TITLE: The road to Memphis… (Vignette)
AUTHOR: DanaK35
E-MAIL ADDRESS or DanaK35@yahoo.com 
WEBSITE: http://danak35.tripod.com 
DISTRIBUTION: OK as long as my info stays on 
it.
SPOILER WARNING: Season 1-4 are fair game up 
to PMP
RATING: PG
CLASSIFICATION: MSR, post-ep vignette for Post-
Modern Prometheus
KEYWORDS: MSR, Scully's POV
SUMMARY: post PMP feelings



DISCLAIMER: 'The X-Files' and all 'The X-Files' 
related characters and situations are the 
intellectual property of the 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, I just borrowed them, so please don't sue I 
don't have anything.



The road to Memphis…
By DanaK35


"Put on my blue suede shoes….."

The last chords fade and Cher turns to her 
audience, still holding the hand of the Great 
Mutato. 

The crowd goes mad around us but I don't 
even notice.

My world has stopped spinning the moment 
he got up and held his hand out to me, his 
eyes seeking mine shyly, then pulling me to 
him, his green gaze becoming so intense that 
my heart has started beating wildly and 
hasn't stopped since.

As we started swaying to he music, his eyes 
never left mine and there is a look of 
tenderness, so obvious on his handsome face, 
then the smile. I cannot help but smile back.

We still hold each other, although Cher is 
singing another song now, something faster.

I don't care. All my sorrow, all my fear has 
faded and I want to stay there in his arms 
forever.

How can one dance, one look change a life so 
completely?

I raise my head to look at him, the friend that 
has been at my side for over five years now, 
has been with me through success and loss 
and illness, but now I see the man. 
Handsome, intelligent, incredibly sexy.

That expression is still there and all the 
sounds fade around me, all other people 
seize to exist as he bends down and kisses 
me.

All that is left are his lips on mine, warm, 
soft, infinitely tender. The sensation of his 
tongue tracing my lips, his taste, the faint 
smell of his aftershave.

I let myself fall into the vortex of emotions, 
seize the moment, focus my whole being on 
this man.

When, after eons, we let go, there is 
applause around us and the world fades back 
into focus.

We both smile shyly and Mulder pulls me still 
closer to him, his hand still holding mine.

"Let's get out of here, Scully." He says and 
takes my hand, leading me through the 
cheering crowd.

"Put on my blue suede shoes…"


THE END

For my kindred spirit, Sabine - 
my hopeful romantic!

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