From: RhiaRamsay Date: 16 Feb 2000 03:47:54 GMT Subject: New: Zanies And Fools Who Don't Believe In Sensible Rules (1/1) Title: Zanies And Fools Who Don't Believe In Sensible Rules Author: Elizabeth L. Iacono Rating: PG Category: Vignette, Romance Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance (married) Spoilers: The Unnatural, Small Potatoes, Fight The Future Summary: An anniversary of sorts. A Crystal Moonlight story. Okay, I think I'm going to be working backwards a little here. The next couple of stories in this series are going to take place in between the first two, 'Crystal Moonlight' and 'Finding Home'. I really recommend reading those stories first so you know some of the things I'm referring to in here. You can find them at http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Meteor/7124/index.html It's another Scully POV story. I just couldn't resist using this title. *g* Archive: Gossamer and Spookys okay, anywhere else just let me know so I can visit them. Feedback: Yes, Please. The addy is RhiaRamsay@aol.com Disclaimer: No, they're not mine, did you really think they were? Zanies And Fools Who Don't Believe In Sensible Rules Elizabeth L. Iacono April 22, 2000 Falling in love is like jumping off a diving board. You walk hesitantly up to the edge, taking your time, and you stare into the pool, wondering what's awaiting you out there. You take a few steps back, debating whether or not you're doing the right thing. But then something inside you clicks and you begin to run, leaping off the edge of the diving board into the great unknown of the pool. For a second, while you're flying in mid-air, there's a flash of wondering if you're doing the right thing. And then, then you hit the water, and it surrounds you totally, making you feel at home. To me, that's what falling in love with Mulder has been like. A long process with a satisfying reward. Yes, it took us a while to get there (longer than either one of us would care to admit) but it was most certainly worth it. I think that if we had admitted our feelings earlier on we wouldn't have the strange and wonderful bond that we do now. It was a stark change from my previous relationships, when I got to know the guy only after I began dating him. Sometimes there were some things I wish I'd found out ahead of time. But with Mulder, I'd gotten to know him extremely well first. I knew his habits and traits, every little thing about him. He learned things about me too, and we became best friends. And I'm so incredibly grateful we did. Because of that we developed a bond that has been tested by nearly everything on the planet, and a few things that weren't. But it survived, and so did we. It's one of the main factors that led us to where we are now. To today, to get even more specific. Today is me and Mulder's one-year anniversary. Not of our marriage, that's November 5th, but of the date we finally pulled our hands out of the sand and took that final leap into the pool. That day, we did something I don't think we've ever done before: we talked. I mean really talked (granted, I was a little afraid to after my last attempt to talk to Mulder and end up with Eddie the monkey man Van Blundht on my couch). And to think, it all started with a game of baseball. After Mulder's very late or extremely early birthday gift (which I admitted, I lied about not playing baseball before. I'd played, but that didn't mean I liked it...) which gave me a new perspective on baseball forever, we ended up getting some ice cream and eating it in a deserted playground. The whole night was filled with that childlike innocence, and we just kept it up. I guess that's what made it easier to finally talk, the walls had started to crumble ever since he put his arms around me and they kept falling until they were a pile of dust at my feet. Soon our talk turned into the more personal things, things that up until then we avoided. Eventually Mulder told me about what he said in the hallway to me last year, right before the bee sting. He told me that he meant every word of it, that it wasn't just a ploy to get me to stay, but that there hadn't been any good time to bring it up, and when he found out that I was going to leave the bureau he panicked and blurted it out. I told him that I was very glad he meant what he was saying. That was where we had our first kiss, under the stars of a warm spring night, sitting in the sand at the foot of the slide. It was perfect, even with all the sand that got stuck in my hair and up my shirt. Now, one year later, we're married, knowing that the time was right for it (to hell with the bureau, I know we're not the first pair of partners who got married). Soon, we're going to start a family, my doctor told me late last year that I was now able to have children. She couldn't explain it, but I'm not about to complain. We were celebrating our anniversary at my apartment, knowing our luck we'd get caught by someone, a problem we really didn't need today. We had fun at home though, just lazing around and showing how much we loved each other. It was later at night when we were resting on the couch, with me sitting back with my feet propped up on the coffee table. Mulder was stretched out on the rest of the couch with his head on my lap. We had a tiring day, lots of physical action will do that to you. Though we actually got into clothes eventually, me in one of the tops to my silk pajamas, and Mulder in a pair of plaid pajama pants. Mulder's eyes were glued to the television, even though there's nothing very appealing on. I wasn't doing much either, I was trying to read a book while my other hand was running through Mulder's hair, although I was so engrossed in the feel of Mulder's hair I was sure I'd read that page five times already. I finally decided to get rid of the book and devoted my time to Mulder's hair, feeling the familiar smooth short spikes run through my fingers. Mulder sighed contentedly and tore his eyes away from the TV to look up at me. He smiled at me for a moment and then spoke. "You know, I still have to wonder if you were thinking foolishly when we got involved," he said, even though he was grinning. I sighed, knowing I'd heard this before. Mulder's got a thing with guilt, feeling that the weight of the world is on his shoulders and he's no real right to be happy. I've been trying to help him realize that he can be happy, but there always seems to be something in the way. But I know (and I think he knows) I wasn't being foolish, that us becoming involved was something we'd been heading for for years. I knew that there would have been some people that would have told me I wasn't being sensible, that I had to realize what exactly it was I was jumping into, but I knew it was time to listen to what my heart was saying, and not the peanut gallery's opinions. It reminded me of something I heard long ago, when I was just a little girl. "Zanies and fools who don't believe in sensible rules," I whispered, almost to myself. "What was that?" Mulder asked, looking up at me once more. "It's a line from a song," I said. "'But the world is full of zanies and fools who don't believe in sensible rules'," I recited, not daring to scare anyone off with my singing. "Sounds like some people I know," Mulder mused. "It reminds me of us, actually," I said. "You thinking that I'm foolish for getting involved with you, me not doing the sensible thing in your opinion and probably in some others also." I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, gently outlining them with my tongue. "But you know what?" I whispered, my face still close to his. "I don't want to be sensible. I want to and plan to follow my heart and stay right here with you." "So I guess that makes us zanies and fools then," Mulder smiled at me. "But we're happy zanies and fools," I grinned back. "And that's what matters most of all." I bent forward and kissed him again, and that's how we spent the rest of the night, in each other's arms, showing each other that we were happiest when we were together. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Yes, I know this can not even be called sap. It's more like a toothache. I couldn't resist it though, so any comments or complaints, just e-mail me. I'll warn ya though, flames will be used to feed the dragon under my bed. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 'True love, it's the greatest thing in the world.' Miracle Max The Princess Bride XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 'Men will fight bravely and be heroes, but for a last ditch defense against any odds, get a mother.' 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