Disclaimer: There are these people and much to my surprise they don't belong to me. The belong to the mighty surfer God A.K.A. Cris Carter and also to his merry men, 1013 and FOX. The rest of this belongs to me because, "I made this." Spoilers: One Breath, Duane Barry, The Pilot. Warning: All you non-shippers turn away NOW. Go on, scat. Skip away dancing your non-shipper dance to your non-shipper song. And ya'll come back when you turn from the dark side to the good side. Feedback: Always accepted and replyed to. Summary: An early morning question. Classification: MSR Original Posting Date: 10/21/97 Authors Notes: This may become a series entitled, "Early Morning Questions." Depending on feedback. One Moment by Jessica Golden XBatGirl@aol.com Their bodies lay as one. His lean supple one holding her small frame tightly. He tenderly brushed her hair out her face. More as a reminder that she was really there than anything else. Everyday he had to remind himself that she was still alive, and still his. Some days it was easier than others. But a voice in the back of his mind always taunted him. So, each day he made a point to tell her that he loved her. He watched her eyes flutter open, her piercing blue eyes shining in the moon light that poured in from the window. "Evening Agent Scully," he whispered softly. "Hey you, I was hoping I'd find you here," she answered. "Where else would I be." "Dana. . ." he continued uncertainly. "Yeah?" He took a deep breath and asked, "When did you know?" "Know what?" "That you loved me." The voice taunted him, `She doesn't love you. No one could ever love a skinny-paranoid-big nosed freak like you.' "Super Stars of the Superbowls. I knew that I loved you then. I loved the fact that for once in my life someone cared enough to help. The fact that you kept looking, I think that's what brought me back. If only you'd worn your glasses, maybe I'd have gotten up right then and there and kissed you. And I think your nose is cute Fox." "Hmm. . . Where are those glasses and how'd you know about my nose?" "You said it out loud. You don't realize that you do that? You do it in your sleep too." "Point it out sometime." "Sure. How about you? When did you know?" "When did I start to love you, or when did I know?" "Both." "I started loving you the moment you walked into the basement. There was this spy standing in my office, standing up to me. You weren't scared of me, but I was terrified of you. You were there to ruin me, ruin my search. Little did they know eh Dana? When you ran to me for comfort in Oregon I saw the real you. You're like an apple pie. Hard enough on the outside, but soft and sweet on the inside. Duane Barry, that's when I knew. You have no idea how scared I was. When your voice called out to me on my machine I thought I'd lost you forever," his voice lowered and his bottom lip trembled, his eyes threatening to tear, "Just like Sam. For three long months I searched for you. I ate, slept and breathed my search. I couldn't lose you again. I couldn't live without you. And at times I almost lost faith, but the cross gave it back. Whenever I was scared or lonely I held it close to my heart, promising I'd find you. And you did." "You did wear the cross. That's what my mom said, I always thought it was a figure of speech." "I did wear it, I didn't want to give it back either." Dana reached to the back of her neck and unclasped the tiny gold cross. Reaching up around his neck she clasped it. It fell to his chest and the tears felt the need to fall. She wiped them away with her thumb and held him closer. "Dana, I love you. I'll never stop loving you." "I hope not. Without you here, who would I have these early morning talks with? -END-