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Title: It's a Miracle

Author: Pattie

Rated: G

Spoilers: Milagro

Summary: Scully panics after Padgett says she is already in love,
right to Mulder.

Category: Missing Scene, Post-Ep., Scully POV.

Archive: Gossamer, any other nice home. Please ask
first.

Feedback: Warmly received, whether praise or suggestions to
patfiler2016@outlook.com

Disclaimers: CC, 1013 Productions and Fox Studios own the rights.
I make no money and intend no copyright infringement from writing
fanfiction.


DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
HOURS AFTER PHILLIP PADGETT'S RELEASE



Dear Journal,

I don't ever want a soul to see this, so I turn to my most
private Journal. The field Journal would not be the most
appropriate place to deposit these thoughts of mine.

Lately, Mulder and I have been so over-whelmed with work that
I haven't had occasion to jot down my private little dilemmas,
but this case has hit home.

Until now, I thought only God could read my heart. This man,
Phillip Padgett, as suspect in several unimaginable murders,
(talk about tearing the heart out of star-crossed lovers!),
has seen what I have tried so to keep to myself for so long.

Why am I so embarrassed that he could hurt me with these few
words: Agent Scully is already in love? Well, the man I am already
in love with was standing right there with me as it was said. And
I felt so naked, so embarrassed.

Of all times for the man to hear that I am in love. I doubt
whether Mulder knows Padgett was referring to him, and I fear
the questions that are likely going through Mulder's mind right
now. We are so honest with each other, know each other's reactions
before they occur and know each other's pain when we have trouble
dealing with all that we've seen and endured at work in the X-Files.

To have him know now, without the courage to tell him myself, would
be letting him see that I am afraid, vulnerable, not a strong person.
He could see me as not brave enough to reveal something he may or may
not want to hear.

I have my life. He has his. I meet his sexual innuendos with
selective deafness. He has his videos, his monsters to chase, and his
innermost demons to confront.

Yet, it is a miracle that through all this pain, danger, suffering and
derision we have suffered at the Bureau, I have found someone who
warms me to the very centre of my being, not just to the easily aroused
parts.

Yes, I want him to know. But not at this time. I AM SCARED. I need to
be the one who scrapes up the courage to utter any words, show any
signs of my true feelings.

There's the phone. Probably him with a lead.

"Scully."

"When you move in right up close to me..."

That's that song, "Shakin' All Over".

"Who... who is this?"

"Oh, it's me, Scully. There's been a new development. Better get
down here."

He knows. Does he know that my face is candy apple red right
now? That I am sweating? That my heart is beating a mile a minute?"

"Scully?"

"I'll be right there. Just writing a note in my Journal. See you in
ten minutes."

Now why do I feel so shaky and relieved at the same time?

Until next time, Journal. Have to go save someone else from having
their heart torn out.



Dana


END