Well, you asked for it and you got it. This is probably the fastest I've
ever worked on a story before. I have 8 reviews on this one and 17 on the
other. These stories are also torturing me though. I woke up at 4:30 in the
friggin morning with this great idea for the other one and I could not get
back to sleep because it was bugging me too much. Some people say the
author dictates the story. Ha! It's the story that dictates the author!
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Fox's eyes fluttered open. Even through his blurred vision, he saw the beautiful red haired woman leaning over him.
"Fox? Fox Mulder?" he heard her say. "I'm Dr. Dana Scully. You were hit by a car. Don't try to get up. We're waiting for the ambulance."
Dana. so her name was Dana. He was touched by the worried expression on her face as she dabbed at the cuts and scrapes on his face.
"You're so beautiful," he mumbled in awe. "You're an angel."
Her hand brushed his forehead. Something like electricity coursed through his veins. He knew what it was: love. He looked up in her beautiful blue- green eyes. Through them, he could see what she was feeling, the confusion, the love at first sigh, the questioning of what she felt. He knew it all.
Then, the paramedics were there. One of them was talking to her like he knew her.
Wait.
Dr. Dana Scully?
Something in his brain clicked. Dr. Dana Scully was a world-renowned neurosurgeon. She'd performed seemingly impossible procedures and saved hundreds of lives. Almost every day, she was on the news and in the papers. She was constantly recognized as one of the most powerful women in the world. Men fantasized about her but she was completely taken; she was getting married to her high school sweetheart and fellow surgeon, Robert Hart.
Fox had to face the facts, he' never have Dana Scully.
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FYI for those of you who don't like mushy stories: this one is a mushy story, a very mushy story.
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Fox's eyes fluttered open. Even through his blurred vision, he saw the beautiful red haired woman leaning over him.
"Fox? Fox Mulder?" he heard her say. "I'm Dr. Dana Scully. You were hit by a car. Don't try to get up. We're waiting for the ambulance."
Dana. so her name was Dana. He was touched by the worried expression on her face as she dabbed at the cuts and scrapes on his face.
"You're so beautiful," he mumbled in awe. "You're an angel."
Her hand brushed his forehead. Something like electricity coursed through his veins. He knew what it was: love. He looked up in her beautiful blue- green eyes. Through them, he could see what she was feeling, the confusion, the love at first sigh, the questioning of what she felt. He knew it all.
Then, the paramedics were there. One of them was talking to her like he knew her.
Wait.
Dr. Dana Scully?
Something in his brain clicked. Dr. Dana Scully was a world-renowned neurosurgeon. She'd performed seemingly impossible procedures and saved hundreds of lives. Almost every day, she was on the news and in the papers. She was constantly recognized as one of the most powerful women in the world. Men fantasized about her but she was completely taken; she was getting married to her high school sweetheart and fellow surgeon, Robert Hart.
Fox had to face the facts, he' never have Dana Scully.
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FYI for those of you who don't like mushy stories: this one is a mushy story, a very mushy story.