Summary: On another long drive... A very bored Scully starts to think.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em ... if I did... Mulder would STILL be there, and the show would NEVER be cut... :: clears throat:: thank you...
I can't Be...
By: Spookys Girl
2/2/2002
Another case...another long drive... more paranormal activity... does it ever stop?? Mulder's driving.. he insistis I get some sleep. The way he drives? Yeah right, I'm not getting sleep anytime soon.
He looks over at me, a quizical look on his face. I quickly look out the window, realizing I was staring. Its sort of hard not to. You look at him, and its like he mesmerizes you, and you just cant stop looking ... maybe its because I love him... No! I do NOT love him. There's no way. We are professional partners, and that is ALL ... right?? That has to be all ... we are two professional adults.
There is nothing out there for miles. Another hot, boring drive. If I complain so much, why am I still here? I wanted to have a life ... like most other normal people. I guess you cant work with the FBI and have a life at the same time. I remember when I brought up this subject with Mulder. "This is normal." I laugh to myself, and Mulder looks back at me with a confused look. I smile to him, and he goes back to driving... Drive... Drive...Drive...
I look back at Mulder.. never Fox, always Mulder. Maybe he's the reason I don't have a life. I know I've always felt something for him. He makes me feel good about myself, and most of all, he makes me feel safe. I trust him. And he really trusts me. He never trusts anyone ... maybe that means something.
"Ya know, you should be getting some sleep," He says with a smile. "I know...I'm not tired all of a sudden." I look out the front window and I see a small town coming up. "You want to stop for dinner there, Scully? Or do want to hit the next town." I looked at my growling stomach, "Let's hit this one... I just hope they have something more that greasy hamburgers." He laughs. I'm glad he thinks its funny. He knows how much I hate these little hole-in-the-wall diners who only occupants are filthy truckers. Hopefully we'll be at the motel soon.
We arrive at the diner and all of a sudden, my stomach aches. I hate these old, filthy restaurants more than I hate Mulder leaving his old sunflower seeds in my car. "Hey, Mulder...?"
"Yeah?"
"Could we get this to go?"
He smiles, knowing how much I hate these places. "You don't want to enjoy the adventure of eating greasy, extremely fattening food, with me??" I wondered why emphasized 'with me.' I couldn't help but smile. He walked around the side of the car and opened the door for me. I think again about why I'm still on the X-Files. Looking at Mulder at my side made me realize my true feelings for him...
Over the years, Mulder has given something to me, that no one ever has. He's given me happiness. Real happiness, I'm never sad when I see him.. its as if all my troubles go away. If I Love You is just three little words ... then why can't I say it?
Authors Note: Yes, I know.. very lame.. yea well, that's what happens when you've been living off of coffee and haven't gotten any sleep in days. please review or e-mail me your thought at SpookysGirl@aol.com
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em ... if I did... Mulder would STILL be there, and the show would NEVER be cut... :: clears throat:: thank you...
I can't Be...
By: Spookys Girl
2/2/2002
Another case...another long drive... more paranormal activity... does it ever stop?? Mulder's driving.. he insistis I get some sleep. The way he drives? Yeah right, I'm not getting sleep anytime soon.
He looks over at me, a quizical look on his face. I quickly look out the window, realizing I was staring. Its sort of hard not to. You look at him, and its like he mesmerizes you, and you just cant stop looking ... maybe its because I love him... No! I do NOT love him. There's no way. We are professional partners, and that is ALL ... right?? That has to be all ... we are two professional adults.
There is nothing out there for miles. Another hot, boring drive. If I complain so much, why am I still here? I wanted to have a life ... like most other normal people. I guess you cant work with the FBI and have a life at the same time. I remember when I brought up this subject with Mulder. "This is normal." I laugh to myself, and Mulder looks back at me with a confused look. I smile to him, and he goes back to driving... Drive... Drive...Drive...
I look back at Mulder.. never Fox, always Mulder. Maybe he's the reason I don't have a life. I know I've always felt something for him. He makes me feel good about myself, and most of all, he makes me feel safe. I trust him. And he really trusts me. He never trusts anyone ... maybe that means something.
"Ya know, you should be getting some sleep," He says with a smile. "I know...I'm not tired all of a sudden." I look out the front window and I see a small town coming up. "You want to stop for dinner there, Scully? Or do want to hit the next town." I looked at my growling stomach, "Let's hit this one... I just hope they have something more that greasy hamburgers." He laughs. I'm glad he thinks its funny. He knows how much I hate these little hole-in-the-wall diners who only occupants are filthy truckers. Hopefully we'll be at the motel soon.
We arrive at the diner and all of a sudden, my stomach aches. I hate these old, filthy restaurants more than I hate Mulder leaving his old sunflower seeds in my car. "Hey, Mulder...?"
"Yeah?"
"Could we get this to go?"
He smiles, knowing how much I hate these places. "You don't want to enjoy the adventure of eating greasy, extremely fattening food, with me??" I wondered why emphasized 'with me.' I couldn't help but smile. He walked around the side of the car and opened the door for me. I think again about why I'm still on the X-Files. Looking at Mulder at my side made me realize my true feelings for him...
Over the years, Mulder has given something to me, that no one ever has. He's given me happiness. Real happiness, I'm never sad when I see him.. its as if all my troubles go away. If I Love You is just three little words ... then why can't I say it?
Authors Note: Yes, I know.. very lame.. yea well, that's what happens when you've been living off of coffee and haven't gotten any sleep in days. please review or e-mail me your thought at SpookysGirl@aol.com
