Dana Scully: What She Saw
By RocketMan
>lbontger@wmcstations.com<

Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, and I will put them back, but not
before I have some fun. 
Distribution: This can be posted anywhere, as long as it's with the
others in the series. A stand alone, yes, but it's better if you have
the others, so that this does not seem like such an illogical jump.
Content: S, PG, leaning towards MSR, but.....just good friends.

Author's Notes: Due to the unforseen allergy fest my sinuses are having,
my typing may be horribly inefficient, since every other sentence is
punctuated with a sneeze. Thanks for reading it anyway.


Dana Scully: What She Saw 


The lightning flashed around them, rain poured without ceasing down her
back, in her eyes, and the thunder was right over them, loud enough to
make the trees and her body vibrate with its intensity. She would have
been miserable, but wasn't only because of the man in front of her,
hands raised to the night sky in joy and wonder and fulfillment. With
his shirt plastered to his body, and his hair hanging in wet locks
across his forehead, he looked to be like a fanatical holy man, and she
had a hard time keeping a smile from her lips, despite the aching cold.

"You saw it?" he shouted to her, over the thunder. "You saw it right?
Tell me what you saw, Scully! Tell me what you saw!"

He turned his gaze to her, that passionate, overflowing gaze that always
made her feel distinct, as if he reserved that look for only that which
he cared for a great deal. Scully was glad he didn't know the power his
eyes held, or she would be lost.

His intense eyes watched her, millions of ideas and thoughts passing
between them with a glance.

"Tell me what you saw in the sky, Scully. Tell me ... I want to hear
you say it."

To others, it might have sounded like an 'I told you so,' but it wasn't.
She knew it was a little boy's need to be believed, and when the proof
had come and displayed itself to the only one the little boy wanted to
convince - the only one that mattered - well, he could not help his
enthusiasm she knew.

She averted her eyes back tothe thunderstorm and the hard forceful rain
and thought - What could it hurt? Concede him this, be true to myself
and my own witnessing for once, and let him have his fun, his joy, his
final peace of mind. 

"I saw figures, small and skinny, with heads out of porportion to the
bodies-"

"Aliens!"

"-and a light hovering brightly, as if it were a helicopter searchlight,
a soundless one, because there was no noise-"

"Their ship!"

"-and a brighter flash, I think might have been lightning-"

"That was them! Taking us up!"

"And then the rain started and I was back, but I'm not sure I even
really left-"

"Nine minutes, Scully. We lost time again!"

"And because of the rain, I couldn't see much after that." she finished,
still not admitting the last part, not wanting it to be really true. It
went against eveyrthing she believed in. Everything except maybe Mulder.

His face fell a little, but with her earlier admission he was still five
feet off the ground. He eyed her sharply, and took her by the shoulders.

"Scully! Do you know what you just said to me!?"

As if Dana Scully didn't ever know what she had said.

(Well, there was that one time, in the rain, her shot in the stomach
thinking she would die ...)

"It's actually kind of anti-climactic." he said. "I thought when you
finally admitted it, to yourself, there be more."

She shrugged and frowned. "That's all you get Mulder."

He grinned and in the pouring, drenching rain, he looked handsome and so
easy to believe, so easy to trust. So easy for her to slip her small
hand through his and hold on for the rest of her life.

"You saw the last part, I know you did." he said ferverently. "I went up
to the ship, shook their hands even when they looked at me." His voice
was dangerously low, maniacally low. "I didn't want you following be
here, but you did ... and I'm glad now. Because you saw it, you saw
it. You have proof."

Scully glanced again to the sky. She should never have said what she
did. It wasn't going to go away now. Who cares if she had been true to
herself? All that was getting her was a lot of embarressment and
unanswered questions. At least before, she could go home at night and
leave work behind. But now, it followed her, demanding time from her
thoughts and begging to be explored. So many things had come up, her
feelings that she had shut away, that they threatened to explode over
everything. It was time to back away a little.

"Mulder, I'm not sure what it is I saw. But I know that you've had a
dangerously high fever for three days and probably believe that you saw
aliens. I, however, was not close enough to see clearly and I had just
woken from a presumed faint. So what I saw could not be rendered
evidence."

It did nothing to dampen his spirits; she had a feeling nothing could.

"But, I did see a ship, and those ... people?" she said finally, because
she knew when her denial went from a logical argument to wanton
disregarding of facts.

He laughed out loud and pulled her up in a hug. Then, for a brief moment
he kissed her lips, brief enough not to many anything, and with his
fever and the crazy gleam in his eyes, she didn't, or tried not to put
much stock in it. But it sent her heart reeling and she was glad it was
raining and that he couldn't see what her kiss had done to her.

She was glad that the solitary tear was hidden in raindrops.

And all because of what she saw.

end.
Good, eh? Huh? Yeah? That's what I thoguht. You caught how she stuck to
her promise she made to herself in 'Peace'? Please send comments. This
is the next to last one in this series!!!
Adios
RocketMan