"Dear Missy"
Author: Maranda "Tex" Gordon (N8iveTexan)
Rating: PG for some minor cursing.
Category: Vignette, Romance, Mild ScullyAngst
Key Words: Mulder/Scully Romance
Spoilers: Brief references to scenes in: Irresistable, Redux II, Emily
Summary: In a letter to her sister, Scully sorts out her feelings about her relationship with Mulder. Written mostly in the first person.
Disclaimer: The X-Files and the characters of Fox Mulder, and Dana and Melissa Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, FOX Entertainment, and most importantly, to the actor and actresses that portray them. No Copyright infringement is intended. The rest of the story is mine (I knew I owned *something* in the deal...*G*).
Timeline: Set sometime between Emily and Folie A Duex.
Author's notes and acknowledgments at the end.
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May 28, 1998
Dear Missy,
I bet if anyone finds out I'm writing a letter to my dead sister, they'll want to commit me....
Do you remember when you told me the night before I went in for training at Quantico, that I would never know who I would meet, how I would change their life and vice versa? Well, you were right. I've met lots of people, and though I'm not sure if I've changed their lives, I know in my heart that one person has changed my life forever: My partner, Fox Mulder.
My God, Melissa, the man is crazy! He's so infuriating, intimidating, and gullible. He is so damn passionate in his search for his Holy Grail, his missing sister Samantha, that he is blind to the dangers that come as part of the package but.... Mulder is my only true best friend. He is one of the most caring men I have known. Goodness knows he's my knight in shining armor - he's risked his life to save mine so many times, been willing to give it all up for me. Most would say that is what a partner is for, but with Mulder, it's as if he makes it a personal vendetta.
Sometimes, I feel like every animal on God's green Earth is running rampant through my veins in the place of my blood. This feeling I get just from one of those moments when we share that silent communication that we have. I'm confused, Missy. I care about him a great deal, yet I get unfamilliar stirrings in the least used places of my heart that I cannot explain.
I fear a life that would not include the simple pleasure of being able to debunk his off-the-wall theories. I believe it would be the little things I'd miss the most: seeing his goofy grin, or feeling the oh-so-slight touch of his hand on my lower back as he walks behind me; the feel of his velvet lips pressed against my cheek as he gently reassures me that everything will be okay, and if it's not, that he will always be here for me; the rare, yet beautful sound of his laughter; how he always smells of Old Spice cologne; how he lovingly wraps his arms around me to comfort me after a horrifying case. Okay, so I don't consider the kissing and holding "little things," but you get the idea.
I love him, I've just never told him. However, the bigger question is am I *in* love with him? I guess only time will tell....
Scully's hand paused, hovering above the backspace key as she reread the last paragraph. Deciding quickly that no one was ever going to read this, she hit return once again and ended the letter. She never heard him enter the apartment....
Feedback is craved, so please tell me what you think: N8iveTexan@aol.com Pretty please? With whip cream, a cherry, and chocolate syrup on top? *G*
Special thanX go to my mom who checked my grammar and also did a little fine tuning in the consistancy department. 8-) Love you!
ThanX to Tammy M. Parnell for giving me such a wonderful review of this story when I was ready to put it in the trash can.