Date: Fri, 29 Aug 1997 23:21:52 +0000 From: Lyle Bontrager Subject: [Fwd: Title: They're Green (1/1)] Title: They're Green (1/1) Author: RocketMan >lbontger@wmcstations.com< Disclaimer: M&S belong to CC and Fox, and probably 1013, but since CC owns that then I really don't need to mention it, do I? Thanks: To Julie Burnham, who gave me great feedback, enough so that I thought of another story even. See? This is the greatness in store for you when you comment on my story. See? up at the top, my email addy. Just read this and hit >Reply to Sender< or you can type in my addy. And then, you too can write me a long letter about how crazy I am!! =-) They're Green (1/1) I can't seem to stop noticing his eyes. Mulder's rich expressive beautiful eyes. The kind that stare right through me until I am perfectly dizzy with the headiness of them. But no matter how long I stare, how much I drool, I can't figure out their color. I guess I could always ask Agent Scully, but she might think I'm mental or something. But I really want to know. He has got to be the most provacative, desirable man on this planet. And those eyes are haunting me. We have this bet going as to which color his eyes are, brown, green, or hazel. I say they're green, but hazel is also a good choice. They just keep changing. You'd think that at some point they'd be just one color, and maybe when I'm not around they are, but usually, it's seven thousand different shades of green, brown, and even blue. I think the most crazy our little office has gotten was when we started writing down the day and time when Agent Mulder walked by, and then put a lengthy desacription of the eye color seen. I swear, there were thirteen different hues every single time. There are only twelve in our office. I'm the youngest, and the least experienced, so maybe that's why they picked on me. They made me go down to the basement and ask him what color they were. Everyone was sick of guessing, and they wanted to know. I was the poor soul who got to go down there and ask him. Ask Agent Mulder, hunk of the FBI, Spooky himself, what color his eyes were like some lovesick high school girl. I was quaking like a leaf. He called for me to come in and I about dropped through the floor. Agent Scully was sitting opposite him, in her Chair, as we've come to call it, since she doesn't have a desk, her face pensive. "Uh, excuse me, Agent Mulder?" Did that mouse squeak come from me? "Yes?" "I was wondering.......um......" "Wondering what?" Now, Agent Scully was regarding me carefully, and the look on her face said - hurt him and you die. "I was wondering what color your eyes are" I said it in a rush, trying to hurry up and get out before I totally made a complete fool of myself. He watched my cheeks blush and my eyes dart from his face, all in evidence to my discomfort. "Well," he said slowly. "They're hazel. But don't go telling people that. I'd like to keep the air of mystery surrounding me. Tell people they're green and let them wonder." I stood there with amazement for a second and then I blushed furiously. I didn't know what to say. I mumbled thanks and ran out the office. But back in our little coffee breakroom, I was popular. They all wanted to know what color his eyes were, and if I hadn't just hid out in the restroom for ten minutes. Some even asked if I was afraid of him. Of course not, he was quite funny. As if we'd had a conversation or something. And finally, everyone was gathered to hear the ultimate truth. I held up my head and announced in a clear voice. "They're green." And at the back, in a corner, I saw Dana Scully, with a small smile on her lips, thanking me. end adios RocketMan -- End --