From: FoxLvDana Date: 30 Aug 1998 08:38:20 GMT Subject: NEW "Can't you see?" 1/1 Title: "Can't you see?" By: Jennifer Brady Classify: MSR Rated: PG ( I know, boring) Disclaimer: These characters have "Property of Fox" tatooed onto their butts. I don't own them. Summary: When watching from the outside isn't enough.... Notes: Before you flame me for this, relax, take a deep breath and just go with it. I always wondered about this algle...guess we're all about to find out now! What am I talking about? You'll see.... X "Can't you see?" By: Jennifer Brady I watch. I wonder. How is it that she exists in this world to torture me so? She walks, never alone. He is there. The man, the one that I strive to be. The one that I am not. The man that walks with her, keeps a safe distance. Smart man. He knows not to stand to close to the fire, if you'll excuse my tired cliche. She moves, walking as if on air. Wandering around her apartment, relaxing from the day. Retreating away from him. Maybe there is a chance for me, afterall. Snorting in self disgust, I realize that this is not true. She will never be entirely mine. She belongs to him. The way he belongs to her. The thought sickens me, and still I stare. I see her staring out the window. Does she see me? God, I hope not. I'm, no *she* is not ready for that. What does she see in him? Tall, dark, with a big nose? OK, well whatever turns you on. I am so much better for her. Tall, check.....dark, check.... big nose? Well, you know what they say about men with big noses. Seriously. I need to confess. I have been watching her for sometime now. Waiting, wanting. Hidden in the shadows she has yet to uncover. What would she do if she found out? Would she turn away and run to him? Would she hide away behind the walls I have seen her buliding? You might be wondering how I know these things. Trust me, I just do. I am nothing, if not observant. I have her down to a science. I watch her when she's not looking, when she is looking. She doesn't see me. She never does. Never will. What I'm wondering is, will she ever want to see? Will she one day, turn around and look into my eyes? How can I be sure that is what I want? Too many questions, not enough brainpower. Ansently, I find myself wondering who she's thinking about, sitting there in the dark. Is she thinking of him? Of Mulder? Sighing, I realize that she probably is. Who can blame her. Mulder is the safe one in her life. Her rock, if you will. I am simply a hinderance. Someone who wasn't chosen to come along for the ride. Not that it isn't my fault. It's all my fault. I have had the chance many times, yet lacked the courage to even try. However, sitting here in my cold car, I am wondering how the view is from the inside. Inside her arms, inside her heart. I want to know, I want to feel it. To become it. I want what Mulder has. What he tosses to the side without a fleeting glance. I wish she could see what she does to me. How she reduces me to a quivering mess with just a smile. Not that I've seen many, mind you, but enough to know I want to see her smile every day. I whatch as the light goes on. I see her shadow bounce off the walls. She is alone, that much I know. Yet, with me out here....she's really not that alone. Right? Well, It's getting late. Soon she will be asleep, and I will be alone once more. I need to act quickly if I'm going to do this. Reaching over to the seat beside me, I yank out the one thing I had been looking for. Glancing up at the window, I see her approaching the phone. Wonder who that could be. Not that I'm jealous. I'm *Extremely* jealous. I recover quickly. She smiles. This is good. Her face brightens up the dark, cold, car as it speaks gently through the reciever. Into my ear. You see, Mulder has her all the time. Now it's my turn. Now it's time for Dana Scully to meet Fox Mulder. Closing the phone, I open the car door and retrieve the flowers I placed on the seat. She seemed happy to hear my voice. Maybe it was the "Dana" that did her in. Maybe it was the fact that *Mulder* stayed home, and *Fox* came out to play. Maybe I'll never know. But at least, as I'm standing here staring into her blue eyes, I know that she's looking at Fox right now, and she isn't turning away. I watch. I wonder. Does Mulder know how lucky he is to have Scully? Beacuse, Fox sure the hell appreciates Dana. END Okay, did this make ANY sense? I wrote it just now, and it's 1:37 am... give me a break will ya!