From: s9505473@minyos.xx.rmit.EDU.AU (Laurel Bresaz)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: new short SHORT
Date: 9 Aug 1995 05:23:42 GMT


Well, newbie de-lurking... and I have been having such fun lurking too :) 
I finally decided to post this because I'm working on something else, and 
it was the *first* thing I ever wrote about Mulder and Scully, so please 
don't toast me. This is set in Irresistable, right after `the hug` and 
before Mulder does his fantastic finish up to the ep.
Please let me know what you think of this, even (*especially*) if you 
hate it. 

The X-Files and Mulder and Scully and Pfaster are used without 
permission, no infringement intended. Everything else copyrighted to me 
(well, what little original stuff in there is anyway).

Untitled, and written by Laurel Bresaz.

	Night: black coiling restless in her hair. Air's like ice, and 
the breathless feathering of speech hangs about like heavy tinsel. 
Outside, she's moving through a world of silence; thick liquid silences 
that flow and swallow reason. She's standing, waiting, almost empty in 
front of-
	Mulder twitched the blanket tighter around her shoulders, worried 
again my her cool blank eyes. She turned and looked up at him, still so 
pale with her eyes like huge pieces of sky in her face. "I'm fine, 
Mulder," she insisted with the weakest of smiles. "Really; I'm alright now."
	*I'm afraid...*
	Ignoring the other law enforcement officers swarming around the 
house, he stepped closer and cupped a hand under her chin, smoothing his 
thumb across her cheek.
	*I'm so terribly afraid that I'll lose you...*
	"I thought I'd lost you," he said quietly. "I couldn't face
that again."
	Scully shuddered; old terror warring with new and disgust in her 
soul to shake her. Mulder pulled her closer, gently running a hand over 
her hair as she leaned into him, eyes closing over the tears she refused 
to loose.
	*I can see the same fear in your eyes, the way you watch me
sometimes.*
	"I'll always be with you," she mumbled into his coat collar. She 
looked up at him and gave him a small smile. "Who else is going to cut 
your theories up like so much coloured paper?"
	His half-smile died, arms stiffening against her, and like ice 
against her skin she knew what he was seeing.
	Donnie [knife: fragmenting steel, edges against her ankle] 
Pfaster being led towards [hands swarming, crawling, touching hers] a car 
[face shaping, changing; the cold empty eyes of an angel].
	Mulder's eyes were very bright as he watched. Dana shuddered
again, drawing herself up as she turned.Donnie looked through her as he
was pushed into the car; pale, tragic eyes clear and empty.
	"Mulder" **hurt* him* "let's go."
	He looked down at her, distant eyes coming back to her. "The 
motel," he said uncertainly after a moment. Scully nodded.
	"Let's go," she repeated.
	The car carrying Pfaster pulled away, growling past them. She 
could see only blackness in the backseat; dazzled by the car's 
headlights. Confirmed, her fears eased as she saw the true nature of the 
devil within. Tears tracked her cheeks. They were less than her sobs from 
before, but the sensation was pure and clean.
	Dana was almost smiling as she looked back at Mulder. He came up 
behind her, putting an arm around her for a second as he smiled at her.


Mail me and let me know what you thought...
Laurel.
--
`self-styled vampire`