Title: SHE… Author: DanaK; DanaK35@yahoo.com URL: http://danak35.tripod.com/ Archiving: everywhere as long as my name stays on it Rating: V Classification: PG-13 Spoilers: none Keywords: follows "You..." but can absolutely stand alone – same universe Summary: Musings Disclaimer: 'The X-Files' and all 'The X-Files' related characters and situations are the intellectual property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the FOX network. The following material is not intended to infringe on the above copyright in any way. Which means, they aren't mine, yak yak yak...you know the drill! SHE... by DanaK35 She enters the office and wordlessly slips out of her jacket. She hasn't said anything on the elevator ride after our meeting with Skinner. I know she is angry with me. She has that sparkle in her eyes that tells me she is not in the mood for any lame joke today. She has been left behind again, has been dumped again...by me. I sometimes wonder what makes her stay, makes her always stand by my side. I haven't treated her very well lately. She sits across from me and flips open her notebook and I watch her, study her every movement. Her red hair is tucked behind her ears and the navy of her business suit makes her pale skin shimmer in the gloomy light of our basement office. She is beautiful and I don't think she even knows it. And that makes her even more beautiful. She is smart and sexy, independent and strong, but in this man's world she has never lost her femininity. She is warm and caring and unselfish. She is all that I have ever wanted and more. So much more. She haunts my dreams and lights up my dreary days. I want to reach out and touch her soft cheeks, stroke her rose colored mouth with my fingers. I want to pull her close and feel her body pressed against mine. I want to look into those blue eyes before my lips touch hers. I want all that and more. I want her. Her body, her soul, her love, her friendship. But I can't tell her...for many reasons. The main one being my childish fear of losing her. She is too far from me now. I have burnt too many bridges between us. I look at her and the longing inside me becomes almost too much to bear. She looks up and raises one eyebrow and I am once again without words. Stunned by her beauty. Her gaze turns soft, a smile plays around the corners of her mouth. I know this smile means forgiveness, once again. I smile back at her and our eyes lock. In moments like that we don't need words. 'Forgive me?' Mine ask. 'Yes.' hers state, simply. She doesn't break the contact between us. She is there, my Scully once again. Maybe not all the bridges have burnt. THE END