Title: Dreaming of the Moon Author: Jessica Golden E-mail: XBatGirl@aol.com Keywords: Mulder/Scully married Disclaimer: Cris Carter and his merry men own the characters. I have no permission to use them, duh! No copyright infringement intended. Summary: Mulder/ Scully married, go to Bureau function, look at sky. Spoilers: None Rating: G Warning: Total, pure, undeniable fluff. Original Posting Date: February 23, 1998 August 3, 1998 5:37 p.m. Mulder residence "Do we have to?" "He said we better be there. Basically he threatened me." "He threatened you?" "Kind of." "Kind of?" "He said that he would separate us for a week." "He threatened you with that?" "Scully. . ." "Mulder. . ." "So we have to go." "I guess so." "I don't have anything to wear. I'll have to get a new dress, new shoes, maybe new earrings." "You could go naked. I'm sure he would like that. Mmmmm. . . I would like that." "I know you would. If we have to go we're going to look nice." "You want to go." "An opportunity to see my Mulder dance and wear a sedate tie? Wouldn't miss it for the world." "You've seen me dance." "I know. You're pretty good at it." "I know, I know. No need for applause, just throw kisses." She groaned. August 25, 1998 10:13 p.m. Just outside of the Grand Hyatt Washington He pulled her up onto the hood of the Taurus. He lay back on the windshield and she snuggled deeper into his arms. He spoke, "Look up. The show will start in a few minutes." "What kind of show?" "A special show." She watched the starry night sky. The meteorites started to fall across the sky. Each one started at one point and fell until it burned up in the atmosphere, destined to fall on some poor old man. "It's gorgeous." "Yeah, it is. When I was a kid Samantha and I used to climb up onto the roof and watch it every summer. When I was ten we got in trouble with my mom, but it was worth it. A whole week of no television was worth it. Just to sit and watch the falling pieces in space. Imagine it Scully. Those meteorites fall through space, something that we can't do. A piece of rock! Sometimes, I used to wish that I was a meteorite and I was falling through space. No one could catch me if I was in space. No one could yell at me because in space you can't talk. I wished I was flying towards the moon, towards a colony of humans that set up a space station on the moon. I thought that would be the ultimate place to live. The moon. No suburban house with a white picket fence for Fox Mulder. No, he had to have the moon." "But you don't have the moon Mulder." "I know, but I've got a house in the suburbs and it's not so bad. Don't forget Scully, now I've got you. You're better than the moon, the moon couldn't keep me warm and hold me during the night." THE END. Feedback to XBatGirl@aol.com Quote of the Day: "We all have a dark side; it's bullshit to say that we don't." --Sarah McLachlan ----*X*----*X*----*X*----*X*----*X*----*X*----*X*----*X*----*X*----*X*----*X*- ---*X*---- Jessica ( XBatGirl@aol.com ) http://members.aol.com/XBatGirl/index.hmtl http://members.aol.com/XFSlider/WQShippers.html