From: UbrScullie@aol.com
Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2000 03:25:51 EDT
Subject: vignette
Source: direct

Why do I wait?  By UbrScullie
Rated: PG-13  Category:V
Keywords: Mulder/Scully UST
Spoilers: None
Summary: Random thoughts by Dana Scully.  


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Why do I wait?  By UbrScullie 


Why do I wait?

I sigh mentally, tossing the latest autopsy findings onto 
the worn desk top.  Of course, it's not my desk.  It was 
never my desk.  No I didn't  rate a desk.

Let alone my name on the door!

So why do I continue to wait?

The offers were lucrative when I graduated from school. I 
was wanted by some of the most respected medical 
institutions in the country, and truth be known, two 
outside of the continental U S of A.

But no... I had to join the F B fucking I.

Am I appreciated? Or like Clint Eastwood's character states 
in the movie In the line of fire, "just window dressing."

Again I sigh, but this time out loud. It draws the 
attention, if only briefly, of the most un-appreciator to 
ever walk the face of the planet. Fox William Mulder.

"Everything okay Scully?"

Heaven forbid you should even bother to look up from your 
dossier, rat bastard.

Or are you afraid? I slide a glance towards my partner, 
trying to estimate his sincerity. Did he really want to 
know if I was okay? Or was he just saying the words he 
thought I wanted to hear?

Partner.  Howdy partner.  How DOO partner.  Ride em cowboy! 
Cowboy up!

I smile as the random thoughts pop into my head, moving 
slowly to my corner of the office. A small space to call my 
own, stolen inch by inch over the last six years. A well 
placed purse here, a pile of files there... My little bits of 
clutter in the corner basement.

And I realize that I've had to fight for every stinking 
thing in this partnership!

I know what I want!  And I know how to get it!  And I'll be 
damned if Mulder is going to be the first failure in my 
life. I wanted to be a doctor, I wanted to join the FBI, 
and I will wait no longer!

Tossing caution to the winds, I turn back to Mulder, and 
stride to the desk.  I smile at his curious look, but do 
not pause.  The waiting is over. Quickly I lean forward, 
planting my hands firmly onto the arms of his desk chair, 
and lean brazenly over him, capturing his lips with mine. 

I do not close my eyes.  I want to witness every moment, 
every emotion. I'm not subtle in this kiss. It's 
passionate, hot, wet and demanding. I will no longer be 
denied.

And he stares right back.  Startled at first, then 
receptive.  His mouth opened more in shock, I'm sure. Then 
desire over-rode caution.  Tongues played, and breaths 
mingled. And as the embrace continued, his eyes fluttered 
closed, his lashes leaving dark smudges against his cheeks.

And I saw everything I needed to see in that prolonged 
moment. 

And I can honestly say, I now know why I waited.

Finis.

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