Author: Alanna diAblo
Tittle: The Preist Who Saw It All: Sunday Afternoon part 2/?
Rating: PG-13. Probably a G, but no one reads those.
Summary: After and intersting encounter at the church, Mulder and Scully go to brunch and hold an interesting conversation on love...
Spoilers: ALL OF SESSION 8 MINUS THE SESSION FINALE. Well, that too, but baby wasn't born yet and she's not pregnant...yet.
*Author's note: THANK YOU ALL FOR R/R CHAPTER 1 OF MY STORY! I have more reviews on this then I've had on any other story (being a fairly new author). Please, if you like my stuff e-mail me @ Drk Alanna@aol.com, or read and review my other stories. FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED! Hope you all enjoy this one as much as the first, or even more...
~**~~IN MEMORY OR ALEX KRYCEK~~*~
A rush of warm air greated Scully as she led Mulder out of the church. They hadn't spoken since being inside, only a few words or so. The silence was comforting to Scully, with her chaotic childhood, and even more so chaotic lifestyle, the quiet soothed her more then most people she knew. Mulder was, in a weird way, the same way. He had a hard childhood, espechialy considering that his sister had been abducted when he was twelve and his parrents divorced not long after that. He liked the quiet to.
Unfourtunetly, he needed to speak at this particular moment, but after that it could go back to the quiet hum of before, and the words spooken between them that were not pshicily present in the air, but in one another's mind and soul. Communicating through ESP, through the eyes. After knowing each other for so long, it was only thought that they predict what the other would do before they did so. It was through this they were connected.
"Scully?" He asked, almost a whisper but yet piercing the air with it's almost shrill tone. "Hmm..?" Was the only reply he recived. "Where's your car?" It was a stupid question, but he didn't want to seem selfish and just walk to his own car. "I walked." Was the blunt reply. "Actually, Reyes gave me a lift." Mulder nodded, he liked that Scully and Reyes were becoming friends.
Reyes was a fairly open person, and seemed to have a calming affect on most people that she came into contact with, but Scully needed it the most. Mulder knew that he had a certain affect on Scully, but knew that Reyes's and his own affect's were slightly different and to different degrees. He could only calm Scully a ceratin way, and to a certain level, where as Reyes brought out the more innocent and feminine side of Dana Scully. A side which, although frequently scene by Mulder, was a well loved one.
"So, uh, you wanna ride? Maybe lunch?" Said Mulder. He normaly would have just gone over what the preist said in his own head, but he thought Scully would provide an interesting debate and he had nothing else to do. Besides, it would be fun, providing him with more UST then he should think comfortable. "Sure, that be nice Mulder." Sure. She had no clue what the subject would be. He wasn't conspicising against her, just teasing. It was one of his favorite forms of indearment.
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BLUE TEA CUP DINNER~
Scully was watching her partner wolf down yet another helping of an omlet and bacon, and begin to sip his fith cup-yes FITH CUP- of black coffee that late morning. She herself, was content with a ham and cheese crosont and only two cups of coffee with pleanty of milk and sugar. While apparently spacing out, she churned the thoughts of what the preist said over in her head. What had he ment? Or rather-What was he implying??
Mulder who was ::cough:: reading the newspaper, or-um-thinking about the same thing she was. He knew what had been implyed all so rather subtley, espesilay incorporating a motorcycle. Did he need a motorcycle? Mulder snapped to attention, when the red head across the table nudged him in the shin with the tip of her heal, and her piercing gaze met his foggy one.
"Wha-? Did you say somthing Scully? Sorry I spaced out there- I was thinking about something. You know what the preist said, about love? About how it's helping someone out to compleate the work of God? About living for another person, that they mean more to you then your very own life?" The whole "more UST then she can handle", was not turing out that way at all.
This babble made perfect sence to Scully. But naturaly she didn't exactly want to talk about it. But again, Mulder was her partner and her best friend, so she let herself hear him out. Maybe he'd have a good conclusion to this all. She nodded and smiled, which he took as her agreement to let him continue.
"Well," He said after a long pause. "Have you been doing that? Fulllfilling god's work I mean--loving..?" Scully ran this question through her mind, and searched it for the right answear, but her mind knew none, only her heart did, and she wasn't about to let it leak out anytime during this meeting anyway. Mulder tapped his long slender fingers on the counter waiting for a reply, looking down so she couldn't read his expresion.
"I--I solve cases. I help people out and make it so they are able to live normaly again. That's a way of loving."
"Yes, it's a way. But I meant, love. True love."
The whole topic was a bit unsettling for Scully. The fact that she knew what he was getting at didn't make it any easier to answear without thinking out what she said very carefully first. When a moment of silence had fallen, Mulder knew what she was thinking. "Scully, are you implying that your a virgin?" Humour was the only way he knew how to break the usualy comfortable quiet that had gotten to be the oppisite.
"Mulder.."
"Sorry. That wasn't what I intended to say. What I meant was have you ever met somebody who you would give everything you had for their sake? Someone who's own happiness is more important then you own?"
"I think I have." Scully said, with the slightest hint of a smile. "Well, what about you Mulder. Do you even believe in "true love"?" She had a rare hint of girlish indulgence in her eyes. Like some girl in highschool who was about to find out some juicey gossip.
"Yea.." Said Mulder. He found this the perfect oppertunity to tuck a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. It was cheesy, but it was also what love is all about.
Her contentment was all that mattered to him right now and had always, and would always.
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YES!! THERE WILL BE MORE TO COME! So in the meantime, feedback here or to Drk Alanna@aol.com. I didn't have much time to edit this either, and if u read my stuff u'll no that my spelling is VERY bad, so exuse all spelling and grammar and I *will* update it. So if you can't stand it now, wait a few weeks an it'll b all good. ;) Hope you liked it so far. I'm trying hard 2 please.
Tittle: The Preist Who Saw It All: Sunday Afternoon part 2/?
Rating: PG-13. Probably a G, but no one reads those.
Summary: After and intersting encounter at the church, Mulder and Scully go to brunch and hold an interesting conversation on love...
Spoilers: ALL OF SESSION 8 MINUS THE SESSION FINALE. Well, that too, but baby wasn't born yet and she's not pregnant...yet.
*Author's note: THANK YOU ALL FOR R/R CHAPTER 1 OF MY STORY! I have more reviews on this then I've had on any other story (being a fairly new author). Please, if you like my stuff e-mail me @ Drk Alanna@aol.com, or read and review my other stories. FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED! Hope you all enjoy this one as much as the first, or even more...
~**~~IN MEMORY OR ALEX KRYCEK~~*~
A rush of warm air greated Scully as she led Mulder out of the church. They hadn't spoken since being inside, only a few words or so. The silence was comforting to Scully, with her chaotic childhood, and even more so chaotic lifestyle, the quiet soothed her more then most people she knew. Mulder was, in a weird way, the same way. He had a hard childhood, espechialy considering that his sister had been abducted when he was twelve and his parrents divorced not long after that. He liked the quiet to.
Unfourtunetly, he needed to speak at this particular moment, but after that it could go back to the quiet hum of before, and the words spooken between them that were not pshicily present in the air, but in one another's mind and soul. Communicating through ESP, through the eyes. After knowing each other for so long, it was only thought that they predict what the other would do before they did so. It was through this they were connected.
"Scully?" He asked, almost a whisper but yet piercing the air with it's almost shrill tone. "Hmm..?" Was the only reply he recived. "Where's your car?" It was a stupid question, but he didn't want to seem selfish and just walk to his own car. "I walked." Was the blunt reply. "Actually, Reyes gave me a lift." Mulder nodded, he liked that Scully and Reyes were becoming friends.
Reyes was a fairly open person, and seemed to have a calming affect on most people that she came into contact with, but Scully needed it the most. Mulder knew that he had a certain affect on Scully, but knew that Reyes's and his own affect's were slightly different and to different degrees. He could only calm Scully a ceratin way, and to a certain level, where as Reyes brought out the more innocent and feminine side of Dana Scully. A side which, although frequently scene by Mulder, was a well loved one.
"So, uh, you wanna ride? Maybe lunch?" Said Mulder. He normaly would have just gone over what the preist said in his own head, but he thought Scully would provide an interesting debate and he had nothing else to do. Besides, it would be fun, providing him with more UST then he should think comfortable. "Sure, that be nice Mulder." Sure. She had no clue what the subject would be. He wasn't conspicising against her, just teasing. It was one of his favorite forms of indearment.
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BLUE TEA CUP DINNER~
Scully was watching her partner wolf down yet another helping of an omlet and bacon, and begin to sip his fith cup-yes FITH CUP- of black coffee that late morning. She herself, was content with a ham and cheese crosont and only two cups of coffee with pleanty of milk and sugar. While apparently spacing out, she churned the thoughts of what the preist said over in her head. What had he ment? Or rather-What was he implying??
Mulder who was ::cough:: reading the newspaper, or-um-thinking about the same thing she was. He knew what had been implyed all so rather subtley, espesilay incorporating a motorcycle. Did he need a motorcycle? Mulder snapped to attention, when the red head across the table nudged him in the shin with the tip of her heal, and her piercing gaze met his foggy one.
"Wha-? Did you say somthing Scully? Sorry I spaced out there- I was thinking about something. You know what the preist said, about love? About how it's helping someone out to compleate the work of God? About living for another person, that they mean more to you then your very own life?" The whole "more UST then she can handle", was not turing out that way at all.
This babble made perfect sence to Scully. But naturaly she didn't exactly want to talk about it. But again, Mulder was her partner and her best friend, so she let herself hear him out. Maybe he'd have a good conclusion to this all. She nodded and smiled, which he took as her agreement to let him continue.
"Well," He said after a long pause. "Have you been doing that? Fulllfilling god's work I mean--loving..?" Scully ran this question through her mind, and searched it for the right answear, but her mind knew none, only her heart did, and she wasn't about to let it leak out anytime during this meeting anyway. Mulder tapped his long slender fingers on the counter waiting for a reply, looking down so she couldn't read his expresion.
"I--I solve cases. I help people out and make it so they are able to live normaly again. That's a way of loving."
"Yes, it's a way. But I meant, love. True love."
The whole topic was a bit unsettling for Scully. The fact that she knew what he was getting at didn't make it any easier to answear without thinking out what she said very carefully first. When a moment of silence had fallen, Mulder knew what she was thinking. "Scully, are you implying that your a virgin?" Humour was the only way he knew how to break the usualy comfortable quiet that had gotten to be the oppisite.
"Mulder.."
"Sorry. That wasn't what I intended to say. What I meant was have you ever met somebody who you would give everything you had for their sake? Someone who's own happiness is more important then you own?"
"I think I have." Scully said, with the slightest hint of a smile. "Well, what about you Mulder. Do you even believe in "true love"?" She had a rare hint of girlish indulgence in her eyes. Like some girl in highschool who was about to find out some juicey gossip.
"Yea.." Said Mulder. He found this the perfect oppertunity to tuck a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. It was cheesy, but it was also what love is all about.
Her contentment was all that mattered to him right now and had always, and would always.
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YES!! THERE WILL BE MORE TO COME! So in the meantime, feedback here or to Drk Alanna@aol.com. I didn't have much time to edit this either, and if u read my stuff u'll no that my spelling is VERY bad, so exuse all spelling and grammar and I *will* update it. So if you can't stand it now, wait a few weeks an it'll b all good. ;) Hope you liked it so far. I'm trying hard 2 please.