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Marty Glenn
Invisi619@aol.com

Category: V? Or a really really short S?

Rating: G

Keyword: MSR.  Scully POV.  Maybe alternate universe…

Spoilers: Triangle, Dreamland II.  If you didn’t watch it, I propose
skipping this little fluff because you wouldn’t understand a word of it.

Summary:  What if, by some strange unknown unexplainable reason, they
remembered everything that had happened during the body switch AFTER
Morris and Mulder got their bodies back?

Disclaimers: CC, forgive me for stealing your characters for my own
fun.  They will be returned to you in time to go to the haunted house.   I’d
like to think that Mulder and Scully belongs to Vince Gilligan too, so I’ll
like to apologize for stealing his characters too.  Sorry.

Brief Author’s Note: I HATE the fact that they don’t remember anything
that’d happened before.  So I’m making my own ending!  So THERE.  
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The flash of lights passed over us and was gone.

I looked at the man standing next to me, his beautiful dark eyes
slightly dilated.  Finally they focused on me, in awe.

"Scully?"

"Mulder."  The word had barely escaped my lips before I was pulled into
his arms, his face nuzzling my neck.  "Oh God, Scully," he whispered.  He
took my face in his hands, a huge grin blossoming from ear to ear.  "I thought
that was it.  That after I gave you the sunflower seeds you'd be gone, and
I'd never see you again."

"I didn’t know how I could have pursued the X-Files alone.  As soon as
we got back to DC I'd planned to shoot Morris.  Or shoot myself," I joked
lightly. But somehow the humor didn't seem to register.

He eyed me sternly.  "Scully, you'd never be as rash as me.  You were
always the strong one."

"Mulder, he LOOKED like you.. .. ..but he wasn't.  Actually, to be in
his body, it may have been a good switch.  After all, he is a man in black,
you could have access to information we would never dream of getting. 
You'd be breaking them from the inside, and the Truth-"

"Scully."  By his smile I must have been rambling again.  "I wouldn't
have lasted in there.  Even if I could've fool everyone... To have his life,
his wife and kids.  I hate his normalcy."

Only the glow of the headlights of our cars traced his features, the
firm cut of his jaw hypnotizing. He studied me, as if memorizing every detail of
my face.

"Scully." He licked his lips, considering his next words carefully. 
"If you had a chance at that, the white picket fence, the husband and 2.5 kids
in a nice suburban area with a dog and cat, everything you said you wanted
that night in the car, would you take it?"

Even from the darkness I could make out his gleaming eyes, his warm
breathing in sync with the pounding of my heart, and all I could say do give a
throaty murmur. "No."

With that his mouth descended upon mine, making it his, making me his. 
I sighed and pulled him closer, his long graceful hands running through
my hair. It must all be a dream, one weird weird dream.  And when I woke up
everything will disappear, and I'd be sleeping in my bed, sorrowful and alone.

But I didn't.  His touch was real, his tongue caressing the full of my
lips, it was all real, and I never wanted it to end.  It was then I
remembered that Morris and his gang were still standing not 10 feet away from us,
obviously getting a free show.

It was so typical of Mulder to tell me he loved me in a hospital when I
thought he was drugged, then initiated our first kiss in a highway mere
miles outside of Area 51, in front of a bunch of Men in Black, who were
watching us like we were a pair of hormonal teenagers.

So at last I pulled away, though I certainly didn't have enough.

Morris, that perverted PIG, was grinning like a Cheshire cat.  "And how
come *I* never got a hello like that?"

I glared at him, making him laugh.

He watched us warily.  At last he sighed and waved us off.  "Oh what the
hell," he mumbled, swinging his car door open.

His partner blinked in surprise.  "What?  You’re just going to let them
go, after everything they’d seen?"

"They saw nothing."  He surveyed us.  "Did you?"

Mulder simply stared back, almost blankly.

"I better not find you back here again."  He said it not as a threat,
but as a hard fact.  His face grew soft.  "Go home."

Mulder and I got to the opposite sides of our rental.

"Oh, Agent Mulder?"

Mulder looked back at the secret agent, who’d donned a pair dark
sunglasses. 
In the middle of the night.

"I’m sure you’ll be very appreciative of the little gift I left at your
apartment.  Make good use of it this evening."  With a wink, Morris hid
inside his car.  Within minutes he and his crew was gone, and in their place
was the winding road, as if they were never there.

"What was he talking about?" Mulder asked me.

Thank goodness the shadowy atmosphere had concealed my flushed face, or
I would’ve certainly given away my intentions.

"I have no idea," I murmured, getting into the car.  It was going to be
an interesting ride home.

The End

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