Title: Irony
Author: RocketMan
lebontrager@harding.edu

Date: Fri, 15 May 1998 16:43:57 +0000
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to CC, 1013, and Fox. No fringe
intended. A quote spoken by Mulder in this is from "Sound and Sense" a
helpful (not) book for the AP English test on writing....


Irony


Fox Mulder battered his way through the door, slipping his hands inside
the frame to keep their suspect from slamming it shut.


The man gave up immediately and sneered at them, all while taking four
or five appreciative glances at Scully.


Mulder attempted to ignore him.


Scully cuffed him, roughly because she was high on adrenaline and anger
and being his victim, but he seemed to get off on it and she snarled and
shoved him at the agents coming in behind them.


She glanced around: it was over.
~~~~
As her freshly showered body slid between her clean sheets, Scully
remembered.


The man's breath as he leered over her: the eyes as they glittered: the
fear as she knew this was the day she would die.


Shivering, Scully sat up again and reminded herself of Mulder: coming
into the room: shooting as the man reached for her: running after him as
he took off: coming back to her finally.


Coming back to her.


She wrapped herself in the blanket of his coming and closed her eyes
with the lids of his warmth. It was welcome and familiar and she rocked
herself to sleep with it.
~~~~
Mulder had his eyes open when the feeling came to him.


It was small at first but he knew it would grow; it would light up the
inside of his brain with the fireworks of fear and the flashes of her
face. 


It was not his fear, but he felt it the same.


It was hers and he knew she needed him, he knew she was drawing about
her a cloak of him to ward off the dark, but he would never be allowed
to actually put his arms around her.


He wished she would let go of her strength and crumble before him, but
she was strong and he was needy and that did not work well together.
~~~~
Dana felt the room shift and she was in the smell of him again and in
the sight of him and she could feel her fear like a tangible thing.


She gasped out of a nightmare and knew that this day, this day, she was
going.


She stood to her feet, no hesitancy, no thoughts, simply the easy relief
of knowing that a time has come to break certain things down.
~~~~
He opened the door feeling the calmness of what was behind it radiating
outward and making circles of reassurance around him.


She was behind the door.


The breath came from him in a startled gasp and nothing was simply one
color anymore.


She was bright blue/purple with swirls of sparks and he could see the
fire of his body dancing along to meet her skin.


Her being there was an incomprehensible mystery.


She did not reach out; she did not look to him; she survived.


But even as he thought this his hands were guiding her into the
apartment and into his arms and she was sighing across his chest like a
kitten finding a protector in a little boy.


The door slammed with the force of his arm swinging across it, and he
sat her down in his couch, tucking her into him with the warmth of his
love.


She closed her eyes and slept against him.
~~~~
The room was dark and she was curled tightly on the couch, a small spot
left from where he had risen and moved to the computer.


It hummed in the sterile silence of neighborhood night, but she didn't
even stir. His hands clicked on the keyboard but she stayed peaceful and
unwaveringly asleep.


His journal wa before him: things were changing and he wanted to write
it down, figure it out on paper so he would knkow what to do with it.


He had just read an entry from about a few months earlier where he had
complained that things were stagnant between them, unmoving and growing
sickly.


Now. . . now . . . he didn't know now. Something. They were something.


He read over his last typed sentences:


"Irony is natural to human beings who are aware of the ambiguities and
complexities of life, someone once said. It is a function of the
realization that life does not always measure up to promise, that
friends and loved ones are sometimes angry and bitter towards each
other, that the universe contains incomprehensible mysteries, that doubt
exists even in the certainty of knowledge and faith, and that human
character is built through chagrin, regret, and pain as much as through
emulation and praise."


The words were true and he had seen a lot of their truth in his life.


One mainly:
That doubt exists even in the certainty of knowledge and faith.


It helped him understand her.


It helped him to appreciate the irony in their coming together like
this.


She made a little noise and he saved the document and moved to sleep
beside her.


His little spy.


His own sweet irony.
~~~~
end
adios
RM