Letting It Fly
by Lisa Cole
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Category: V, Scully POV
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Fight The Future, Triangle, The UnNatural, Amor Fati
Summary: Scully comes to a decision, with a little indirect help from Mulder.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Just having fun with them.
Thanks: To Dina, for your continuing support.

In the murky waters of her heart she felt him lie there. Always. In the deep depths of her conscious and subconscious mind she heard him speak to her. Come To Me ... Come To Me ... In her body she felt him touch her. Spinning and swirling becoming one with her. If only she could make this feeling she experienced on the inside, surface on the outside. But of course she knew why it hadn’t happened. She was scared. More than scared. Deathly afraid. How would she take it if he did not return her love? No. She was just fooling herself with that excuse. He had on more than one occasion proven his love for her. In the hallway when she had almost left him; the hospital room last year; Again in the hallway just a few months ago. But you saved me ... I love you, Scully ...You were my touchstone... And so many more times that she had lost count now.

The truth was, how could they take the next step after so long in this endless limbo of “friendship”? But who was she kidding? They were so much more than “friends.” What were they then? How would one describe their relationship? How exactly could it be defined? ...

She knew he would laugh at her now. Endlessly trying to categorize everything. She remembered what he had said once: If we fail to anticipate the unforeseen possibilities, we find ourselves at the mercy of anyone or anything that cannot be programmed, categorized, or easily referenced. The unforeseen possibilities. She wanted to know what those were. No. She knew what those were, but she wanted to experience them, to hold them in her hands, savor them, squeeze every bit of life out of them. She wanted to experience him, to hold him in her hands, squeeze every bit of life out of him.

We're not going to think. We're just going to let it fly he had said to her on the baseball field. She knew then. All doubt and categorizing aside, she was ready to let it fly. She knew it. He knew it. He told her, in those deep depths of her mind.

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