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Ancient Dreams an X- Files eroticon 5/5
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WARNING! THIS STORY IS NC-17 Rated!
WARNING! THIS STORY IS NC-17 Rated!
The story you are about to read contains SEX, written in loving detail.
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Don't flame me if you're silly enough to go ahead and read it after I
warned you, and then get offended by it. --kms
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Kellie Matthews-Simmons//[email protected]
Member: SFLA&EBS, PSEB, DDEB, X-phile "Ego veno eos in vulcos minos."
"Sometimes the need to mess with their heads outweighs the millstone of
humiliation." --Fox Mulder, X-Files "Squeeze"
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Ancient Dreams, pt. 5
Kellie Matthews-Simmons
Dana yawned sleepily and burrowed into the covers, eyes closed,
feeling as relaxed and contented as a just-fed baby. The image made her
think of Eithne's baby, and how incredibly awed she had felt as she
delivered him. Suddenly she sat bolt upright.
"Shit!"
Obviously startled, Fionn sat up too. "What's wrong?"
She scowled, disgusted with herself and a bit with him. "I didn't
think... oh damn it all, I can't believe I was so stupid!"
"What? What did you do?"
"It's not what I did, it's what *we* didn't do."
He shook his head. "I don't understand... what do you mean?"
"I'm not protected, and I didn't think to make you use any birth
control!"
He stared at her for a moment, then began to smile. "Is that all?
You can relax. You can't conceive by me, not like this."
"Don't tell me that your people and mine can't crossbreed! You
already told me you do!"
"You're right. We can and must. But it's a complicated
process..."
"How complicated can it be?" Dana interrupted. "All it takes is
sperm and ova!"
"I can explain if you want..."
"I want," she said flatly, trying to ignore the little knot of
fear in her stomach. The absolute *last* thing she needed to have to deal
with right now was an unplanned pregnancy. Fionn leaned back against the
bed, looking completely undisturbed. That was both reassuring and
irritating.
"For me to have a child with you I would have to... to force it.
It could not happen naturally. I would have to use my mind to unite
the..." he paused, as if searching for words. "The male and female
parts... sperm and egg?" He looked at her questioningly and she nodded,
encouraging him to go on.
"It has to be done that way because humans can't conceive by us any
other way. Then I would have to undergo Change, and take the... the..."
he looked frustrated. "I'm sorry, I don't know the words. I would have
to take what results from that union from you and take it into myself,
into my female self. I would have to carry the child, since we learned
long ago that if a human carries a Sidhe child, it is almost always born
Human, rather than Sidhe."
She stared at him, stunned. "You're talking about surrogacy!"
"What's that?"
"Removal of an zygote from the original parent an placing it in a
host to be carried to term."
"Zygote?" he asked, puzzled.
"The fertilized egg."
"Oh, then yes, that's exactly what I meant."
"But... how do you take the zygote? It's obvious your medical
technology is almost non-existent!"
"We have never needed it. We move the... zygote," he looked
rather pleased with himself for remembering the word. "...the same way we
create it. Telekinesis."
"I would think that would destroy it."
"No, it happens so quickly it does no damage, but it must be done
before it makes a home in the human woman's womb. After that, it must be
left where it is or it will die."
"So conception between a Sidhe and a human can't happen naturally?"
Dana asked, just to be sure she wasn't misunderstanding him.
He shook his head. "No, never."
She relaxed, feeling reprieved. "Well, that's a relief. I could
just see me trying to explain a baby to Mulder."
Fionn grinned. "Surely he knows how they're created."
"That's *not* what I meant and you know it!" Dana said, trying not
to grin and spoil the effect. She remembered something she'd meant to ask
him earlier, before she got... distracted. A smile curved her mouth at
the memory of that distraction. He was incredible! She managed to drag
her attention back to the present.
"You said the first historical event you could remember was the
destruction of Mona. I don't remember that, what was it?"
His expression hardened, went distant. "The Isle of Mona. The
historian Tacitus wrote of it in his Annals. Julius Caesar ordered its
destruction in order to crush the spirit of the tribes of Britain. My
brother Ciaran was there, studying... he was only a boy, just past his
first Change. They killed him along with all the rest. I felt his death
inside me as if it were my own. For a long time after that, I hunted
Romans."
Dana realized her mouth was open and she shut it with a snap that
hurt her teeth. He couldn't possibly mean what it sounded like he meant.
He simply couldn't. She dredged her voice out of wherever it had hidden
and spoke.
"Fionn... Julius Caesar invaded Britain in... god, what was it? I
learned it in Western Civ... I think it was 45 BCE! You couldn't possibly
have been alive then!"
He looked at her, was she imagining a trace of disdain on his face?
"Why not? Barring accident or murder, my kind lives forever."
Dana shook her head, feeling as if she'd suddenly lost her balance.
"It's impossible!"
"I can't prove it, but I lived it," he said softly.
She kept shaking her head, nearly overcome by the urge to laugh.
"You're joking with me!"
"No, I'm not."
"Are you talking about reincarnation?" she asked, grasping at
straws.
He shook his head. "No. A single lifetime... infinitely long."
She ran a hand through her hair. "This sounds like an episode of
Star Trek!"
To her surprise he grinned. "Aye, it does. I remember that one,
`Requiem for Methuselah', a good story."
She inched away, feeling afraid for the first time. "The stress
has finally gotten to me! My god... an elf who watches Star Trek! I
can't believe I'm making this up! I was never any good at creative
writing! Wait... maybe I'm dreaming..."
He drew her toward him, his hand gentle against her hair.
"No, Dana. You're neither mad, or dreaming. We are real, we are
natural, in our own way. It's strange... you didn't balk at the idea that
we change our gender, that we are telepathic and telekinetic, that we are
living myth... but you can't accept that we are long-lived?"
"Not that long! Fionn, that's over two *thousand* years! No one
could possibly live that long!"
He rubbed his lips across her knuckles and looked at her
apologetically. "Would it help if I looked like Mel Brooks?" he asked.
She stared, not understanding for a moment, then suddenly she
remembered watching a video clip of Mel Brooks and Carl Reiner doing their
classic `Two Thousand Year Old Man' routine. Her lips twitched. His did
too. A moment later his smile broke free, and hers followed. She started
to laugh. It took her a long time to stop, but when she did she shook a
finger at him.
"You watch too much television!"
He looked embarrassed. "Guilty as charged, television fascinates
me. It is so... immediate, so malleable. In television you can do
whatever you want, create anything. In some ways it's like our abilities,
only it's far more influential. A dangerous medium, if misused."
"You've got that right," Dana said, eyeing him speculatively. "So,
I'm not crazy and you're not either... I really am sitting here with a
two- thousand year old elf who can change gender at will and manipulate
reality with his... or her mind?"
"You are."
She sighed and relaxed back onto the bed, lounging on one elbow.
"Mulder will kill me when I tell him about this."
"Why?"
"For having all this fun without him."
"Fun?" Fionn smiled. "Would you really want him to share in
our... fun?"
Dana felt herself blush and chuffed irritably. "Will you be
serious? I meant that he would be fascinated by your story. He still
will be."
"He won't believe you."
"Oh yes he will! You don't know Mulder, he probably knows all
about the Sidhe. I bet when I tell him, he'll pull out an X-File on you!"
Fionn's eyes narrowed. "What is... an X-File?"
"That's what I do... we hunt down extraordinary criminals, and
we've had some pretty bizarre ones. That's where I ran into Brother
Andrew... the one you said might be Sidhe."
"He was a criminal?" Fionn was frowning, his expression almost
incredulous, as if he thought such a thing impossible.
She shook her head. "Not him, but a friend of his, who was using
his pheromones to kill. They were part of a group called The Kindred, we
thought they were an isolationist religious sect, but they turned out to
be a lot more than that."
"There is a *group* of these people? How many?" Fionn demanded,
his expression intense and focused. For some reason this was important to
him.
"Oh, twenty or thirty I think, I don't know that I saw them all."
He leaned forward. "Where? Where are they?"
"I... don't know. They disappeared from their farm in
Massachusetts when we traced the killer's origin to them, and haven't been
seen or heard from since."
"Damn!" Fionn closed his eyes and slammed a fist into the cushions,
startling her into backing away. Immediately he opened his eyes and put
out his hand toward her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. I
hoped..." He broke off for a moment, shaking his head. "I had hoped that
I could find this other group, and that they would be enough different
from us to be a partial solution to our problem. As it is, each
successive generation becomes less Sidhe and more Human." His voice and
expression were bleak. Dana knew he was talking about the end of his
people, and felt tears rise.
"Fionn..." she began, wanting to offer comfort, but couldn't think
of a way to convey her feelings. What did you say to a member of a
species facing extinction? Nothing. There was nothing to say. Fionn
shook his head, and reached out to touch her face lightly, then his hand
dropped and he looked away.
"I thought of asking you, you know."
"Asking me what?"
"To mate with me, not just be my lover. But I thought you would
say no, so I didn't ask."
Dana stared at him, stunned. "Whaaat?"
He still didn't look at her, but rather stared off into the fire.
"I knew you would feel that way. That's why I didn't ask."
"Wait, what are you saying? I'm not sure I'm clear... do you mean
that you wanted to use one of *my* ova?"
He nodded, Dana studied him, completely floored. It was the first
time anyone had ever wanted to... procreate with her. Not just have sex,
but actually create a child. It was the strangest feeling! Flattering,
frightening, and a bit exhilarating, all rolled into one. It reminded her
just a bit of the way she'd felt just before the first time she'd ever had
sex, and her first day at Quantico... the same kind of fearful
anticipation. She smiled finally, knowing she was blushing too.
"I'm flattered, Fionn. No one's ever asked me that before."
He faced her finally, surprised. "I find that hard to believe."
She shrugged. "It's true."
"Then your men are fools," he said bluntly.
She grinned. "My `men,' as you put it, know better. So did you,
obviously. I must admit, your offer is more intriguing than the standard
variety would be, since you'd be the one doing all the work."
He grinned back. "That is one advantage to our way."
"It certainly is. I know a lot of people who would probably love
it if it were an option for humans as well as Sidhe."
"I would teach it if I could, but I can't."
"Too bad," she sighed and watched him for a moment, suddenly
realizing that he was gazing at her warily, almost hopefully. She didn't
want to mislead him. "Really, I am flattered, but you were right. I grew
up in a pretty close family, and I... can't see doing that, knowing I had
a child somewhere but not being part of its life."
His gaze fell and his disappointment was obvious, but he nodded.
"It is your choice. Once I might not have asked, but I'm no longer that
person. If you ever change your mind..."
"You'll be the first to know. Fionn..."
He looked up at the question in her voice. "Yes?"
"Thank you for trusting me to help Eithne. It was... an incredible
experience. For the most part my medical practice has been limited to the
dead, so to help a child be born... I can't describe the feeling. I was
honored."
"I know the feeling, and thank you for helping. Without you I
might have lost both Lon-Dubh and Eithne. It would be hard to lose my
grandchild, but harder still my daughter."
Dana stiffened. "Your dau... I thought she was your sister!"
"A fiction we use among humans since to you we seem too close in
age to be parent and child, but Eithne is my youngest."
Dana digested that, trying to reconcile her image of him with that
fact. It was hard. "How... how many children do you have, all told?"
He smiled "Do you truly want to know?"
Dana thought about his apparent lifespan, and the number of
children that could be born over that much time. She shivered. "Yes."
"Eight, still with me. Ten, if you count Madarua who died, and
Faoilean who was Taken."
She thought of how sad it must be to lose a child and felt tears in
her eyes. "I'm sorry." she whispered.
"Please, don't be. I remember them with no sorrow now. It has
been a long, long time, and they were gone before their Naming."
Dana felt confused. "I thought you called them..."
"Those were child-names, like Lon-Dubh. When a Sidhe child is born
we name it after an animal they resemble. At first Change, when they
choose a principal gender, they also choose an adult name."
"What does... Londu mean?"
He smiled at her mispronunciation. "Blackbird."
She smiled. "Appropriate."
"Aye."
"And the other two?"
"Faoilean means Seagull, and Madrua is Fox."
"Fox? That's funny!"
"Why?"
"My partner's first name is Fox. He hates it though."
"It's an odd name for a human child. Why was he named that?"
She shook her head, with a wry laugh. "God only knows... he
doesn't talk about it at all. I tried to call him that once, I thought he
was going to crawl under the seat."
Fionn chuckled. "Humans don't deal well with things out of the
ordinary... most of them anyway. Strange that you should have a friend
named the same as my child."
"Synchronicity perhaps... stranger things have happened. Like me,
being here with you..." Dana leaned over and kissed him softly, taking
his face between her palms. A moment later she was sliding her fingers
through the thick silk of his hair and licking at the sensually modeled
curve of his mouth. He made a throaty murmur of pleasure that sent
shivers through her, and his arms encircled her. When she finally drew
back they were both breathing hard.
"Dana..." Fionn said hoarsely. "I thought you were tired."
"So did I," she said, catching her lower lip in her teeth for a
second. "I guess I was wrong. Am I too demanding for an old man like
you?" she teased.
"Old man?" he roared indignantly.
The next thing she knew she was on her back beneath him, his hips
wedged firmly between her thighs, the rigid length of him full and hard
against her waiting softness. She arched upward, eyes closing so she
could concentrate on the way he slid and stroked where she was most
sensitive. She let her fingers move over the firm planes of his chest, up
to his shoulders, and into his hair again. There was something incredibly
provocative about the way it felt in her fingers. He was a lot of firsts
for her, even had he been human. Her first long-haired man with an
earring... she smiled to herself; he would look bad on her security
clearance. He was also the first lover she'd ever taken so impulsively,
she wasn't given to acting impetuously. His mouth dropped to her breast
and suckled gently, making her arch and cry out, wanting him so bad it
almost hurt. Another first... he was the first man to pleasure her like
this, to know her almost as well as she knew herself. Telepathy was
definitely an asset in a lover.
She felt empty, and wanted filling. He filled her. A long, slow,
patient entry that gave her time to adjust, and time to want more. She
pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him hotly, open-mouthed, sensual.
When he was finally fully inside her she thought of how he'd felt when he
was beneath her. He smiled and shifted onto his side, then onto his back,
yielding wordlessly to her desire. She braced her hands on his shoulders
and circled her hips, drowning in the feel of him, the scent of him, the
perfect mesh of their bodies. With a hushed moan she felt pleasure roll
over her, softly this time, and she dissolved, sensation tumbling over and
over like grains of sand in the surf. She sank down against him, closing
her eyes.
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The rumble of her stomach wouldn't let her lie in bed any longer.
Dana rolled over and sat up, wincing a little. She felt like she'd been
`rode hard and put away wet' as the saying went. She smiled then,
remembering *why* she felt like that. What a night! She stretched
languidly and pulled on her sweats. Maire was going to give her hell for
disappearing again. Or maybe not... after all, she knew what was going
on. She was the one who had told her where to find Fionn. She smiled,
her uncharacteristically impulsive fling had definitely been worthwhile.
She hadn't felt so relaxed in months.
She wandered into the kitchen and found it empty, the dogs nowhere
in sight. Maire must be out walking them. She put on the kettle to boil
and looked in the larder to see what else there might be to eat. She was
hungry... *really* hungry, as if she hadn't eaten in days!
She was just pulling out the leftover soda bread when the door
opened, admitting Angus and Brenna who bounded over to see what she was
doing. Maire was a moment behind them, and she stopped, her walking stick
dropping to the floor when she saw Dana. Her expression went from shock
to relief in a matter of seconds, and she hurried forward to wrap her arms
around her in a fierce embrace.
"Ah child! You scared the life out of me! I'll not ask where
you've been, but next time you might give me some warning!"
Dana returned the hug, then stepped back, a bit surprised. "You
told me to go to the circle... you knew what I'd find."
"Aye, but I didn't expect you to be gone for four days!
"Four..." Dana gaped for a moment, then she remembered Maire
telling her about how time flows differently in the Sidhe dimension... or
whatever it was. She laughed, shaking her head. "Four days? God, no
wonder I'm starving! The man really ought to feed a girl if he's gonna
keep her in bed for four days!"
Maire laughed, and shook her head. "He couldn't. Once you taste
Faery food you're obligated to stay with them in their world."
"I thought that was Persephone," Dana said, confused.
"The stories are rather similar."
"Well, couldn't he have just gotten take-out or something?"
Maire opened her mouth to speak, then shut it again and grinned.
"Do I take it that you're enjoying your vacation, then?"
"You do. But I don't have much of it left, do I? If I was gone
four days then I only have three left."
Maire looked away uncomfortably. "I'm afraid you may not even have
that," she picked up a piece of paper from the table and held it out.
"You got a call while you were gone... someone named McGrath. He said he
needs you to come back."
Dana groaned, shaking her head in dismay. "It figures! The
bastard can't even let me enjoy my vacation in peace! When did he call?"
"The day after you... left."
"Damn! What did you tell him?"
Maire grinned. "I told him you were on a walking tour and that
since I had no way to reach you, his message would have to wait until you
contacted me. Let me tell you, he wasn't very happy."
"I'll bet he was livid!" Dana said, chuckling. Well, I guess I'd
better call him. If you send me the bill when it comes, I'll have the
office reimburse you for the trans-Atlantic call."
Maire shook her head. "There's no need, I'm comfortable."
"No, really, I want to do it. Besides, it'll annoy McGrath."
"In that case, I'll send you the bill," Maire said with a wicked
smile. Dana winked as she picked up the phone and started dialing.
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An hour later Dana was on her back to the airport to catch the next
flight back to the States. She was a little depressed, for several
reasons. First by the fact that she hadn't gotten her full nine days,
second because she had barely started getting to know Maire, and third she
had been forced to leave without saying any kind of goodbye to Fionn. Not
that it really mattered, it wasn't like they were anything more than
casual lovers, but she didn't feel right about just *leaving* without a
word. Thinking of going home made her feel oddly nervous. She was torn
between wanting to tell Mulder all about the odd experiences she had had,
and wishing she could forget all about them. Her indecision was partly
due to the fact that having a romantic fling with a stranger was out of
character for her... or rather, for the character she had carefully
created over the past few years at the Bureau. She also simply couldn't
see herself talking to Mulder about it at all, yet it was an integral part
of what happened. The worst part was that after this... well, she simply
couldn't deny that some things were far stranger than she had thought
possible. She had worked hard to maintain a certain detachment from their
cases, and this tried it sorely.
It started to rain, and fog swirled across the road, causing her to
drive even more slowly than she would have to watch out for the occasional
sheep or cow. She passed a hitchhiker, and almost stopped, but despite
her experience with Fionn, she was too aware of possible dangers to go
picking up strange men on the road no matter how wet and miserable they
might be. Oddly, a few miles further on she passed the same hitchhiker,
or at least one dressed the same. No one had passed her on the road, so
how had he gotten ahead of her? It was strange, but maybe there was a
road that paralleled the main one, and he had gotten a ride there. When
she spotted a third hitchhiker she suddenly started to smile. Even half a
mile away there was no mistaking that outfit; an indecently short linen
tunic and checkered cloak. In the daylight she could tell it was a purple,
blue and saffron plaid. Revolting, really. He had great taste in Human
fashions but.... She slowed to a stop next to him and rolled down the
window.
"Need a lift?" she asked, grining.
He shook his head, leaning down to peer inside the car, carefully
not touching it. "Nah, just out for a walk."
"In the pouring rain?"
"Is it raining?" he asked.
She looked closer... he was bone dry, as was her windshield, and
the road ahead. Behind her the back window and the road behind glistened
wetly in the mirror.
"Handy talent, that."
He nodded, grinning. "Invaluable. You're leaving, I didn't want
you to go without saying good bye."
"I didn't either, but I didn't think I had a choice."
"I made one for you. Will you come out of there so I can touch
you? The metal..."
"Of course!" She opened the door and stepped out. Before she
could think she was in his arms, held against the hard warmth of his body.
She felt tears rise and blinked them back, feeling stupid. It wasn't as
though they were in love...
"Isn't it?"
She drew back and glared at him. "Damn it, don't you dare read my
mind!"
"How can I help it when you're all but shouting at me?" Fionn
demanded, seeming a little annoyed himself.
"I was not!"
"How do you know what you sound like to me?"
She opened her mouth and realized she had no answer. "I... don't.
I'm sorry."
He nodded, slightly mollified, then took her hands in his. "Dana,
as much as one of my kind can love, I do."
"Oh, Fionn... don't, I can't..."
"I know you can't, it doesn't matter. I care about you and that is
all that matters to me. I had Brede make this for you..." He held out a
small object dangling from a fine gold chain. Before she could protest he
had looped it around her neck, and it dangled between her breasts. She
lifted it and looked at it, puzzled. It was a small cylinder about an
inch and a half long, with a cut-out at one end and three tiny holes in
it. Despite being hollow, it was heavy, she guessed it was gold, like the
chain and his hair-clasp and the coin left by her bed. "It looks like a
whistle..."
He grinned. "Good guess."
"What's it for?"
"To summon me."
"Why?"
"If you need me, for whatever reason... be it danger, or desire. I
will come to you."
"From half a world away?" she asked, jokingly.
"From a world and a half away," he said solemnly, his green eyes
shadowy and dark. "However far, no matter what, I will come. It is not a
promise I give lightly,"
She shook her head slowly. "No, I can see that."
He touched the whistle with a fingertip, and smiled. "Once it
would have been a hunting horn, but I thought perhaps you would find this
easier to explain."
She laughed softly. "Decidedly. How does it work."
He grinned. "You just put your lips together, and blow."
She stared at him blankly, and he shook his head and sighed. "Ah,
before your time, I see. I watch too much television, and you don't watch
enough. To summon me, just blow it. A single call will tell me you
desire me, two that you need my aid."
"I don't see how you could possibly hear..."
"I am bound into it. Brede forged it with my blood. I cannot help
but hear it, no matter where I am."
Dana looked at it and shuddered. "In your blood?"
He nodded and held out his arm. A fading scar ran down the inside
of his forearm, it looked weeks old. "We heal quickly." he said at her
questioning look. She had no reason to doubt him, the scar hadn't been
there the last time she'd seen him.
She touched the scar lightly, then leaned down to press her lips
against it. "I don't take your gift lightly, Fionn, Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now I have another gift... one you may not like
as well..."
"What?" Almost before the word was out of her mouth he reached out
and touched her on the forehead. Her eyes fluttered closed and she
sagged, he caught her and eased her slowly to the ground, which was no
longer a road, but a meadow. There was no trace of her car. He looked
down at her, his mouth drawn down in quiet unhappiness.
"I'm sorry," he said aloud, as if she could hear him, needing to
explain somehow. "I know you wouldn't want me to do this, but Taliesin
tells me you should not tell your friend of us, and he's been right too
many times for me to take the chance. He thought I should erase your
memory altogether, but I don't want you to forget me, so I will only
change it a little, make it more... ordinary," he smiled, and shook his
head. "I wish the same could be done for me."
He stopped talking and slipped into her dreaming mind, changing a
memory here and there, weaving the whole into a slightly different
reality. Finally satisfied he sighed and sat back. Looking at the
whistle he smiled, and made one last adjustment, then the landscape
altered and they were back on the road behind her car. Using his cloak to
shield his hands he replaced her in the vehicle, closed the door, and
stepped away, fading from sight.
Behind the wheel Dana awoke with a start, looking around with a
puzzled frown. She remembered getting fogged in, and pulling to the side
of the road. Now it was sunny... she must have fallen asleep waiting for
the fog to lift. Not surprising, considering how late she had stayed at
Fionn's house last night. A secretive little smile curved her mouth as
she thought of him. He was a bit eccentric, but who cared? He'd been
exactly what she needed. She started the car and as she reached for the
gear-shift a movement against her breast caught her attention. She looked
down at the antique whistle he'd given her, remembering the legend he'd
told her about it... how blowing it once would bring a long-lost love to
her, and twice would bring help in a time of need. It was a lovely story.
A fairy tale. Ireland was full of that sort of thing.
She sighed. What a week! Between meeting Maire, an emergency
stint as an obstetrician, and having an all-too-brief affair with Fionn,
she couldn't say she'd had the restful time she had expected. But it had
left her feeling relaxed and slightly exhilarated. It was a nice feeling.
Too bad McGrath had had to go and ruin things just as they were getting
good! She automatically looked in the rear-view mirror to check for
traffic and froze with a gasp... what the... she turned quickly but there
was no one there. She shook her head, that had been odd... for a moment
she thought she had seen Fionn in the mirror, but that had just been
wishful thinking. She looked one last time and pulled onto the road,
speeding just a bit to make up for having lost nearly an hour to a nap.
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Dana met Mulder at the airport barely six hours after arriving back
from Ireland. They had to make a quick stop at the Bureau for a briefing,
then be off to New York where a case had taken a turn for the weird and
McGrath, to his extreme annoyance, had ended up sending for them as the
agents best qualified to handle it. She watched him walk off the plane
and wondered at how relaxed he looked. Apparently haring off to Colorado
had been good for him. Maybe he'd gotten in some recreation time up in
the Rockies. Whatever it was, he looked better than he had in weeks, the
lines of tension less deeply engraved, and to her surprise he grinned when
he saw her.
"Hey, Scully! Long time no see!"
She grinned back, unable to resist the infectiousness of his smile.
As he drew even with her she fell into step beside him, taking two paces
to one of his. Damn all long-legged men anyway... except one.
"So, how was your trip to Colorado?"
Mulder's gaze slid away from hers as he replied nonchalantly.
"Fine. I learned some interesting things, but nothing really helpful."
Scully wondered at his uncomfortable manner, and at the slight
flush across his nose and cheekbones. He'd probably gotten in some sort
of scrape he didn't want to talk about. She was about to prod him for
more information when he pre-empted her.
"How was Ireland? Did you have a good time"
She felt a blush crawl its way up her throat and into her face, and
cursed her fair skin, not for the first time. "Fine," she managed
shakily, "...it was... fine, thanks."
He eyed her as if he didn't quite believe her, but he didn't say
anything. She decided discretion was the better part of valor and didn't
ask him any more about Colorado.
The End
The lyrics used in part 2 are from "Fear" by Sarah McLaughlan
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