Title: "Alphabet Soup"--F
Author: Angel-Wings Gaskins
Rating: PG
Cater.: VR
Keywords: Mulder&Scully POVs, MSR
Spoilers: the tattoo one (I forgot name), "Milagro"
Summary: F stands for... 6th in Alphabet series
Archive: anywhere!  just email me!
Feedback: PulledAScully@aol.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, thoughts are.

Notes: ThanX bundles again to Caffy, Jooky, and Mushy for 
all the letter ideas, and to Joey, for that feedback she
keeps sendin my way ;o)  If I seem a bit sad about Samantha
on this one, it's 'cuz of a spoiler a friend sent me.  You
can find it here: 



"Aphabet Soup"--F
by Angel-Wings Gaskins

Fabulous.  Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully, MD, is the
most fabulous person I've ever laid eyes on.  She's perfect.
She's beautiful, mind, body, and soul.  Her heart is huge, 
to match her wits, and she's original, a fairy tale almost.
She's Scully, the fabulous Scully.

Fatal.  When she was missing I first saw it.  Scully loves
this work, but it's dangerous.  It'll hurt her in the long
run, maybe worse than it already has.  The cancer almost 
took her life and I was on the virge of requesting her
reassignment to save her from anymore pain or undiserved
consequences.  I would have, too, if I could have just 
signed the damn paper.  My hand was shaking something awful
and my tears blurred the words beyond recognition.  It was
then I relised I needed her more than life itself, and that
if I let her leave that would be the end of me.  

Forgiving.  After all this bull shit I've put her through I
don't understand how she can still be here.  She's forgiven
more than I can forgive myself.  

Faithful.  Seven long years.  Seven, long, wonderful years.
She's the only one I trust, the only one who trusts me.  I
can no longer believe that Scully will live me simply 
because I don't deserve her, and I really don't.  It's 
almost like we're married and our faith lives in each other,
in the fact that we're not going anywhere.

Feral.  Believe it or not, Scully is wild.  Behind that
profesional exterior is a riving, wild woman.  The tattoo
was just a minor glimpse of that side of her.  Over these
past years I've gotten a few more, but maybe one day I'll
see the whole kitten caboodle.  Won't that be a thrill.

Fair.  Just, impartial.  If I'm wrong, don't count on Scully
to side with me.  Scully sides with the truth, and that's
why I follow.

Felicitous.  "Characterized by, or causing, happiness;
appropriate."  It's hard to be happy, I'm the proof of that.
I'm only happy with my partner by my side, counteracting my
worst traits with her bests.  

Feminine.  For 6 1/2 years I wouldn't allow myself to think
of Scully this way.  Padgett just brought it all up again,
and it's not like I can stop it anymore.  She's beautiful 
(how many times am I gonna say that?) and I'm glad I finally
admitted it.  There are several benefits to doing so.

What else... hmmm... 

Fragrant.  What kind of shampoo does she use?  Whatever it
is, it's good.  Then that perfume...  Once she switched, and
I told her rightout I didn't like it.  I told her I liked
her original scent.  Who likes change?  She'd never admit 
it, but she wore that same old perfume the next day.  I was
not disappointed at all.

Fine.  "I'm fine, Mulder."  "No, Mulder, it's OK.  I'm 
fine."  That's one of the major indicators that Scully's not
fine.  She could be on her death bed and spouting out 'I'm
fine.'s like it was  nothing.  I wish she would stop those
facades she presents.  I could offer her comfort, she 
wouldn't have to suffer alone, instead of both of us 
sufferimg apart.

Flabbergasting.  Scully will never cease to astound me.  
Every day I learn something new about her to add to my 
little perception of Scully.

Um, favorite... that'd be... fabulous.  Without a doubt.

****

Mulder, I do not always say "I'm fine."  Maybe a few times,
ok, more than a few times.  But I don't *always* say it... 
Oh, shut up.

Fallible.  I worry about Mulder, I do.  He misses his sister
and he avenges the cause in which she was taken.  He would
do anything to know the whereabouts of Samantha and he would
believe anything to ease this constant search, this endless
persuit of the Truth.  I just don't want Mulder being hurt
because he's quick to believe.

Facetious.  Mulder is silly.  He always has been, probably
always will be.

Fatidic.  "Fatidic: propethic."  I don't know how Mulder 
does it, but like he says, 98.9% of the time he's correct.
He's got a gift, he really does.  

Fatuous.  "Fatuos: complacently stupid; silly."  Mulder is
not stupid, not in the least.  But he is silly, goofy, 
crazy, whatever.  That's just a born characteristic of 
Mulder.

Forgetul.  You know, for a man with a photographic memory, I
just don't understand how he could 'forget' so many staff
meetings or appointments with superiors.  

Fantastic.  In every sense of the word.  Mulder's reputation
isn't as bad as he thinks.  When I frist heard of him, it 
was of his profiling skills; he was the wonder boy of VCS.
He was the genious, but thought to have fallen off the deep
end.  Maybe he did, maybe he was never on the diving board 
to begin with.  My best guess is he was always in the water.
The work started inching me closer and closer to the dip, 
and I guess now I'm wading right next to my partner.  He's
fantastic for being there.  He pulls me up for air if I 
can't seem to manage myself and he's always there, stroke 
for stroke.

Felicific.  "Felicific: tending to produce happiness."  He
holds my heart in his open palms.  He has the power to ruin
me, which I have faith he never will, and he has the power 
to make me happier than I've ever been in my life.  I think
we've both chosen the latter.

Fender.  No matter how much I hate it sometimes, Mulder is 
my fender.  He catches my falls and fends off any source of
chanceable pain.  He's gotten his due scratches and scrapes
from fender-benders and crashes, but he's still up and
running.  He's saved me more times over than I can possibly
count.

Fatherly.  Those bastards stole my children, those yet 
unborn lives that were supposed to be mine.  I wanted so 
much for Mulder to be the father of those children.  I 
wanted to be with him over the years, watching our babies
lives develop before our eyes.  Now I know it will never
happen, but I do have other options.  I could adopt.  But I
won't do anything unless Mulder is there with me, for good.

Funny.  I try not to life.  It's hard to hold it in 
sometimes, though, and I can't help but grant him a smile or
a soft chuckle.  It feels good to laugh at Mulder, excuse me
*with* Mulder.

Freaky. Yes, he may be Spooky Mulder, the freak of the FBI,
but I'm Mrs. Spooky, and damn proud.

I can't pick a favorite out of these; I love them all.  
Except maybe fantastic, because it takes all this to make my
Mulder fantastic.

****THE END (until part G...)****

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