From: "mister no name" Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 18:28:56 -0000 Subject: Twilight Time Source: direct Hello all. Mulder, Scully, The Russian-Speaking-Man and CSM are all property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and Fox. Or anything in the way of the Twilight Zone or The Platters' wonderful song "Twilight Time". I mean no infringement or any other blatant disregard for authority, I mean, I just want you all to get some good M/S shipper fic. I don't think this ever goes above PG, maybe PG-13 for sexually-oriented language (Only occasionally) The Author, myself, is one Sam Rost. People, this is my first fic, so no unnecessary flaming...please!h Umm...can't think of any other legal things or other junk...maybe a summary. Mulder and Scully trapped at the airport begin a relationship-oriented conversation, that is continued on the airplane later on. Dreams can come true. Oh yeah! I like feedback, in fact, if I get enough I'm thinking about writing a second fic. trust_no_1xf@Hotmail.com is my e-mail. ............................Twilight Time............................. It was a dark and stormy night. Me and Scully were temporarily trapped at the airport. Trapped might not be the right word, and it was actually better then that. As of late, Scully's infertility has been really affecting her. Even now, sitting in my chair, I look next to me to see the auburn haired beauty staring almost hungrily at the families that walk past us. I put my arm around her, to comfort her in some way, to let her know that I'm here for her. "Mulder, are you trying to cop a feel?" she asks, turning towards me, looking me in the eye. Oh saints be praised! Scully's able to joke again! "What would you do if I said yes?" I ask, smoothly, leaning in closer to her. "Well Mulder, I hope that you would extend the courtesy of a drink or something before you go grabbing at my nipples." Her face was sober, but her eyes laughed. "Well Scully, baby, that's not what I'm extending at the moment." A second passes before she dumps her briefcase in my lap. She seems to gain an almost tangible pleasure as I let out a strained, painful groan. "Mulder, it may be wet outside, but it isn't in here." She can't keep a straight face any longer. She smiles, then giggles. "Scully, why must you wound me like this?" I put my hand over my heart, in a mock-serious way. "Mulder, do you remember our case at The Falls?" She's twirling her hair around her finger...almost hypnotic the way those silken strands dance about that perfect little finger... "Mulder?" "What about Arcadia Scully?" Oops. "Arcadia? What's that?" She's wide awake and bright eyed, wonder on her face over this 'Arcadia' business. "Well Scully..." how was I going to say this..."When you went on vacation, I kinda got bored...and named all our cases." I swear her mouth dropped open at this. "Run out of pencils to throw at the ceiling?" she asks, unphased by this weird, creative me. "Well Scully, what did you want me to remember about The Falls?" I'm hoping I appear cool, although her discovering my artistic edge towards our cases is almost as bad as when she finds one of those videos I don't own. "Well, putting Arcadia aside for the moment, remember how we had to act?" Something is bothering her...perhaps how she isn't married? no children? "What about the acting Scully?" Still playing it cool, still a monotone. "Well Mulder, sometimes I just kinda got lost in the acting. I wished...I wished it were real." She looks down at the floor. "Scully, are you telling me that you wanted to frolic on our honeymoon bed?" "Mulder, can't you be serious for once?!" She seems hurt. I thought humor would alleviate any of the pains of the single life. Somehow, it hurt her that she wasn't able to have children. It hurt her more then her cancer, or finding my videos and magazines, no, the videos and magazines I don't own. "Scully, I'm sorry. Scully?" She gets up and walks off. Even in anger, her body is the most attractive thing I've seen. Why do I always manage to screw up when it gets interesting? Instead of taking off after her, I go and buy two diet colas. Only after I have my peace offering do I attempt to find her. I eventually do find her, gazing at a young family. Mom and Pop with little Junior. Wow. Her maternal pangs must be getting stronger. "Scully...Scully?" She's in too much of a daydream to acknowledge me at first. Finally she turns around and faces me. "Mulder..." she doesn't say much else. Taking my cue, I step closer and give her a hug. Her arms wrap tight around me, pulling me close. "I'll always be here for you Scully" I whisper, barely audible. "Thank you" She sighs back. "Come on Scully, lets go for a walk." Giving her the soda, we start to walk back to our gate. "Mulder, how is it that guys can look at porn all day long?" Uh oh. Loaded question. Either I answer this REAL careful-like or I'll be back to square one for the day. "Well Scully, it starts out when you're a teenager. You want to see a naked woman. Hell, all guys do. It's at that stage that their sexual desires are forever molded. Some guys stumble onto perverted stuff. They eventually except this perverted view as their own, and they continue the cycle. Some guys find stuff that's homosexual. In turn, if they continue to observe this homosexual erotica, they become homosexually inclined. But for the lucky guy who finds good clean straight smut, he gets to grow up into someone who's obsessed with getting into the pants of someone like you. After a while, viewing porn becomes less a thrill and more a habit. That's when you can break it off, but you need to have a woman present. The woman is crucial. If she loves the guy with all her heart and shows it, then he has no need anymore for porn. Does that answer your question?" Scully has stopped walking and is now facing me. "Would you give up 'Debby does Dallas' for me Mulder?" She's serious. "Yes Dana." gulp. Called her Dana. Could get ugly. Scully instead continues walking. Amazing. "So Scully, why your interest in The Falls and porn? Getting ready for your sex change operation?" Oops. Humor. "Ha. Ha. Ha." Dry laughter, but laughter just the same. 50188.3 in reply to 50188.1 "Really though Scully. Why?" This time I'm curious, and I want to find out. "Well Mulder, if you must know, I liked it. Like I said earlier, I got into the acting. At one point I wished we weren't just acting but really living. I mean, even you after a while must get tired of hunting down slime covered mucuus breathing tumor eating monsters. Like I said, why not slow down? Raise a..." She stops talking. "Family?" I complete her sentence. "Yeah Mulder. The Forbidden Fruit." She sighs and plops down in her old seat. I do the same. "Well Scully, there's always adoption." I could have said 'adoption for you' or 'adoption for us' but no. I say 'adoption'. "Mulder, that's not all. I mean, adoption is wonderful because you get to give someone a family, but what about me? The Scully family has always been traditional. I escaped the bonds of 'run the home and make babies' only by joining the FBI. Melissa escaped by...dying. Mom wanted...wants..." She stopped talking. "Scully, what do you want?" My Oxford degree was kicking in, unconsiously anylizing her. "A family Fox. My family." she was really upset over this. "Scully, have you ever been pregnant before?" Stupid question. She looks up at me with a "How could you know" look on her face. "I...shortly after I was told I couldn't have a child, I had a false pregnancy. I had been so happy. I hadn't told anyone...but then the doctor told me it wasn't real. I was given a brief glimmer of hope, and then it was taken away." She's about to cry...what do I do now? Well, I do what I had done earlier. Hug her. This time, she doesn't let go. Her head is against my chest, and I'm sure she's listening to my heart beat. "You know Mulder, that the average male heart is larger then the average female's?" Scientist Scully was loose. That meant Scully herself had kicked into self-defense mode. "Scully, there's no reason to be afraid. I know you, and your family. I've even seen you naked a couple times." "Yeah Mulder. Once when we go through a decontamination shower and once when I thought I was abducted." She still had her head on my chest, and I could hear her through my body as well as my ears. No matter what it passed through, Dana Katherine Scully's voice still sounded good. "That one doesn't count. You had underwear on." This time I'm telling the truth. 50188.4 in reply to 50188.3 "Although Scully, that was some pretty interesting underwear for an FBI Agent." Will I ever stop with the humor? Scully smiles. I can't see it, but I can feel it against my chest. "Mulder...about 'Arcadia', did you like it too?" She's serious, so if I'm not serious, major anger...or at least some resentment. "Well, I'm still a little hurt that you wouldn't make me a sandwich." Scully looks up at me, sees the fake pout on my face. "Ah Mulder. Times like this I wish I did." Strange. A wish, coming from Scully? This was almost as interesting as the time when she and I were involved with that genie. To quote the genie, "They all wish for big whoo-whoos". Or something like that. That was unimportant when compared with Scully's stare 'down there'. She had seen me naked too, but only during medical examinations, and that one time when he was drunk...and that time when she was talking with the typing people. "Hung like a horse Dana" one of them had whispered, but of course, being in the FBI with friends like Byers, Frohike and Langly means you can hear all that with the latest recon equipment. "Oh poopyhead" she sighs. "What love muffin?" I ask. "Dolphin free?" "All the way...although they do taste good." At this Scully smiled. "Mulder, the look on Wyn's face was...was almost comical. I mean..." "Thanks for laughing Scully." That had been awkward, that one joke that almost killed the evening. "Mulder?" "Hmm?" "How come I was the UFO New-Ager freak? Why not you?" She was looking me in the eye now...answer carefully. "Well, I just thought it was funny." "But Mulder, I had spent an entire day working out how we met, who are friends were, everything. And you just swoop in and ruin that with 'She's quite the New-Ager'. Sometimes you really ARE a poopyhead." "Ooh! Strong words from Dr. Scully." "Mulder, quit it." She shifted around a little. "Quit what?" I asked, totally unaware that I was doing something. "Quit tickling me." She said, starting to giggle a little. "I-How can I Scully? Both my hands are here!" Just to show her, I put my hands on her stomach. Aaaaaahhhh. I could drool. Touching Scully's flat, toned little stomach. Almost as good as copping a feel. "Oh! Here it is. My pager." I reached for it, but Scully beat me to it. Of course, Scully's hands in my pants weren't such a bad thing... "It's Skinner. He left a message saying he's pissed off your turned your phone off. And to call him right away." "Well Scully, the boss calls, and I must respond." Humming the 'Hi Ho Hi Ho, It's off to work we go' song from Snow White, I waddled off, eliciting another stifled giggle from Scully. Anything to get her to smile. "Yes sir. No sir." Three bags full sir... "Of course sir. Right away. That's why we're here sir. Yes sir. Alright sir. goodbye sir. Yes I'll tell Agent Scully." Click. Click on my end too. Talking with Skinner is still awful, even over the phone. The man was an ex-Marine and had obviously remembered the torture tactics they used on the enemy. Walking back to Scully, I noticed something in the window of a store. Hmm. You don't see that often. A gift for Scully...that works now, and a gift that would be good later on in life. Too good a bargain for even a guy to pass up. "Hey Mulder? What did Skinner say?" Scully was back in her seat, but getting up. Sitting here for three hours would be torture for even Skinner. "Well Scully, let's go for a walk, stretch our legs...although right now I think your legs are just fine..." Play on words, would she realize or would I get toasted? "Ha ha Mulder. Nice to see you've laid off the short jokes for tonight. But what did Skinner say?" "Well, Skinner simply wanted to tell you that he loves you..." After that 'Lazurus Bowl' movie, Scully and Skinman had gotten some serious ribbing over Agent 'Scully' and her love for Skinner, since he had had a bigger flashlight then 'Mulder'. "You know Scully, that Skinner having a bigger flashlight then me was pure artistic license..." "Mulder, how would you know?" Scully said. Time to think!! "Well Scully...you remember when we had to play on the FBI softball team for a season?" She nodded. "And how there were showers there too?" She nodded again, but she seemed a little...queasy. "Well, how do you usually take a shower Scully?" She nodded her head again in agreement, then she must have thought of something because she retched. "Scully are you okay?" Uh oh. She must think... A. I'm homosexual B. Skinner's homosexual C. We're both homosexual "No Scully. Guys...guys don't notice that. I mean, did you notice your team-mates breasts in the women's showers?" Oops again. However, she smiled. "Yes...although it was pretty hard not to considering how could the water was...and how the team uniform had a white t-shirt." She smiled. She was teasing me. Calm down demon in my pants. For some reason, a bisexual Scully turned me on almost as quick as a naked Scully. Must have some sort of reasoning for that...hell, I went to Oxford, I should already know. ...................................................................... Scully looked up at me, her hands holding the gift I had gotten for her. "Midol, Mulder?" Time for some explaining. "You...I...." Explaining wasn't going to work. "Mulder, is this another joke? Like telling me you made out with Skinner in the showers?" Just then the Midol box opened. "Oh Mulder...Thank you." That was a tough one, finding a regular box that would hold what I had bought. For some reason, this airport's book stores had no wrapping paper. In her hands was a pocket-sized edition of "Moby Dick". "You like it Scully? I thought you'd want something to read while we wait." I sat down in my chair, watched as she started to read. Then stopped. "Mulder, it would be rude of me to read this in front of you. You have nothing to read." Ah Scully...ever polite. "Scully, read it. I got it for you to read. Besides, I can always read the latest issue of 'Abducted' magazine." "The only magazine for true believers and experiencers" Scully quoted from the cover of my magazine. "You know Scully, I would have to think you'd be more open to abductions by now." Maybe I should just let her read instead of bait her into a UFO discussion. "Mulder..." "Yes Scully?" "Shut up so I can read my book." That answered my unspoken question if she liked it or not. After a while of reading, when she was on chapter 13, I decided to talk. "I wonder why a barber would want an embalmed head" I said, looking off into the distance, at the window outside, capturing the rain and thunder in a picture that lived and breathed. "Wha?" Scully was startled out of her reverie, and seemed, at the least, very surprised. "A barber. Why would he want an embalmed head?" Still looking away, although now I turn my head slowly, ever so slowly, until I meet Scully's gaze. "Mulder, were you reading over my shoulder?" She was remembering that time we were 'trapped' on an island. "Well Scully, to tell you the truth, ever since you told me you liked 'Moby Dick', I started to read it. I was hooked." "Mulder, are you sure you weren't readin the porno version?" She was serious. Damn. I though it would be fun to talk about something she liked for once. "Scully, why must you put me in such pain?" Scully closed her eyes for a second, thought, and then put a bookmark at the chapter. "Mulder, why are you afraid of relationships?" She's serious. Cripes. "I'm not afraid! Why do you think that?" "Well Mulder, it doesn't take an Oxford psychologist to see that your obsessive passion towards the X-Files is a release for unresolved sexual tension towards someone close to you. If you would just tell them how you feel, maybe you'd cool off on the X-Files a little, have a real relationship instead of the artificial one you have with your magazines and tapes." Ouch again. "Scully...fine. You want me to resolve my sexual tension? Here goes then-" I was rudely cut off by the Airport's PA system. "WILL ALL PASSENGERS PLEASE BEGIN BOARDING FLIGHT 1013 TO WASHINGTON DC!" Scully was off, and I was too. Briefcases swinging at our sides, trenchcoats draped over our arms, we could have bee one of those really distorted images in the funhouse mirrors. This was an interesting night. Scully seems totally in love with me, then she hates me, she admits she was into the acting at The Falls, but disliked the fact that I screwed up her carefully laid-out plans. Well, there was our plane. The rain had stopped, and I could plainly see the Aurora Airlines symbol on the side of the 747 being led to the terminal. "Scully, look at our plane!" I was excited. The plane was all black, a menacing figure on the way towards the gate. On the tail was a green symbol that resembled a giant "X" inside a circle. Scully turned to me. "Mulder, it's a plane. Calm down." Up ahead was the metal detector. "Special Agents Mulder and Scully with the FBI" I said, as we both flashed out badges. "Alright sir, ma'am. Pass on through." There was the gate, 1013. A crowd of business people were there, and me and Scully blended in perfectly. "Looks like a regular convention" She said. "You are correct sir" I reply. Soon we are able to board. "Excuse me sir...tickets?" Says the ticket-taking-type-person. "Oh. First Class. Right this way Sir, ma'am." Scully turns to me. "First Class?" She whispers. We were supposed to take Business class, but hey...too late to change the tickets now. Me and Scully were soon sitting in our seats, after a brief argument over who got the window seat. Scully had used some good tactics, and I was soon sitting, surprised, by the window. Out there to my right was the Starboard navigational light, winking at me. Almost like it knew what I was going to do. Shucks. Wink wink went the light. "Yeah well wink wink back at ya pal" I thought. Scully shifted a little, pulled out her mini-Moby, and began reading again. I looked out the window, looked at the ground. Hadn't taken off yet because some geese had landed on the runway and it takes forever for the animal control people to get here to remove them and to run them over would be inhuman. Damn. "Scully, have you ever noticed how people seem to run on a set of tracks? How they're so firmly entrenched in who they are?" Scully sighed, put the book down, and turned to me. "Mulder, what the hell are you talking about? Humans are the most fickle people I know." That didn't make sense. "No Scully, I'm talking about automatic response." A dull stare. No idea what I was saying. "Go back to reading your book Scully." I said, and decided to test how good the automatic response was. But not yet. The plane throttled up and began taxiing. now or never Mulder. "Scully, I'm scared." I say this very quietly, but loud enough for her to hear me. "Mulder? What do you mean?" She seems to care. Alright! Got the maternal response instead of the critical one. "Hold my hand Scully. I'm scared." Stupid trick, but hey. Scully's thin wamr hand snakes out from under her trenchcoat and grasps mine firmly. A gentle squeeze from me and she squeezes back. The plane throttles up all the way. We must be taking off now. I squeeze her hand tighter, but not painfully tight. She holds my hand firmly, not letting go. From Nevada to Washington is a long time. Maybe we could talk a little more about The Falls. "Mulder, what was the name for the case with the Moth-Men?" She's stopped reading and is plucking little pieces of lint from her coat. "Umm...let me think...Ad Noctum. After the board we found." "You know Mulder, I think a better name would be 'Detour'. What do you think?" She's looking at me now, still holding my hand. "Detour sounds good." "What about the one with Tooms? The first one?" "Squeeze." "Good name Mulder. what's the second?" "Crush." "No Mulder. How about 'Tooms'?" "Alright Scully. Good name. How about naming the one where I was suspected of murdering Amy Cassandra?" "How about 'Demons'?" She's about to let go of my hand...quick! Think! The plane bumpbs a little. Just turbulence, but I grip her hand tightly. We're good hand-wise for another couple hours. "Why 'Demons' Scully?" 50188.16 in reply to 50188.13 "Iced tea anyone?" Asks the flight attendant. "Read my mind" I say. Scully looks at the flight attendant with something equal to raw animal rage. Hmm. "So Scully, why DO you want to tear those silicone life preservers out of her chest and use them as a pillow?" I ask, joking. She gasps. Then calms down. "Mulder, you seem alright now." "Yeah Scully." "Then let go of my hand." Trapped. I just told her I was alright, can't say 'No I'm not' or 'I can't live without you'. Damn. And I was supposed to be the psychologist. "Scully..." "Hmm?" "Do you see something out on the wing?" I looked serious, as serious as I could be when lying. Scully of course couldn't see anything due to the glare, so she eventually half crawled over me to look out the window. I kept her like that for a couple minutes, thoroughly enjoying it when another bout of turbulence hit, bouncing Scully up and down on my lap. Think clean thoughts Mulder. Clean. Or maybe Frohike dancing the Macarena in a pink bikini. Clean! Not perverted! Scully had grabbed onto the edges of the chair and my leg as we bounced, and she let go after the turbulence had subsided enough for movement to be possible. "Mulder, what was the strangest thing for you during puberty." Coming from Scully this was interesting. "Besides the pubic hair? Probably spontaneous erections. Almost as bad as spontaneous human combustion." I was serious this time. Some childhood embarassment had come from spontaneous--shudder---erections. "What about you Scully? What was weird for you?" "seins" Scully said. "What? What are 'seins' Scully?" I was confused. I thought I knew the female anatomy pretty well, but 'seins' was new to me. "Breasts Mulder. Didn't you take french in highschool?" "OOOOOOOH!! Breasts. Why were they weird for you Scully?" This was the last thing I thought I would be talking about this flight. Scully's boobs. "Well, imagine two bumps growing out of your chest. That's wierd enough without every single guy staring at them every chance they get." "I don't know. Women like staring at my firm, muscular buttocks." Mulder offered, winking at her and then grinning. "Mulder, I was not." Scully was trying to be serious. "Were too." Time for some arguing with Scully. "Was NOT Mulder!" "Was TOO Scully!" "Excuse me, but could you two please keep it down?" A voice from in front of them begged. "Sorry sir." Said Scully, ever polite. "Fine fine fine." Said the voice. The flight attendant passed by us again. After giving us two diet colas, she started to berate the man in front of us. "Sir, you CAN NOT smoke on the plane!" She said, snatching his pack of .............................To be continued.......................... .........................Twilight Time................................ Morleys. My heart beat quickened, pounding faster then the first time I saw a naked woman. "We-well Scully, what about that one time when we were...." My voice trailed off as I watched the person in front of us. He was old, and had managed to grab a pack of nicotine patches from the flight attendant. He was busily typing away at a laptop, and through the reflection in the windows, I could see he had a black leather breifcase by his side. The initials on the case puzzled me for a moment. A.K. There was a few words in what I guessed was Russian underneath it, and a small Palm Pilot rested on the top of the case. "Mulder?" Scully asked, tugging at my sleeve a little to get my attention. "Mulder, what are you looking at?" She asked. "Scully, shush." Now I spoke in whispers. "Scully, I think that's CGB Spender in front of us. Be quiet because he's flying with someone. Do you have anything to disguise my face?" Scully looked at him quizically. "Never a dull moment with you Mulder." She tugged her purse out from under her chair and offered it to Mulder. "Use whatever you can Mulder. Although I have to warn you, it's not exactly the best disguise kit in the world." I took her purse and opened it. Inside were keys, a money clip, 'Can I call a female's wallet a wallet?' I thought. There were a few conspicuous long round objects in the second flap I stayed away from...midol might have been a good idea. Nope. Here it is. No need to buy more then you need. Here was something interesting. A photograph of me and Scully. We're at the FBI picnic. I'm wearing a black t-shirt that says "I want to believe" with the same UFO from my poster on it. Scully also has a black t-shirt on, but it has a green arrow on it with "I'm with Spooky" on the front. The arrow of course points to me, but hey. Down at her feet is the little pomeranian she had, and we're both smiling. My arm's around her shoulder, and she's got an arm around my chest. "Nice picture Scully" I say. Scully smiles at me and takes the purse back. "You are not ruining that photo to disguise yourself with it Mulder. It didn't work the last time you tried that." That was an interesting remark. The last time I had done that, I had woken up with a nasty hangover in my own apartment. How could she have seen me? "Mulder, look who's coming up the aisle." Scully says, acting slightly afraid. "Who? Who?" I ask, my head spinning around 360 degrees to try and see. Scully however, was looking at another picture. It was one made by the Lone Gunmen for Scully and me's Christmas cards. It was a simple image of me and Scully dressed up, changed into an image taken inside a cathedral, with Scully in wedding dress and me in tux. We had decided to send it to her mother, more as a joke then anything else. Although...the psychologist broke into my train of thought. "Everything you do is done on purpose. Even the most insignificant detail is full of immense meaning." Hmm. Had Scully and I wanted to get married? Had it manifested in the card? I decided that since Scully had let go of my hand, and there was no need to disguise myself, I should try and get her to hold my hand again. "Scully" I whispered. "What Mulder?" She replied, in a normal voice though. "I'm afraid of-of..." Uh oh! Forgot what I was afraid of. I heard mystery man in front of me cough. "Ahhairplane. Ghagetting hit. Buhby lightning." "Scully, I'm afraid of the airplane getting hit by lightning." "Mulder, why? You've turned into a real shrimp lately." Shrimp? "Well Scully, I thought that if the plane does get hit, you, with your certain metal items on your body might get hit, and if you're holding my hand, I might be able to ground you so it won't happen, or at least won't hurt you that much." I was grabbing at straws now. "Mulder, you're even more insane in the air then on the ground." Ouch. Suddenly the plane hit another patch of turbulence. Without hesitation my hand went for Scully's. "Tell me Scully, is there something you're afraid of?" I ask after she lets my hand go. "Besides breasts of course." I add. Scully gives me The Look, then decides to say something. "Mulder, if you wanted to hold my hand for the flight, why didn't you just say so?" She offers me her hand. "How-how did you know?" I ask, very surprised. "Mulder, I'm not dumb. I could tell. Remember our first case? On the plane then there was some truly awful turbulence and you did nothing but say 'We're here'. You haven't been in the position to be traumatized by anything airplane related, and guys always use fear for making out with girls." She takes my hand and holds it. "Scully, I never threatened anyone to make out with me." I say. "No silly. I meant going to see a horror movie. The girl gets scared and grabs your hand. From there it's pretty easy. I almost expected something better from you then 'airplane turbulence'." She sighs and then pulls me closer. "But it still works." She whispers. Whoa Scully! This is cool though I have to admit. "Excuse me sir, but could you put your seat back?" Asks a mysterious, slightly Russian-sounding man who's in the seat in front of me. Since he's in front of me, I can't see who it is. I comply anyway. 50188.23 in reply to 50188.21 I moved my seat back a little, and the Russian man grumbled a thank you. The minutes ticked away, lightning flashing outside, the 'tap tap tap' of the old man's laptop, the warmth from Scully's hand...I turned to her and gazed into her beautiful blue eyes. Closer we came towards each other, until finally, our lips were pressed together. The sweet taste of her lips, the gentle pressure, it was heaven on earth. I didn't want to wake up. "Mulder, wake up! The plane's boarding now!" A dream. It was all a dream? How could that be? The images, textures, emotions! All of it felt so real! "Scully, I just had the weirdest dream." "Oh yeah Mulder? What about?" Scully's grabbed up her breifcase and trenchcoat, and I begin to talk as we walk towards the gate. "Well, me and you went on the plane, we held hands, talked about The Falls, C.G.B. Spender was there, and Krycek too!" Scully looked at me and grabbed my hand. "Mulder, I'm telling you this as a friend. Stop watching 'The Wizard of Oz'. Okay?" She let my hand go and chuckled. "Krycek? What were you two doing?" She asks innocently. I never should have told her what he did. "Well actually Scully, I woke up right while we were passionately kissing." She looked at me and smiled. "Only in your dreams Mulder." The End. The story you have just read is about the power of dreams. For only in his dreams could one man ever confess and act upon his love for a woman...only in a dream is he safe from his enemies...isolated from all that is dangerous, high in the sky, above all those who are awake. Tonight I end this dream, with the hopes that you, the reader, will acknowledge your own dreams, and act upon them as you have wished so many times for Mulder to. Goodnight.