| "Boom" By: Ann (Queegqueg) Feedback: Don't make me beg! I'd love feedback! [email protected] Archival: Put it wherever you want, but please keep my name and e-mail with it! ����`����,��,����`����,��, ����`����,��,����`����,��,����`����,��,����`����,��, ����`����,��,����`����,��, "So who was your first love, Scully?" "Well for one thing, what I thought was love before, really wasn't. It's funny how you can't recognise it properly until it really happens!" She wasn't going to do all the giving here, and make a fool of herself, so she turned the tables on him quickly. "And your first true love?" "First and only. I guess the sad thing is that I had to wait until I was in my thirties until I met her, but the happy thing is, I'm so glad that I did." His expression had become so intense, and he turned to look into her eyes. As if in slow motion, he lifted a hand to her face, and tenderly moved a stray lock back into place. His face seemed to be alight with emotion, the way the lamp light caught the silhouette of his features. She reached up to cup his face in her hand, and he held it, kissing it lightly. He leaned into her, and with that, the phone rang. Mulder resignedly answered it. "Mulder. No, not now Frohike, I'm busy. Yes. No, you can't! I will speak to you tomorrow." The mood had definitely been spoilt. "Mulder, shouldn't you check on the chicken, it should be cooked by now." "Oh, yeah." He walked into the kitchen, and wondered why he couldn't smell anything. Upon opening the oven, he soon found out why. "Oh, ****!" He had forgotten to light it, d*mn gas ovens!! How stupid could he be? Rather than admit this to Scully, he pressed the ignite button, and planned how he would tell Scully that it was taking longer to cook than usual. Then it happened. B A N G ! ! ! ! ! Neither agent had the chance to think anything as the spark caught the dish, and oven, and part of the surrounding area, alight. It sent him flying out the door, and into the approaching Scully. The shock initially silenced them, then they burst out into simultaneous laughter. Mulder's face was blackened from the smoke, and the sauce was splattered on his head. "You know what, it does look like bird poo!" He laughed at the remark, and then muttered under his breath, "God, I love you!" Did he really say that? They sat staring at each other, stunned. "What did you say?" "I said........." And he promptly blacked out! The music from the other room echoed his revelation: "And I wish you all the love in the world But most of all, I wish it from myself." *************************************************** Later, in the hospital, Scully sat at Mulder's bedside. How many times had they been in situations like this before? It really was becoming quite a habit for them. Luckily this time he was only in for observation, although she was confident the head injury was merely superficial chafing. Her mind kept returning to the last few words he had uttered, they had seemed too heartfelt for her to pass them off as shock from the explosion. If he did reiterate them upon waking, how would she cope? She'd deal with that when the situation arose, and not worry herself until then, she decided, and with that, grabbed her jacket, and left to go home to catch up on some much needed sleep. As she turned, Mulder opened one eye, and watched intently as she left the room, he really couldn't cope with the aftermath of his slip up. Maybe when his head was clearer he'd feel more capable of dealing with it, but at the moment his head was far too fuzzy. Should he just laugh it off? Plead ignorance of it? Repeat the words? Tomorrow, he'd think up what to say to her. He smiled at the thought, and fell asleep into the comfort of the large, soft pillow. The End XX Ann |