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Category: VA
Classification: MSR
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Per Manum
Archive: Gossamer. Spookys. Further X. Others ask me.
Summary: Scully takes a risk.
Thanks to: Sara Lynn for the beta help.


"No Questions Asked"
by Lisa
haven599@msn.com


   I chickened out.

   I wanted to kiss him, but was afraid of the reaction.

   Would he push me away?

   Would he think I've crossed that imaginary line we've set for
ourselves?

   Would he say that he doesn't feel that way about me?

   It was my fault.  I let him walk out of here after just one
more hug.  I never stopped him.

   What was I supposed to say?  'Don't leave, I'm in love
with you?'

   There, I said it.  I love him.  I'm just afraid to show him.
Hell, I'm afraid to tell him.

   It would require a big emotional risk from me.  I have great
difficulty doing that, even if it is for Mulder.

   He's risked his life many times for me and would not hesitate
to do it again for any reason.  I would do the same as well.

   I feel so guilty.  I should be thanking him everyday for all
the times he's been there for me.  My gratitude isn't easily
expressed in words.

   Especially concerning his latest gift to me.  Is there a Hallmark
card for a sperm donor?   I don't know why he decided to say yes
after his spiel about this coming between us.  The only thing I can
think of is that he did it because I asked him to.  If I asked him
to jump off a building for me, I believe he would.  No questions
asked.

   So here I am alone in my apartment pondering all these
unanswered questions.

   If I had only opened the door and called him back inside, we
might be curled up together with a bottle of wine.

   If I told him I didn't want to be alone, he might have stayed
overnight.

   If I had only kissed him, he might have kissed me back.  We might
even be making love now.  That thought alone makes my heart
beat faster and sends waves of pleasure shooting through my system.

   I can sit here and if only myself to death, but that's not going
to solve anything.

   I began to get ready for bed, still unable to shut these thoughts
from my mind.

   I picked up the phone and punched in the number.  It rang
three times before I heard his voice.

   "Mulder, I need you."  I blurted it out before I had time to
think.

   He told me he'd be right over.

   No questions asked.

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END (1/1)

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