Smiling even more, "Then let's talk Mulder. About things outside of
work."
Without either one noticing it, Mulder eased up on the accelerator.
This was precious time that should last as long as possible.
"You know," Scully knew she would have to be the one to get the ball
rolling. "When I was young, I always had this dream..."
Mulder was intrigued already.
"I had this dream that I would become a successful working woman, and
then after accomplishing that I would settle down in a nice little town
and start a family. Maybe we'd have a dog, some fish? but most of all
each other."
"Ah, so this was a fantasy, was it?" Mulder asked.
"I guess?" Scully trailed off, signifying Mulder's turn.
"Well when 'I' was young, I had this fantasy that I would fit in when I
grew up. Cause as a kid, especially after Samantha? I was always an
outcast. Just being appreciated and understood by 'one' person would be
enough."
They both felt something at the same moment. They both wanted
commitment, they both wanted spiritual bonding with one individual. And
they had found that. For Scully, she had found her one and only with
who she could grow old with. For Mulder, he had found someone who truly
understood him, could read him well, and appreciated him for who he
was. 
Oddly enough, there was no uncomfortable silence, which they both
semi-expected. There was more of an understanding, caring, interesting
and interested air around the individual sitting right across from
them. In a way, they both realised their fantasies had been there all
along. 
It was approaching dusk outside, and Mulder unexpectedly pulled across
to the side of the road.
"Mulder, what are you doing?" Scully asked.
"I need a break from driving for a while." He explained, looking over
into her eyes as the car grinded to a stop. He opened the door and
clambered out. He glanced inside to see Scully undoing her seatbelt.
She would follow, and he knew it.
Mulder walked to the front of the car, and leaned, arms folded, against
the hood. He looked up into the sky and closed his eyes for a moment.
Scully opened her door and walked around to the front of the car. She
needed a break too. She leaned on the front of the car next to Mulder,
so close that their shoulders were touching. She breathed in the cool,
dusk air, and shivered a little. Mulder felt her shudder and looked
down into her eyes. He noticed how vulnerable she was in that instant.
He felt his need to protect her from harm and need to hold her, grow.
Upon looking up to him, she realised how much she wanted to be
protected, held, and most of all: loved.
And the underlying effect in that one shared look was that of love.
They could read each others eyes so well, and saw love written all over
each others faces. Scully began to feel weak in the knees, and had to
hold back tears. Her fantasy was there, standing beside her on the warm
hood of the car. She longed for him to hold her, and he, looking deeper
than ever imagined into her soul, longed to hold her.
And this time they didn't hold back. Mulders arm snaked its way around
Scully, pulling her closer to him. Without breaking eye contact, Mulder
let a few words slip out.
"I love you."
A tear overflowed onto Scully's cheek, and she shyly tried to hide it.
But Mulder's hand made it there before hers did, softly wiping it away.

Scully put her arms around him, and they both pulled each other into a
tight embrace. 
"I love you too." She whispered. 
Mulders hands found themselves in Scully's hair, making their way
downwards to pull her face back, allowing a long gaze to be exchanged.
Scully let another tear fall, being captured by Mulder's thumb resting
on her cheek. He massaged her slightly, then felt that it was time.
Eyes closing, fears departing, they came closer still. Their lips
parted and in a wave of complete passion and happiness, met. Allowing
themselves to be swept away, they deepened the kiss almost straight
away. The waiting and eagerness for this one perfect moment had been
far too long. How had they not known? Mulder began to rhythmically rub
his hands down her back, and then found themselves back up cupping her
face again. Scully was enjoying herself incredibly, as was Mulder. This
felt so right, so sensual, and so truthful. They had found the truth
after all these years of searching. The taste, the feeling, the love...
who would've known all this could come along with the truth? 
The kiss was deep and slow, and neither wanted it to end. Eventually,
after many minutes of pleasure had passed by, their lips parted, and
they were left staring into one another's eyes. The truth now staring
them in the face. They smiled at one another. It had finally happened.
And now they had the truth, they wanted to enjoy every moment of it. So
their lips met again, a faster, more furious kiss this time. They broke
off, out of breath. They would 'never' tire of this. For this was love.
This was the fairytale romance both of them fantasized about. 

THE END