From: DiLisky@ix.netcom.com
Date sent: Mon, 22 Sep 1997 20:51:02 -0700
Subject: NEW: Passing Glance (1/1)
Title: Passing Glance
Author: Kristyn Collins
Rating: PG-13 (language only)
Category: SH
Spoilers: none
Keywords: pre-xf
Story Summary: What if you saw Mr. Right, but it was only as a passing
glance. Would the Powers that Be give you another chance?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor do I claim to. But I
promise I'll bring them back unharmed. They really belong to CC and Fox
Author's note: Don't worry, I haven't given up on "Psychic Conncections" but
I needed a break from it. This is based on something that happened to me. I
was playing tennis in the park near my home, and a really cute guy kept
looking at me. I didn't have the courage to speak to him and he didn't have
the courage to speak to me (presuming that he wanted to). I went home and
thought, What if *that* was Mr. Right? What if I never see him again? What
if someone gave me a chance to? And so "Passing Glance" was born.
Passing Glance
By Kristyn Collins
A Seedy Bar, Virginia, 1990-
She sat in a bar next to her best friend. She was young, happy and just out
of training. She was going to be an FBI agent! Well, she was going to teach at
Quantico, but she just knew that they would give her a feild job someday. Her
best friend from the Acadamy was named Julia. She had brought along her
boyfriend and her boyfriend's friend. It was kind of a double date- but Dana
was not having a good time. She didn't like the guy Julia had set her up with,
and frankly she didn't like Jon (Julia's boyfriend). He was loud and
obnoxious and so was his friend. Julia laughed at all his jokes, but Dana cut
him down.
"So I said to the guy, I said, 'Hey buddy...Spare a dime!' Get it! Spare a dime?
Didn't like that one, eh Day?"
"No. I don't like any of your jokes, Jon."
"Day..." Her friend took on a warning tone.
"Sorry. Hey, do y'all want s'more drinks?" she asked over the hum of the
music and crowds.
"Yeah. Nother round on Day," said the man who was supposed to be her date.
His name was Mike or Ike one, she couldn't remember. Actually she didn't
care. She strode up to the bar.
"Four more beers, please." The bartender nodded and began filling glasses.
There was a man seated next to where Dana was standing. She looked over
him. He was tall by the looks of it, with a crooked nose and dark eyes.
Mysterious, thought Dana. He looked mysterious. He looked up at her and
smiled. She smiled back and returned to her seat with the beers.
"Hey, do you know who that is?" she asked her companions, pointing to the
man at the bar. Both Mike/Ike and Jon frequented this bar. It was a favorite
among cubs and older agents alike.
"Oooh! Day's gotta crush," sang Julia.
"What about me?" asked Mike/Ike.
"I don't even remember your name," snickered Dana.
"I don't know who he is," responded Jon, ignoring all of them. He knew
Dana didn't like him, but he respected her. Hell, if he hadn't gotten distinct
"lay-off" vibes from her, he would have asked her out instead of Julia. But
she had spit out a few too many snide remarks for him not to notice. She
didn't like his friend Mike either. Mike was too drunk to see it, so Jon decided
to clue him in.
"Mike," he whispered. "Lay off Day. I don't think she's interested."
She shot him a creepy cold look. She'll make a good forensic pathologist, a
cold detatchment to everything. Dana continued to stare at the man. A look
of pity crossed Julia's face.
"I know who that is now," she said. "That's Spooky Mulder."
"Are you sure?" No wonder he looked so mysterious. Spooky Mulder, the best
profiler that the violent crimes section had. Too good. He was an expert
when it came to getting inside the heads of the killers, and that had earned
him his nickname.
"Yes. I'm definatly sure."
"Oh. I'm going to talk to him."
"Why?" Jon asked amazed. Dana dismissed him with a hand wave. She talked
to Julia instead.
"You never know who could be Mr. Right, and who could be Mr. Wrong," she
glanced at Jon and Mike.
"And who could be Mr. Spooky," added Julia.
Dana walked back up to the bar, taking a few breaths. She smiled at the man
again and said hello.
He looked her over. Not bad for a cub, he thought. She was young, pretty,
good skin, nice teeth. She had very nice red hair. He smiled back. What the
hell?
"My name is..." she paused. Her mom had always warned her about giving
away too much information. "Misty." Misty? Where the hell had *that*
come from. It was a nice name but Misty? It wasn't her. Oh, well. Maybe she
didn't have to be Dana. Maybe she could be Misty tonight.
"Misty," he murmered. That couldn't be her real name. Well, if she wasn't
going to play it strait, neither was he. "I'm Joseph."
"Oh. I thought you were...Nevermind. I guess my friend was wrong."
His eyes were gentle. He looked to be complex, though, and Dana was never
one who tried to hard to psycho-analyze her boyfriends. Maybe she should
have. Lord knew that her last one- Jack- had needed help. Julia cam up
behind her.
"Day, we're leaving. Are you coming?" Julia was her ride, she had to go.
"Oh, yeah be there in a minute," she turned to Joesph. "Nice to meet you."
"Yeah, you too. Let me ask you something before you go."
"Yeah?"
"Why'd you stop to talk? I'm not the friendlist looking guy. I never smile."
"You could have been my Prince Charming. Stranger things have
happened."
"Well, Princess, I'll see you around." That was a lie, he'd never see her
again. What if she WAS his Princess? He'd have missed his chance. He
watched her walk away. Goodbye, Ms. Right, hello bottom of beer glass.
*******
A Seedy Bar, Virginia, 1993-
"So, Scully, what do you think about this last case?"
"Oh, I don't know. Something about man-eating fish scares me."
"Yeah. Hey, let me ask you something."
"Yeah?"
"Do you ever think that you may have met Mr. Right, but never stopped to
talk. Or only spoke for a few brief minutes?"
"Yeah. I met this guy once, in this very bar. I always wondered...."
"That's funny. I met this red-haired girl named Misty. She looked a little
like you, I think- Oh, no. Scully?"
She had gone white. "Joseph?" she whispered.
"Misty?," she nodded, "Must be fate, Scully."
"The Powers that Be have given us another chance."
"Do you think I'm your Prince Charming?"
"Stranger things have happened," she teased. What were the chances of a
passing glance to become a deep friendship? But really, with her and
Mulder, stranger things *had* happened.
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