They're Green
By RocketMan

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Thanks: To Julie Burnham, who gave me great feedback, enough so that I
thought of another story even. See? This is the greatness in store for
you when you comment on my story. And then, you too can write me a long
letter about how crazy I am!!    =-)

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I can't seem to stop noticing his eyes. 

Mulder's rich expressive beautiful eyes.

The kind that stare right through me until I am perfectly dizzy with the
headiness of them.

But no matter how long I stare, how much I drool, I can't figure out
their color.

I guess I could always ask Agent Scully, but she might think I'm mental
or something. 

But I really want to know.

He has got to be the most provacative, desirable man on this planet. And
those eyes are haunting me.

We have this bet going as to which color his eyes are, brown, green, or
hazel.

I say they're green, but hazel is also a good choice.

They just keep changing.

You'd think that at some point they'd be just one color, and maybe when
I'm not around they are, but usually, it's seven thousand different
shades of green, brown, and even blue.

I think the most crazy our little office has gotten was when we started
writing down the day and time when Agent Mulder walked by, and then put
a lengthy desacription of the eye color seen.

I swear, there were thirteen different hues every single time.

There are only twelve in our office.

I'm the youngest, and the least experienced, so maybe that's why they
picked on me.

They made me go down to the basement and ask him what color they were.

Everyone was sick of guessing, and they wanted to know.

I was the poor soul who got to go down there and ask him.

Ask Agent Mulder, hunk of the FBI, Spooky himself, what color his eyes
were like some lovesick high school girl.

I was quaking like a leaf.

He called for me to come in and I about dropped through the floor.

Agent Scully was sitting opposite him, in her Chair, as we've come to
call it, since she doesn't have a desk, her face pensive.

"Uh, excuse me, Agent Mulder?"

Did that mouse squeak come from me?

"Yes?"

<Oh.........how could I be doing this? I'm a timid, shy, introvert. I'm
about to stroke here.>

"I was wondering.......um......"

"Wondering what?"

Now, Agent Scully was regarding me carefully, and the look on her face
said - hurt him and you die.

"I was wondering what color your eyes are" I said it in a rush, trying
to hurry up and get out before I totally made a complete fool of myself.

He watched my cheeks blush and my eyes dart from his face, all in
evidence to my discomfort.

"Well," he said slowly. "They're hazel. But don't go telling people
that. I'd like to keep the air of mystery surrounding me. Tell people
they're green and let them wonder."

I stood there with amazement for a second and then I blushed furiously.

I didn't know what to say. I mumbled thanks and ran out the office.

But back in our little coffee breakroom, I was popular. They all wanted
to know what color his eyes were, and if I hadn't just hid out in the
restroom for ten minutes.

Some even asked if I was afraid of him.

Of course not, he was quite funny.

As if we'd had a conversation or something.

And finally, everyone was gathered to hear the ultimate truth.

I held up my head and announced in a clear voice.

"They're green."

And at the back, in a corner, I saw Dana Scully, with a small smile on
her lips, thanking me.

end
adios
RocketMan