Title: "Into You"
Author: Gillian Taylor
E-Mail Address: USSTrustNo1@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Category: S
Spoilers: Millenium, Triangle, Ascension, Duane Barry
Keywords: Mulder/Scully UST
Summary: Falling can take place in so many ways.
Feedback: Please!
Archive: Anywhere as long as you let me know where!

Disclaimer: My name is Chris Carter and I own the X Files. Obviously that's a lie, so lets just put it this way. I'm a poor college student--the most that you'd be able to get out of me is a couple of cents...I'm just doing this for my own semi-perverted enjoyment!

Author's Notes: Special thanks go to my betas- Crysta and Mrs. H and to my friends and crew on the USS TrustNo1. The Lone Gunpersons rule! Also, just FYI, the POV switches from Scully to Mulder to Scully.

"Into You"
by Gillian Taylor

Spinning, churning, rolling, raging--these were the descriptors of the emotions that were inspired by an event that will be forever ingrained in my mind. Like the skidding of a car on too-slick roads, I was spinning out of control into the world that was you and I could not--or would not--pull out.

It was a single event, almost simplistic in its nature. There was no sudden thunderous voice from the heavens declaring, "Thou shalt love this man." There was no fervent declaration of everlasting love between us. Instead, it was a single moment between two people that were more than partners yet less than lovers.

We kissed.

And with all the suddenness of a thunderclap, I was spinning out of control.

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Mulder:

I'm falling faster than I ever have before, and sometimes I think that you can tell. I found myself following the tug of my heart for a split instant and dared to cross that imaginary line drawn for us by our profession. And with that single kiss, I knew without a doubt that I wanted more. 

Besides that kiss, it was a normal New Years Eve, even with all the hype surrounding Y2K. Tradition, as traditional as we have become since that event that changed our relationship during our second year together, dictated that we spend a good portion of New Years Eve together. I don't know if it was an expression of two lonely people finding comfort in the familiar, in the known, or if it was the first tentative steps towards the moment of the supposed "New Millennium." 

True, there had never before been a 'Happy New Year kiss;' instead we would toast each other with fluted glasses and to another year together. I don't know if it was nothing more than a natural progression of friends to lovers, or if it was something that just happened, like the thunder that sometimes rumbles in the distance. 

I can no more describe the feelings in my heart then than I could describe what you do to me. It would take the longest oration, the longest novel, and the rest of time to even describe the most fleeting of emotions that passed through me. It's as if the sum of my being was compressed in the space of a single heartbeat to be released in the purest expression of love, yes love, that I have ever known. 

I am falling so hard, so fast...and all I wish that I knew was if, perhaps, you were falling too. 

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Scully: 

The only thing that I know without a doubt is that split second of incredulity that you kissed me sent me on a downward spiral into you. Perhaps it was because, for the thousandth time, we were reminded of our mortality once again. You still bare the mark of that mortality, as do I. 

I, however, prefer to believe that that kiss was not the expression of the fear of our own mortality, but something far more precious--Love. I realized a long time ago that I was on a downward spiral into falling for you and that kiss sealed the pact that I made with my heart. Part of me wishes that there in that hallway, in that hospital, we had shed the personas of 'Mulder and Scully' and given in to the emotions flooding our senses. I wish that there were declarations of love between us, but we have never truly worked that way. I can no more see you declaring your love for me, completely sober, than I could see me doing that. 

I know that there was one time when you were in the hospital that you told me that you loved me. That instant too brought me further down, but I refused to see beyond the drugs to the sincerity that I knew was in your eyes. Instead, I protected myself as only I knew how by shielding my emotions behind a single phrase, " Mulder, you're delusional." The only one that was delusional that day was me. 

Now I find myself wondering, hoping, and wishing for another instant in time when my sliding out of control into you will end. I find myself longing even more for your touch, the feather-lightness of your kiss, and the smoldering gaze that you directed into my eyes on New Years Eve. But I must warn you; there is only one possible outcome for this desire. I will fall into you, and perhaps, you will fall into me too.

~*FIN*~

Feed me! I won't bite...

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