Sonnet Story
By Drama  XFdramababe@bolt.com
MSR… H? 
Rated G
Disclaimer.. Not Mine, Not Mine, Not Mine… *sigh*  at least I own the action figures.  CC and Shakespeare own everything else in this.

Just some MSR fluff… cuteness!  Just read it and see..

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"Don't forget to check out the file I left on the desk.  I'll meet you in the office in 10 minutes."
"Alright Mulder, See ya."
>click<
Scully put her cell phone on the passenger seat and made her way through the sparse traffic on the way to the J Edgar Hoover building. 
She parked her car and took the elevator up to the X Files office, passing a few random co-workers on the way down the hall, acknowledging them with a smile, a nod or a little greeting, just like always.  Pendrell passed her in the hall and smiled nervously at her. 
"Good Morning Agent Scully."
"Good Morning, Pendrell"
A smile danced across her lips at the young lab assistant as she entered the X Files office.  She took off her trench coat  and started up the coffee machine, in desperate need of caffeine.  She yawned and reached for the file on the desk, but was surprised to instead find an entirely different tactile sensation.  She looked down at her hand a found a single red rosebud.  It was perfectly shaped and its fragrance was heavenly. Scully took a moment to enjoy its scent, then looked back down at the desk.  There was a note card also.  The front was a Matisse painting, one of her favorites, the "Waterlilies"   She slowly opened it and inside was computer printed in elegant script "To the lovely Agent Scully"  Underneath was a poem, a sonnet actually.  Shakespeare's sonnet #23 to be exact.

"As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart.
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit."

Scully read it again, not believing what she was reading.  Could it really be true?  But who could have written it? she thought.  Then, she remembered what Mulder said before he hung up the phone.  "Don't forget to check out the file I left on the desk."  Her smile got wider.
The door opened and Mulder stepped in.  She looked up at him as he entered.
"Why didn't you tell me before?  I had no idea!  I love you too, Mulder!"
With that, she kissed him, hard.
Mulder, dumbfounded by her reaction to a UFO photo from Montana on the desk, kissed her back, enjoying the intoxication of her kiss.
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Alan Pendrell smiled sadly as he watched them kiss. Well, he thought, at least it made her happy.  The smile on her face was worth all the trouble, even if the wrong guy got her love.  He sighed and walked back down the corridor to the lab.


Yes, I realize that Pendrell is dead, but I just needed a good reason for this fic.. long story, has to do with the San Diego English Speaking Union's High School Shakespeare Competition and too much free time.  Basically, I was so nervous that i needed an outlet for my creative energy.. what is better than fic for that??
Well, what did you think??  liked it? hated it? well??????   Send feedback, praise, flames and pulitzer prizes to XFdramababe@bolt.com

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