TITLE: All The Words I Wish
AUTHOR: Brenna
EMAIL ADDY: XPhile1919@aol.com
ARCHIVE: Sure, as long as my name is attached.
SPOILERS: A little for "Rain King"
RATING: G
CONTENT: UST
CLASSIFICATION: V
SUMMARY: Scully's thoughts during and after a visit
to a high school reunion.
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All the words I wish your fingers could feel
all the times I've wished
you could know...
from "All the Words"
by Jewel Kilcher
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"You should try it sometime."
We were left there alone, the two of them walking
away smiling. I follow them with my eyes across
the gym, focusing momentarily on each couple dancing
to the soft music. It seems like a perfect setting...
a peaceful reward after years of heartache and chaos.
God, could I use one of those peaceful moments sometime soon.
"A happy ending for all, huh?" he says, interrupting
my thoughts. "Guess our work here is done."
I nod. "A happy ending," I repeat, finally looking up
at him. "I, uh...I guess your dating advice workedafter all."
He smiles, and I can't help but think about how much I
love his smile. He doesn't do it all that often, but when
he does...it takes all my power to keep my composure,
to stop myself from grabbing him then and there, and
pulling his lips to meet mine.
He lightly lays his hand on my shoulder. My heart skips
a beat until I realize that this is *Mulder...* a guy
who drives me crazy more often than not, who drags me
from town to town to investigate... *weather phenomenons* of all things...
...Not that I regret coming here or anything...maybe I
learned a few things about myself during this investigation...
"You know, Scully, I know more about love than you'dexpect," he replies.
I raise an eyebrow and flash him one of my patented
skeptical looks. "Oh really?"
The song ends. Another begins immediately, this one
another slow but a bit more modern tune. By now we are
surrounded by dancing couples who, I'm sure, are reminiscing
about their high school days, carefree and long gone.
He glances in my direction, his eyes darting back and
forth between the dance floor and me.
It's not like we've never danced before.
So why do I suddenly feel so anxious...and excited...and
scared? I remind myself of a 14-year-old girl who just got
asked to dance by her lifelong crush...
All this romance here has put ideas in my head. Ideas thatshouldn't be there.
"Come on," he whispers. "Just one dance." And he smiles
again. Now how can I resist that?
He takes my hand in his, and the contact give me
goosebumps. He wraps his arm around my waist, his hand
settling at the base of my back. He pulls me close to
him...so close that I can hardly stand it.
We sway back and forth to the music, perfectly in sync
and inseperable. Only a few inches between us, yet my mind
was a million miles away.
Sometimes I wonder if he isn't a weather phenomenon himself.
Breezing from place to place, giving me surprise after
surprise. You'd think that after all these years of
working side by side with Special Agent Fox Mulder, I'd
know exactly what's he like by now.
Wrong. He's one shock after another.
Mulder giving love advice. The thought nearly makes me snicker again.
The musky smell of his cologne brings me back to the present,
back into his arms. I manage to look up at him, just as
he is looking down at me. Smiling again. Hoo boy.
Damn it. It's all his fault. He *makes* me want him.
The song is over all too quickly. Before I know it,
we're seperated again, amidst all the cheery old friends around us.
Reunions are so cheesy.
But then I look in the direction of two people who have
finally found their way to each other, and I can't help
but feel some happiness. I guess I helped that become
a reality. It makes me feel nice to know that some people
found each other because of my help...now if only I
could find some help for myself.
The night is almost over. We decide to leave the gym
quietly. He escorts me out into the cool night air. The
ground is still wet and muddy, but the sky has become a
beautiful blanket of stars.
Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight-
I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight.
Glancing at him, I wish for the only thing I've ever wanted
this badly. He doesn't see me gazing at him. Even if he
did, what would I do about it?
I'd look away, just as I always do. Make some sarcastic
remark. And get in the car without saying another word.
Mulder the Weather Phenomenon gets in the car after me.
With a sideways glance, he starts the car. "Did you see
that sky?" he asks me. I nod. "I think Mother Nature
approves of our little love connection here."
I grin. "I think she does," I answer.
"Back home then, I guess," he says. Almost reluctantly.
"Back home," I repeat.
He puts the car into drive and pulls out of the parking
lot. We drive in silence for a few minutes; then he
slams on the brakes. After a couple seconds of
skidding, we come to a stop in the middle of the road.
He looks over at me. He has to see this look of panic that's on my face now.
What the hell is he doing?
"I was wondering something. If your emotions could
control the weather...what do you think it would bedoing right now?"
My eyes widen. *What?!* I wonder. "Mulder, why did
you just stop in the middle of the road?" I totallyignore the question.
"I wanted to scare ya," he replies. "Well? What
would the weather be like right now?
"Damn, he's not gonna let this go.
I shrug. "I don't know." I pause for a moment,
thinking about it. Then I smile. "I couldn't
think of a much better night than tonight. This weather looks perfect to me."
He nods and resumes driving.
What was that for?
I peer at him until he glances over at me again.
"Seriously, Mulder, why did you ask that?"
Now it's his turn to shrug. "I was just wondering.
'Cause tonight seems like a damn near perfect night tome as well."
"Damn near perfect? What is preventing it from being
just perfect?" I question him.
He looks directly into my eyes. "Just a nagging
thought in the back of my mind that I'll never be
happy like those two we saw tonight."
I almost feel sorry for him. "You'll be happy. I'llbe happy. Eventually."
His eyes are back on the road. He lowers his voice so
that it is almost under his breath.
"Maybe I should try it sometime," he says...probably to himself.
I don't know if I was supposed to hear that.
But I do. And I smile.
Maybe some wishes do come true. And maybe this one will.