From player@crown.icongrp.com Tue Jan 14 15:15:38 1997 Rating: G Classifications: MSR; UST; V Disclaimer: I dont own any of the following characters. They belong to Chris Carter (the man who refuses to put Mulder and Scully even though they are meant for each other), Twentieth Century Fox ( the company that refuses to pay Gillian Anderson any more even though she is David Duchovny's equal in every way and are threatening to write her off the show [boo! hiss!]), and TenThirteen Productions. Also, the song "I May Know The Word" is owned by Indian Love Bride and Natalie Merchant. No Copyright Infringement is intended. This is the 3rd song in the music series by me. You don't need to read the other two stories to understand, matter of fact they don't pertain at all. I would just really love it if you read the other stories. Please! Summary: Deep thinking on Scully's part, Mulder enters near the end. Definite kiss here so non- shippers turn back! !!@@##WARNING Shipper moments ahead!!! Non-Shippers turn back now!!!!!WARNING##@@!! Please Write me e-mail!!! By: Katilina Title: The Word Newsgroup: None E-mail: player@crown.icongrp.com Dana Scully lay lounged out on the couch, a vodka shot glass in her hand the radio playing in the background. *I love him so much! I just can't tell him, because it would change everything!* she thought to herself, picturing the beautiful woman Mulder was probably out with on a Friday night like this. She sighed deeply and then listened to the radio. It was currently on a soft rock station and she recognized the soft alto voice of Natalie Merchant. --I may know the word but not say it I may know the truth but not face it I may hear a sound a whisper sacred and profound but turn my head indifferent-- *I love him and can't tell him. I never can, it would totally ruin our relationship. There's no way he can even feel the same way. No way at all. Is there?* she questioned herself. --I may know the word but not say it I may love the fruit but not taste it I may know the way to comfort and to soothe a worried face but fold my hands indifferent-- *That's all I can do, comfort and soothe his aches and pains. That's all. I can't even soothe my own because without him its all pain. It's kind of ironic that the thing that we're supposed to find I can't tell him. The truth* --If I'm on my knees I'm begging know If I'm on my knees Groping in the dark I'd be praying for deliverance from night into day-- --but it's all gray here it's all gray to me-- *It's all gray when he's not around. I can't live without him* --If I'm on my knees I'm begging now If I'm on my knees groping in the dark I'd be praying for deliverance from night until the day-- --but it's all gray here but it's all gray to me-- *I'd do anything for him to know and return the feelings. Anything* --I recognize the walls inside I recognize them all I've paced between them chasing demons down until they fall in fitful sleep enough to keep their strength enough to crawl into my head with tangled threads they riddle me to solve-- --again & again & again-- *We've certainly chased our share of demons, out of others and out of ourselves. And I have to pt up a wall around my feelings every time that I'm near him. I wish I could just tell him* she thought, sipping at her vodka. She was interrupted out of her thoughts by a soft knocking at the door. She set down her glass and turned off the music as she walked over to the door. She looked out the peephole and saw a familiar face. She unbolted the door and quickly opened it. "Mulder! What are you doing here?" she asked surprised as she stepped aside to let him in. "Just bored and I decided to stop by and see what you were doing. Why do you sound so surprised? What did you think I'd be doing?" he asked, turning his beautiful hazel eyes on her. Her cheeks colored and she turned away as she pretended to clean away a spot on the table. "Scully?" he asked, smiling in spite of himself. "I figured that you would be out with a girl or something," she said and then walked into the kitchen, all without looking at him. He quickly followed her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Why would you think that? Don't you know that your the only one I want to be with?" he asked, making her turn around to look at him. When she heard that her eyes filled with tears. "Scully, what's wrong?" he asked tenderly. "I don't know. I think I'm just lonely," she said, looking up to meet his gaze. "Don't be. You'll never be alone as long as I'm around," he said. "Nor will you. Ever," she said, not saying exactly what she wanted to but deciding that it was enough for now. The End Hope you liked it! Please e-mail me at: player@crown.icongrp.com Member of the Official X-Files FanClub; Dragon Posse; LGW #114; XPRA; Author and Reader of X-Files FanFic; Supporter of Free Speech on the Internet of X-Philes