Birthdays along the river (fwd) by KY
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Birthdays along the river(1)
KY
ky....@student.qut.edu.au
This is a greenie trying out a Mulder/Scully relationship thingy. The
general rating would apply.
PS: First attempt henceforth. Disclaimers against nausea. Of course, the
usual disclaimers apply to characters of Scully, Mulder, and X-files
apply; apologies to CC and Fox.
Gist: Short story;Mulder's expresses his "love" for Scully.
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"Really, Mulder...." laughed Scully. Her hair was ruffled from her recent
10 kilometre run along the river. As she stood beside the pastel
landscape. She glanced up at her partner and silently laughed. She was
stopped along the run by her partner's sudden appearance.
And Mulder had just fished out a a card from his overcoat.
A birthday card.
It was unlike Mulder. So thoughtful and remembering. He had never
forgotten the day they encountered Tooms. He never forgot the day his
sister was taken from him. But he had always forgotten her birthday.
Of course, anyone could turn around and say: "Scully, how could you
compare your insignificant birth-day to Mulder's experiences? How
could you compare all the encounters beyond human experience to a
birth-day card?"
"How could you?" were the exact words she muttered under her breadth.
Mulder was slowly twisting his foot into the ground - alike the proverbial
schoolboy. One could never imagine the audacity it took to produce the
card. Let alone his intentions.
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It was a strange scene - Mulder and Scully standing along the running
river. Mulder, over-dressed in an overcoat, and his pressed suit. Scully,
under-dressed in a sports tunic, with a worn-out pair of sneakers. A
bystander would have assumed that there was no relation between them. That
is, if you were a bystander.
After all, their experiences in the X-files were not published in the New
York Times. Well, maybe it could have been published in the local gossip
papers. But who could have known relived the bond between them.
If Mulder could only put to words his feelings for Scully, they would not
have been there. Yet, somehow, Mulder's silence compounded with time.
Scully could not reprocicate a love that was not there. Yet, she
suspected.
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"Mulder, you were saying..." Scully was hesistant.
"Hmm?"
"The card, Mulder"
"Yes?"
"You were going to give it to me"
"O - yes. Here you are. Happy Birthday, Scully"
In a way, Mulder had already spoken.
Scully blushed.
In her special way, Dana Scully knew. <END>
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Well, that's all folks.
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