TITLE: Getting Out Of The Car
AUTHOR: Lisa
EMAIL: Saturn_girl19@yahoo.com
CATEGORY: M/S Romance RATING: PG
ARCHIVE: Please just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: These characters are not mine. That's all there is to it.
SUMMARY: Post episode for Je Siouette. Scully thinks about the normal life...
I was almost shocked when Mulder invited me to his place for a movie and popcorn. My ever questioning, rational mind said "Why? There has to be a reason." But then I stopped. Didn't I tell myself just to enjoy life, live in the moment? So I agreed. What the hell? I deserve to kick back every once and awhile. I especially needed it, after the disappointment of finding my scientific discovery gone. And Mulder needs a break just as much as I do.
So here we are on Mulder's couch, actually living like two ordinary human beings for once. I remembered what I had said to Mulder a year ago; about getting out of the car, and living a normal life. We are here. We are living, and we have finally gotten out of the car.
I like it here, outside of the car. I like feeling halfway normal. Sitting here on Mulder's couch, just being able to sit and watch a movie, without having to worry about liver eating mutants, or government conspiracies, or alien abductions. I like being able to sit next to Mulder, and just listen to his even breathing, as he sits engrossed in the movie before him, just being able to feel his presence, not having to worry about protecting him, or protecting myself.
The nicest part of tonight is, I don't feel like it's going to be stolen from under me, like so many things have been stolen from me; my sister, my daughter, my fertility ...Mulder has found his closure with Samantha. I have found my closure with Daniel. So many things are finally being realized after so much searching. Maybe I will get my wish granted for a "normal life."
I turn to Mulder, and wonder if he feels it too, if he has gotten out of the car. Though, I already know that he has. I can feel him standing next to me, as it has always been. Waving, as I am, to the past, and to our car that we have been trapped in for so long.
EMAIL: Saturn_girl19@yahoo.com
CATEGORY: M/S Romance RATING: PG
ARCHIVE: Please just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: These characters are not mine. That's all there is to it.
SUMMARY: Post episode for Je Siouette. Scully thinks about the normal life...
I was almost shocked when Mulder invited me to his place for a movie and popcorn. My ever questioning, rational mind said "Why? There has to be a reason." But then I stopped. Didn't I tell myself just to enjoy life, live in the moment? So I agreed. What the hell? I deserve to kick back every once and awhile. I especially needed it, after the disappointment of finding my scientific discovery gone. And Mulder needs a break just as much as I do.
So here we are on Mulder's couch, actually living like two ordinary human beings for once. I remembered what I had said to Mulder a year ago; about getting out of the car, and living a normal life. We are here. We are living, and we have finally gotten out of the car.
I like it here, outside of the car. I like feeling halfway normal. Sitting here on Mulder's couch, just being able to sit and watch a movie, without having to worry about liver eating mutants, or government conspiracies, or alien abductions. I like being able to sit next to Mulder, and just listen to his even breathing, as he sits engrossed in the movie before him, just being able to feel his presence, not having to worry about protecting him, or protecting myself.
The nicest part of tonight is, I don't feel like it's going to be stolen from under me, like so many things have been stolen from me; my sister, my daughter, my fertility ...Mulder has found his closure with Samantha. I have found my closure with Daniel. So many things are finally being realized after so much searching. Maybe I will get my wish granted for a "normal life."
I turn to Mulder, and wonder if he feels it too, if he has gotten out of the car. Though, I already know that he has. I can feel him standing next to me, as it has always been. Waving, as I am, to the past, and to our car that we have been trapped in for so long.