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Magical
By DM

I don't think I've mentioned yet how beautiful you look tonight.
You're practically glowing, Scully, and my admittedly large ego has me
believing that *I* am actually somewhat responsible for this newfound
glee. What is it that happened to make you so ridiculously giddy after
an event I would classify as incredibly embarrassing and downright
disturbing?

Perhaps it was the kiss* Perhaps it was the one life altering
moment
where our souls connected on a level I don't even dare fantasize about
for fear that real life might never provide such an opportunity. Yes,
the kiss. It has to be the kiss*

It begins when you dangle the Bureau credit card in my face and let
out a giggle I haven't heard slip past your lips in months. A
beautiful sound that brings me more pleasure than I dare describe.

Hand in hand we leave the sound stage for an evening out on the town,
courtesy of J. Edger Hoover.

Hailing a cab in Los Angeles is a much more difficult feat than I
originally thought. Nevertheless, it gives us a few quiet moments
together. And, who in their right mind would complain about that?

Your hand is still in mine and I squeeze it. "Where to?"

"Dinner?" You smile and gaze up at me, eyes burrowing deep into my
own.

The blue of your eyes shimmer in the moonlight and I'm swept away in
them. I've always been a great admirer of your eyes. They serve as a
window into your soul and I can see right through to your heart.
Tonight, I'm simply overcome with what I see there. There's warmth,
joy* and something I haven't seen since the very early months of
our
partnership. There's peace* contentment. My heart is about ready
to
burst* I'm so happy that you're happy. Since when did my well
being
depend so much upon your own?

I realize, that as corny as it sounds, it did from the very beginning.

"Dinner's good." I finally reply.

I see you shiver slightly and without thinking, move behind you and
place my arms around you. Your head fits perfectly under my chin and I
could be mistaken, but I think I hear you release a contented sigh.
Maybe I still have what it takes. Goodness knows it's been years.

A clap of thunder echoes in the distance and we both simultaneously
look above us. "Looks like rain," you whisper.

"And they say it never rains in southern California." I hear a small
chuff escape your lips and feel a thrill as I notice your hand rising
to cover mine. My only reaction is to hold you tighter, so I do.

"Where to?" The cab driver asks.

Before I can open my mouth, you answer, "Universal City."

I look at you, curiously* for a moment I wonder if maybe you've
had
this planned all along, then I chastise myself for being ridiculous.

You shrug, "I've always wanted to go."

That's good enough for me, so I nod my head and the driver peels away
from the curb and FOX Studios where the disaster Wayne Federman calls
a movie will hopefully never see the light of day outside the studio
walls.

Come to think of it, isn't it a bit odd to premiere a movie inside a
studio theater? "That's not how they usually do it, is it, Scully?"

"Hmm?" I can see I've confused you, not for the first time and most
certainly not for the last.

"I've never been to a Hollywood premiere, but don't they usually hold
them at Grauman's Chinese Theatre or someplace like that?"

"I don't know."

And that is the end of it. If I weren't so mad at Federman, I might
actually be curious enough to ask.

You hand the cab driver the credit card and I'm relieved this little
journey isn't coming out of my pocket. Cab prices are brutal here.

We enter City Walk and I'm amazed by how many people are still out and
roaming. Universal is a happening city. Suddenly I have a brilliant
idea, and as most of my brilliant ideas go, I show no hesitation in
sharing it with you as soon as it pops into my head.

"Let's check out the theme park, Scully."

You glance at your watch, the ever responsible one in this
partnership, and look up at me, a glint in your beautiful blue eyes.

"We'd only have an hour, Mulder." Your face breaks into an unspeakably
brilliant smile, "Lets go tomorrow."

Like I can argue with that! I take your hand and am overly pleased
with our current situation. Right now I'd almost be willing to thank
Federman for dragging us out here simply because I am able to spend
this moment with you. And on the Bureau's dollar too* wait
`til the
auditors get a look at *this* trip.

Your eyes light up as they spot the Hard Rock Café. "Have you ever
been," you ask? There's one just down the street from the office and I
never have.

"Let's go," I try not to sound as excited as I feel. What's gotten
into me? Well, I know what's gotten into me, but I'm still not
accustomed to admitting it to myself, muchless out loud.

Dinner consists of a few burgers and some chocolate malts, which has
me smiling again because you never eat this way. I still get a laugh
when I remember the non-fat tofutti rice dreamcicle you once brought
to the office and spilled all over my work. Okay, so it was only those
old box scores. And, yeah *we* spilled it, but who's keeping track?

You're well, you're healthy, you're happy and knowing this adds to my
increasingly good mood. It must be our surroundings* Never let it
be
said that Hollywood isn't a magical place. It is. Especially when a
little of that Scully magic is stirred in.

We finish and as I stand to leave you're suddenly in front of me,
taking my hand and pulling me to the elevator. "It's like a museum,
Mulder," you explain. "Let's start at the top."

We stand close on the ride to the third story. We don't have a reason
to; we're the only two. I know I've become very aware of you and I
wonder if the feeling is mutual. Every touch, every glance, I feel.
It's like an electrical current running a marathon through my veins.

The autographed guitars and posters are all a big blur. All I can seem
to focus on is you and your excitement at our surroundings. I never
pegged you as a fan of rock `n roll, but every once and a while I
get
a strange feeling the younger Dana Scully is far removed from the
woman you are today.

You're all about John Lennon tonight and I just love the wonder I see
in your eyes. All of a sudden, you're speaking, "I snuck out to a
Beatles concert once* my dad was so mad, said I was too young."

"The little rebel, huh?"

"Uh huh*" I've lost your attention as your eyes wander past me at
the
far wall next to the elevator.

Out of curiosity I turn to see what's captivated your interest. I'm
pleased to note that your hand finds mine just as my eyes rest
upon*
The King. Well, not The King himself, but a costume he wore at one of
his very last concerts.

"Let's check it out," you encourage and push me towards the display.
We stop to simply admire it for a moment. I know you don't
particularly enjoy his music, but you respect my opinion and give me
all the time I want without growing impatient.

"The King lives, Scully*"

"In your dreams, Mulder."

My Scully, ever the skeptic.

I buy an extra large Hard Rock tee-shirt for me and slip a matching
small to the cashier as well. You don't see my slight of hand as
you're busy digging through a basket of souvenir pins. I think I'll
surprise you with it tomorrow. I use my own card, this one's on me.

We exit the over priced shop which is just to the side of the
restaurant and find ourselves in front of a movie theater. We look at
each other, exchanging a silent conversation and mutually agree upon
passing it by. We've seen one too many flicks tonight anyhow.

You stop in front of the PEZ shop and again I'm a little surprised at
your interest. "I haven't had a PEZ since I was a little girl," you
explain and make your way into the store.

You pick up a few action figure candy dispensers for your nephews and,
glancing discreetly in my direction, nonchalantly grab a green alien
faced PEZ. I know it's for me. How many times have I told you,
Scully*
they're gray, not green. I pretend not to notice, and figure I'll let
you surprise me whenever you feel the moment is right.

Stores are beginning to close and we decide to head back to the main
entrance. You brush up against me several times before I take
initiative and wrap my arm around your shoulder. I can tell I've made
a good decision when I feel you lean into me.

We're staying at the Courtyard by Marriott this time and it's just
around the corner from the FOX lot. I'm slightly shocked but more than
pleased when you ask the driver to drop us off out front of the
Studio.

We stroll down Pico and turn left onto Avenue of the Stars; it's a bit
of a walk, but you appear to be content and I'm sure not complaining.
I don't want the evening to end either.

We're about ready to cross onto Olympic and I notice a film crew on
the other side of the overpass, in front of the Hotel. "Look,
Scully*
they're filming something."

"It's amazing how much goes into making a movie*" You snake your
arm
around my waist so I tighten my grip on your shoulders. "Can you
imagine what it takes to make a weekly television show?"

I never much thought about it before, but it has to be grueling.

We're almost to the set when a security guard stops us, asking us to
wait while they finish the shot.

Ever the observant one, I check out our surroundings and after a
moment notice a man in a folding chair behind a monitor. He stands,
removing his headset, "CUT! Print. Check the gate," he calls out then
directs his next comment to a man with a walkie talkie, "get me the
kissing couple."

The man looks up a bit nervously and crosses the distance. "They're a
no show."

"Excuse me?" I assume he must be the director.

"I've got Central on the phone and they're searching for a rush
call*"

"I don't care what you have to do, Dieter. I want the kissing couple
here in 20."

"I'll get someone."

The director walks away, angry, mumbling to someone about the angle
and location of the next shot, before disappearing in a trailer.

Dieter walks towards us and sighs loudly, clasping the security guard
on the shoulder. "What a night, man," he shakes his head. The security
guard offers a sympathetic smile and turns to us. "You can go ahead,
folks* thanks for waiting."

Dieter looks up just as we begin to walk away. "Excuse me," he stops
us. He looks us up and down and smiles, checking his watch. "You guys
feel like making some easy money?"

"Doing what?" You ask, even though I'm sure you've been listening just
as closely as I have to Dieter's dilemma with the director.

"Some extras never showed. If you're interested, the job is yours."

This could be very interesting, but I leave the decision up to you.
You hesitate for a moment and Dieter becomes increasingly impatient.

"My job depends on this, guys* you'd be doing me a huge favor."

You tentatively nod your head and Dieter's grin practically explodes
off his face. "Make-up!!"

My stomach is in a million little knots and you're so close I'm about
ready to go crazy. They're setting up the shot and need us to stand
together as they rehearse the camera angles and fix the lighting. This
is crazy. They're creating moonlight out of a tall bright light and a
blue filter.

You're beautiful in the soft light, even if it is artificial, and for
a split second I can almost forget about the commotion all around us
and focus entirely on you. Your eyes haven't left mine since they
asked us to move closer and I'm trying to read you, but it's becoming
difficult. I can't tell if you're enjoying this or have suddenly
realized you've made a very big mistake.

Dieter approaches us and instructs us that we need to begin kissing
when the director yells, "background". That's us, the "background,"
we're never "action."

After all these years, it's almost ironic that the first time I
actually get to kiss you, and I mean REALLY kiss you, is in front of a
camera and on cue. It just doesn't seem right. But, again, I'm not
complaining. I'll take what I can get.

The actors, and I don't recognize either, rehearse once, and then it's
our turn.

The director takes his seat behind the monitor. "And* background."
That's our cue and before I have a chance to move towards you, your
mouth is already on mine. Your lips are soft and hungry, and I'm swept
away. I don't even hear the director call "action."

It's all over now and we're standing in front of your room. The shot
took about 7 takes and they only needed us for one more angle, which
turned out to be another 5 or 6 takes. Needless to say we did a lot of
kissing and I'm pleased to note that your lips are pleasantly swollen.
I did that. I can't help but be proud and the dreamy look in your eyes
is kicking my expanding ego up to new heights.

"Good night, Mulder." You turn to unlock the door and I make a split
decision to take initiative for the first time this evening. I trap
you in between my arms, placing one on either side of you as I lean
against the door.

"Good night, Scully." I move in and even though I've kissed you many
times this evening, the others simply don't compare to what we share
at this very moment.

You respond by reaching your hands to my hair, drawing me closer.
Hollywood *is* magical* there's just no other way to explain
what's
happened here.

I break away slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. We're both
panting quietly and I can feel your breath softly brush my chin. Your
hands have slipped down to your sides and I take the key, which is now
hanging loosely from your finger tips.

I unlock the door and open it, pushing you gently back into the room.
"Sweet dreams, Scully."

"Night, Mulder." The look in your eyes is almost too much to bear and
I watch with a grin as you blush slightly and quietly shut the door.

I walk one door over and pull out my key* The kiss* it was
definitely
the kiss.

End.

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