From: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
      
   Title: Amore Cieco   
   Author: sitarra   
   email: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
   Distribution: All okay   
   Classification: S,R,H   
   Keywords: MSR   
   Rating: R   
   Spoilers: Goes throughout season 7 only but maybe a little into   
   season 8 only with a twist.   
   Summary: MSR   
   Disclaimer: I own nothing.   
   A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.  The song   
   mentioned in this chapter is from Riverdance. It's called Marta's   
   Dance. That I don't own but the vision is mine.   
   Progress: WIP   
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   marca x   
      
   Scully held the door open for Mulder, her body holding the door more   
   than her hands. Mulder's bags were weighing her down.   
      
   "Scully, I could have gotten those," Mulder walked past her saying,   
   his voice still raspy. He'd been released from the hospital after two   
   weeks, claiming he was as better as he was going to be in the   
   hospital.   
      
   "Mulder, you've just gotten your strength back," she pointed   
   out. "Need I say more?"   
      
   He just shrugged and watched Scully walk past him to deposit his bags   
   in her bedroom. He took a look around, admiring the neatness when a   
   thought occurred to him.   
      
   He rapped lightly on her open bedroom door, swinging his lanky frame   
   through. "Hey Scully, looks like my fantasy's coming true."   
      
   She smiled from her spot at the bed. She was rifling through one of   
   his bags, hopefully looking for a specific item.   
      
   "Mulder, I want you to lay down for a while," she told him, her tone   
   telling him she wanted no arguments. "The last shot they gave you was   
   something that should make you sleep for a while."   
      
   "Scully…"   
      
   "Mulder, do not argue with me. I'm not in the mood. You just got out   
   of the hospital; you're still recovering. Please just… get in bed,"   
   she pleaded. She had a desperate look on her face, one that he   
   couldn't argue with. She looked tired, something he hadn't seen for   
   the last two weeks. He never realized how worried she was about him.   
      
   "Okay but I don't know how tired I'll be," he obliged. He walked over   
   to her, yanking his shirt off over his head. He tried to stifle a   
   yawn before she saw it, but she caught him mid-yawn.   
      
   "Please, just lay down for a few hours," she repeated, putting his   
   bags on the floor and turning down the bed. "By the time you wake up,   
   it'll be time for diner."   
      
   "Real food?"   
      
   "Yes, real food. But still following the list from the hospital."   
      
   She helped him into bed on his usual side, pulling the large   
   comforter over him when he was comfortable. She leaned over and   
   pressed a kiss to his forehead, noticing that he still felt warm.   
      
   "You're not gonna join me?" he asked disappointedly. She smiled and   
   brushed her fingers across his cheek.   
      
   "No, I have things to do. You just focus on sleep."   
      
   "Might be hard without my cuddly pillow."   
      
   She just shushed him and ran her fingers through his hair until he   
   fell into a relaxed sleep.   
      
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   ballerino   
      
   Dishes were done, objects were dusted, trash had been taken out.   
   Everything that was supposed to take her until dinner had only lasted   
   a few hours. She still had an hour until she needed to wake Mulder.   
      
   Scully settled on the couch with the stereo remote in hand. She   
   turned it on to track number twelve and picked up a magazine only to   
   throw it down seconds later.   
      
   Her mind was focused solely on Mulder… and the song.   
      
   She still thought it was too early for him to be released but he did   
   have a point about the hospital not being able to do anything more.   
      
   He'd requested to stay with her at her place so she could keep an eye   
   on him better. She hadn't bothered to tell him that's where she   
   planned for him to stay all along.   
      
   "That's interesting."   
      
   She jumped in her spot. She hadn't even heard Mulder come in.   
      
   "I didn't know you were awake. It didn't wake you, did it?"   
      
   "No, can't even hear it from in there." He gestured back to her   
   bedroom. "It's interesting."   
      
   "Yeah? I love to listen to it. It creates a lovely visual image," she   
   told him, moving her feet to make room for him. "A moment somewhere   
   in time that's perfect but yet you know it will never happen."   
      
   He sat next to her, pulling her feet in his lap. He could see the   
   serene look to her face as she listened closely to the song. He   
   wanted to know what she felt.   
      
   "Paint a picture for me," he asked her softly. "This isn't my choice   
   of music."   
      
   She smiled brightly at him. She started the song over again and began   
   to make him see.   
      
   The violin started slow first before the scenery started.   
      
   "I've always seen a little girl dancing here, just messing around   
   with it, trying it out. She becomes enamored with it though and it   
   becomes her passion."   
      
   The pace of the violin picked up as another one joined in. the guitar   
   kept up as did the beat of the lone drum.   
      
   "She's become a grown woman. Here she's just having fun, maybe   
   laughing as she's dancing. She's becoming more professional."   
      
   The pace relaxed for a moment before becoming faster again. Mulder   
   swore he could see the same thing happening to Scully.   
      
   "Now she's becoming more serious. It's not about the fun of it   
   anymore. She has more purpose to dance. But she's still having fun."   
      
   The pace slowed again and Mulder saw Scully's eyes relax.   
      
   "She's taking a break but she's ready to jump back in at anytime. So   
   she does."   
      
   On cue the music sped up. It was a full orchestra now, all paying for   
   the little girl turned woman.   
      
   "There's more desperation to it now. It seems to her she could stop   
   living if she stops dancing. She has a cause. Maybe it's a way of   
   life for her."   
      
   The pace slowed once more and Mulder could feel her go slack in his   
   arms.   
      
   "Now she's just that little girl without a care in the world, dancing   
   to a song only she can hear, dreaming a dream she'll one day perfect."   
      
   The song came to an abrupt stop. Mulder never took his eyes off   
   Scully's face. Scully just seemed to stare off into space. She looked   
   serene, relaxed.   
      
   "I never pegged you for the dancer flashback/dream type of person,   
   Scully," he rasped out.   
      
   "It's just what I see. It's one of those things that just happens.   
   The image often comes to me in dreams at night."   
      
   He'd been massaging her feet during her vision and she hadn't even   
   noticed. But he certainly got her attention when he pressed hard in   
   her arch.   
      
   She kicked his hands away but she had a smile on her face. "Don't.   
   You know how much I like that."   
      
   "That's why I'm doing it," he told her, trying to reach for her   
   again. She leapt up from the couch though and moved out of his reach.   
      
   "How about dinner?"   
      
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   parola in ritardo   
      
   Mulder flipped the station again, coming to the conclusion nothing   
   was on. He kept flipping stations until he came to the ten o'clock   
   news. Scully was settled deep in his side, a blanket that she loved   
   draped over them. He could tell something was on her mind. He kept   
   feeling gentle tugs at his soft blue shirt, something she only did   
   when she was distracted.   
      
   He clicked the TV off. "What's on your mind, Scully?"   
      
   She didn't seem to hear him so he asked again, stilling her hand with   
   his. That seemed to do the trick.   
      
   "What?"   
      
      
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