From: AltarGirl2 Date sent: Thu, 19 Mar 1998 10:30:33 EST Subject: Story: Ever Stop To Wonder? Title: Ever Stop to Wonder? Author: Chase Buckingham Category: VR Rating: G Spoilers: none Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance Summary: Scully can't hold it all in any longer... Archive: Sure! Wherever, just tell me and put my name on it first : ) Feedback: TOTALLY! AltarGirl2@aol.com Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not belong to me, which really sucks a whole lot... they're Chris Carter's and Ten-Thirteen Productions' creations, and I love them with all my heart and I really am just borrowing... Dedication: For Raven and Amanda Scully smacked her desk in anger. Anger at herself, anger at her work, anger at the world. She'd just slipped into one of those crazy daydreams which numbered so many and ranked so high on the impossibility scale. She wished she could truly lie with him at night, truly feel his hands on her, truly hear him whisper "I love you, my Dana" in her ear. The fantasies made her so happy, gave her such hope, melted her heart so easily, but then the realization that they were, in fact, *fantasies* crushed it all. And so she was angry. No matter how many times she told herself that it wasn't going to happen, she wouldn't - couldn't - give up on him. She loved him too much for her own good... Mulder smacked his desk in anger. Anger at himself, anger at his work, anger at the world. He wished more than anything that she would love him, let him hold her, look at him the way he looked at her when her back was turned. He wanted desperately to touch his lips to hers, to hear her murmur "Oh, Fox" ever so softly, to wake each morning at her side. He loved to dream about being with her, holding her, telling her his every thought. He had wanted for the longest time to say all of this to her, but actually hearing her *vocalize* the fact that she wasn't attracted to him would just be too much. He would rather dream, and let some small shred of hope remain... After many attempts to clear her mind of him, Scully resolved that she could take it no longer- she had to tell him. She didn't care if he rejected her- she couldn't hold her emotion inside for one more moment. She sped on the wings of Mercury across town and ran to the door of Mulder's apartment, letting herself in. Her excitement had gotten the better of her, and perhaps she had overreacted. She didn't pay any attention to this. "Mulder..." she said to the figure on the couch, panting. He looked up, and seemed incredibly surprised to see her there. "Scully! Hey! have a seat." He gestured for her to take the place next him. She smiled when she accepted the invitation and he placed his hand on her knee. "We really need to talk, Mulder... oh, God! Where shall I begin?" He grinned and ran his hand nervously through his hair. "I will. Begin, that is. A quote, perhaps? 'She walks in beauty like the night'? No... too much of a clich‚. 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate'? Perhaps... not enough. Or maybe an original: Dana- beautiful, incredible, brilliant, sweet, phenomenal Dana- I love you with every ounce of my existence and I shall disintegrate if you turn me away... suitable?" Eyes wide, she touched his hand gently. Not only had she not expected him to feel that way, but in the most insane of her fantasies he hadn't been so poetic- or so adorable. "Yes! Quite suitable... but what can I say to you? The moment I met you I knew... I didn't recognize it then, but I knew..." She touched his cheek softly. "Promise me this: you are sure of your feelings for me- it isn't just another passing fling." He kissed her hand. "I am more sure of my love for you than I am of the fact that I am sitting here. I will never betray you. I will never harm you. I will never leave you." She smiled to repress the tears, and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. "Oh, Fox," she murmured, ever so softly. He held her close, suddenly feeling the full force of the moment all at once. "I love you, my Dana," he whispered into her ear. Outside, sirens blared. Gunshots broke the night. A woman's screaming echoed down the street. Inside, church bells sounded. Angels' voices rang in the still air. And all was well. end