Title: Found
Author: Kailee White
Keywords: V, MSR, Post-Ep
Spoilers: Major Millennium spoilers. If you haven't seen it,
definitely don't read this.
Rating: Only a PG, but that doesn't mean it's not "Plenty Good"!
Summary: Scully's mind churning during the last scene of Millennium.
Disclaimer: Ok, ok. I know that Mulder and Scully aren't mine. They
belong to the master Chris Carter and 1013 and 21st Century Fox.
I've just "borrowed" them for a few minutes. Don't sue me, you
won't get anything from this poor college student!
Found (1/1)
There are a multitude of people on this planet, none alike.
Yet, we all envision similar dreams, like living comfortably in
our own house, living the American dream. Most of us fantasize of
Finding the perfect person for them - the one individual out of the
five billion that they are meant to be with.
The average woman wants to discover her soul mate - the one who's
heart, mind and soul is intertwined with her own. She wants the
heavens to open up and grant her what she wants so badly, but that too
is just a fantasy. All of her dreams, her wishes, are just
exactly that; dreams society dreams in order to make everyday life
a little easier.
I don't dream that much.
When I do dream, I dream about my life in ten years, when I've
settled down, married my "match"; we have 2 beautiful children, and
are uncharacteristically happy. Who doesn't dream that?
I've always wanted that for myself.
But, in the past seven years, it has become apparent that my dream
won't be coming true anytime soon, as shown through my social life,
or lack thereof.
There are still many questions that haven't been answered. For
myself. For Mulder. For the both of us. But, in the deepest regions
of my mind, I still think about that life, the one that I imagine
myself living.
Tonight, today, at midnight, just a few moments ago, something
unexpected, but definitely not unwanted, happened.
One of my little dreams, the kind you don't like to admit to,
came true.
Now, contrary to my partner's "fantasies," mine involve more of the
simplest of pleasures in life. And for a small, minuscule moment in
seven years, I experienced the most natural, yet intimate one of them
all.
We kissed at the stroke of midnight, seconds after the luminescent ball
dropped in Times Square.
No matter how I put it to myself, the truth still remains. Mulder
and I shared something that we both have thought about for some time.
That fact I am sure of.
Kissing is not meaningless. There are a bundle of strings attached.
Kissing holds feelings and sentiments - intangible things that Mulder
and I have recently become more comfortable sharing.
As I watched the glowing ball descend, I noted out of the corner of
my eye that Mulder's vision shifted away from the traditional
Dick Clark scene and onto me. His eyes had a gleam in them,
something that I haven't seen there for a long time.
I didn't take time to consider what I was doing, what we were doing,
and jumped in - into my emotions, into what I felt and knew with
every ounce of intelligence in my body to be right.
I didn't close my eyes, at first, for fear of waking up, in a haze
and feeling the harsh revelation that I wasn't kissing him, that he
wasn't with me in that precise instant. But, he was there, I was
there, it was the Millennium, year 2000.
I caved in.
In that moment, that kiss, we both yielded to all of the things
we've wanted to say and do for who knows how long. My mind exploded
with a sensory overload. All of my thoughts, hopes, dreams, wishes,
wants, needs accumulated in one instant. That one, long, perfect
instant.
I'll remember...
Now, I break this kiss, not so much from needing to pull away,
but for needing a second to breathe, to make sure this was really
happening. I see him smiling. I know now that what I am
experiencing is not just one-sided, but mutual.
Wow.
I can't help but grin as we pull away, slowly. I think to myself,
"That wasn't so bad, was it? What were we afraid of?" That kiss
seemed so natural, as if we had done it before - practiced it within
our hearts and our heads. It was so soft, and gentle, and warm.
Somehow, someway, I get the feeling that he is thinking that same
thing too.
"The world didn't end." he says finally.
I agree. It is evident that he means many different things.
The world hasn't ended, no blackouts, no paranoia, no Millennium
group mass killings, yet. That is true. But with our history of
underlying meanings and quaint little verbal sparrings, I find myself
looking at the hidden meaning in that statement.
We kissed, really, finally kissed, and the world didn't end.
It is as if we always assumed something would happen, something
would cause us quit our feelings, which is a valid thought,
considering our past. But, when we got close again, close enough to
connect in new ways, nothing happened.
No bees, no gun shots, no cell phones, nothing.
"No it didn't." I say, realizing fully the implications with
what I am saying.
I look down, at my shoes, because the awkwardness had set in. I don't
know what I should say, but I do know what I feel. I am overcome by
the way my heart is beating in my chest, by the way my face is
slightly flushed, by the memory of his melodious lips upon mine, and
by the way he is smiling...at me.
"Happy New Year, Scully."
Mulder breaks the silence testing the waters. I think he is confused;
he doesn't know if I am happy, or if I am angry, or embarrassed.
Well, how could he?
I look down at the first sign of uncomfortablity. But, it isn't
because I am embarrassed, but because I am unsure. Not of myself
and not of Mulder but of where this will take us.
We just leapt off of the cliff where we've been standing for quite
some time. Where we will land is not known. But, I do feel...
something.
"Happy New Year, Mulder."
I look back up at him, again, smiling. He is reassured, and it shows.
He gladly beams back at me, places his arm around my shoulders,
leads me home. I can't help but feel that I am his and his only.
The weight of his arm around my neck feels...new, different,
incredibly light.
As we walk from the hospital, I feel found. Just right.
*****
Author's notes: Hey everyone! Ok, who loved this episode? I'm
raising my hand right now, only you can't see it. I have to thank
my sis, Kyrie, for her input and encouragement on this one. And of
course how could I forget the wonderful ladies at Gertie's MB??
I hope you all like it! E-mail me at emily_jane99@hotmail.com.
Thanks Mary for the great Beta work!!
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