"Found" - Millennium fic, MSRTitle:  “Found”
Author:  Kailee White
Keywords:  V, MSR, Post-Ep
Spoilers:  Major Millenium spoilers.  If you haven’t seen it, definitely
don’t read this.
Rating:  Only a PG, but that doesn’t mean it’s not “Plenty Good”!
Summary:  We visit inside the head of Scully during the last scene of
Millenium, and are exposed to what she feels, and thinks about the events
that transpire.

Disclaimer:  Ok, ok.  I know that Mulder and Scully aren’t mine.  They
belong to the master Chris Carter and 1013 and 21st Century Fox.  I’ve just
“borrowed” them for a few minutes.  Don’t sue me, you won’t get anything
from this poor college student!

Author’s notes:  Hey everyone!  Ok, who loved this episode?  I’m raising my
hand right now, only you can’t see it.  I have to thank my sis, Kyrie, for
her input and encouragement on this one.  And of course how could I forget
the wonderful ladies at Gertie’s MB??  I hope you all like it!  Send all
comments and feedback to
emily_jane99@hotmail.com.

Found (1/1)


    There are a multitude of people on this planet, none alike, and yet they
all envision similar dreams, like living in a tremendous house, having
millions of dollars, living the American dream.  Most fantasize of finding
the perfect person for them, the one individual out of the billions and
billions alive that they are meant to be with.  The average woman wants to
discover her soul mate, the one who’s heart, mind and soul is intertwined
with her own.  We all want the heavens to open up and grant us what we want
so badly, but that too is just a fantasy.  All of our dreams, our wishes,
are just exactly that; dreams.  We as a society dream in order to make the
everyday life a little easier.

    I don’t dream that much.  Well, I do dream;  I dream of my life in ten
years, when I’ve settled down, married my “match”;  we have 2 beautiful
children, and are uncharacteristically  happy.  But who doesn’t dream that?
I’ve always wanted that for myself, but in the past seven years, it has
become apparent that my dream won’t be coming true anytime soon, as shown
through my social life, or lack thereof.  There are still many questions
that I haven’t answered, for myself, for Mulder, for the both of us.  But,
in the deepest regions of my mind, I still fantasize about that life, the
one that I imagine myself living.

    Tonight, today, at midnight, something unexpected, but definitely not
unwanted, happened.  Another one of my little dreams, the kind you don’t
like to admit to, came true.  Now, contrary to my partner’s “fantasies,”
mine involve more of the simplest of pleasures in life.  And for a small,
minuscule moment, I experienced the most natural, yet intimate one of them
all.  Mulder kissed me.  I kissed Mulder.  We kissed each other at the
stroke of midnight, shortly after the luminescent ball dropped in Times
Square.  No matter how I put it to myself, the truth still remains.  Mulder
and I shared something that we both have thought about for some time.  That
fact I am sure of.  The act of kissing is not something meaningless.  There
are a bundle of strings attached.  Kissing holds feelings and sentiments,
things that Mulder and I have recently become more comfortable sharing.

    And as I was watching the glowing ball descend, I was aware that Mulder’
s vision had shifted, away from the traditional Dick Clark, and onto me.
His eyes had a glimmer in them, something that I haven’t seen there for a
long time.  I didn’t even take time to consider what I was doing, what we
were doing, and jumped in; into my emotions, into what I felt and knew with
every ounce of intelligence in my body to be
right.  I didn’t close my eyes, at first, for fear of waking up, in a haze
and feeling the harsh revelation that I wasn’t kissing him, that he wasn’t
with me in that precise instant.  But, he was there, I was there, it was the
Millennium, year 2000.  I gave in.

    In that moment, that kiss, we both yielded to all of the things we’ve
wanted to say and do for who knows how long.  My mind exploded with a
sensory overload, all of my thoughts, hopes, dreams, wishes, wants, needs
accumulating in one instant. That one, long, perfect instant.

    And as I break this kiss, not so much from needing to pull away, but for
needing a second to breathe, to make sure this was really happening, I see
him, smiling.  I know now that what I am experiencing is not just one-sided,
but mutual.  Wow.  I can’t help but grin as we pull away, slowly.  I think
to myself, “That wasn’t so bad, was it? What were we afraid of?”  That kiss
seemed so natural, as if we had done it before, practiced it within our
hearts and our heads.  It was so soft, and gentle, and warm.  Somehow,
someway, I get the feeling that he is thinking that same thing too.

    “The world didn’t end,” he finally says, and I acquiesce.  It is evident
that he means many different things.  The world didn’t end, no blackouts, no
paranoia, no Millennium group mass killings, yet.  That is true.  But with
our history of underlying meanings and quaint little verbal sparrings, I
find myself looking at the hidden meaning in that statement. We kissed,
really, finally kissed, and the world didn’t end.  It was as if we always
assumed something would happen, something would cause us to waiver from what
we were feeling, which is a valid thought, considering our past.   But, when
we got close again, close enough to connect in new ways, nothing happened.
No bees, no cell phones, nothing.

    “No it didn’t,” I say, fully realizing the implications with what I am
saying.  I look down, at my shoes, because the awkwardness had set in.  I
don’t know what I should say, but I do know what I feel.  I am overcome by
the way my heart is beating in my chest, by the way my face is slightly
flushed, by the memory of his melodious lips upon mine, and by the way he is
looking at me, smiling.

    “Happy New Year, Scully.”  Mulder says something to break the silence
slightly, testing the waters.  I think he is confused; he doesn’t know if I
am happy, or if I am angry, or embarrassed.  Well, how could he?  I look
down at the first sign of uncomfortablity.  But, it wasn’t because I was
embarrassed, but because I was unsure;  unsure of myself, and of Mulder.
But there is one thing that I am sure of, and that is what we just did.  We
just lept off of the cliff where we’ve been standing for quite some time.
Where we will land is not known.  But, I do feel... something.

    “Happy New Year, Mulder.”  I look back up at him, again, smiling.  He is
reassured, and it shows.  He gladly beams back at me, placing his arm around
my shoulders, leading me home.  I can’t help but feel that I am his, and his
only.  The weight of his arm around my neck feels...new, different,
incredible.  And as we walk from the hospital, I finally feel found; just
right.

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