From: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
      
   Title: Amore Cieco   
   Author: sitarra   
   email: bellydancergirl7@...   
   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.  This one is for Orison   
   Summary: MSR   
   Disclaimer: I own nothing.   
   A/N: I know this has been done before but now I'm doing it.   
   Translation: Blind Love   
   Progress: WIP   
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   preghiera   
      
   January 9, 2000   
   Scully's apartment   
      
   "He was evil, Mulder. I'm sure about that, without a doubt. But   
   there's one thing that I'm not sure of."   
      
   "What's that?"   
      
   "Who was at work in me. Or what… what made me pull the trigger."   
      
   "You mean if it was God?"   
      
   Scully looked up at him with sad eyes. "I mean… what if it wasn't?"   
      
   He had no answer for that. Besides, she might get defensive or angry   
   with anything he had to say on the matter. In his opinion, Donnie   
   Pfaster deserved what he'd gotten. Even if at that exact moment he   
   wasn't a threat, he would have surely killed again somehow. And   
   Mulder wasn't about to let that next someone be Scully. If Scully   
   hadn't shot him, he sure would've if Pfaster had made even one move   
   toward her.   
      
   "How about we get some of your stuff together and head over to my   
   place?" Mulder suggested, brushing his fingers across her cheek.   
   Aside from her lip and nose, Pfaster hadn't done anything to her   
   face. It was the rest of her body he had yet to see that he feared   
   was where the most bruises were.   
      
   She nodded and got off her bed.   
      
   "If it's okay with you, I can get the guys over here and clean up for   
   you. They'd be more than willing," Mulder suggested, his body itching   
   to help her.   
      
   "I'd appreciate it." She went about packing her overnight bag with a   
   few days worth of clothing. He knew he should have left the room but   
   she never said anything and he wanted to make sure she was okay.   
      
   He surveyed the room, taking in the damage. Judging from the fact   
   that all the damage was in her bedroom he guessed Pfaster had   
   surprised her and she had reacted immediately. At least he knew she   
   fought him off as much as possible.   
      
   He returned his focus to her only to find her unbuttoning her shirt.   
      
   "You can do that later," he told her, stepping forward to stop her   
   movements. "You can wear them out of here."   
      
   "I want out of them now. I don't want them on me. I want them   
   burned." Her voice was starting to whine. He put his hands on hers to   
   gain her attention.   
      
   "Please, for my sake, wait until we're at my place. I'll give you   
   something to wear," he pleaded. "I want to make sure you're all   
   right."   
      
   She would have protested if not for the look on his face. And as much   
   as she wanted the clothes off, she wanted him to know she was fine.   
      
   She nodded her head and was happy to see him smile.   
      
   "Are you ready? Do you have everything?"   
      
   "Yeah, I just need a few things from the bathroom."   
      
   He carried her bag for her but left for the living room when she   
   turned to the bathroom. The police were still there as was Skinner.   
   They were probably waiting for his statement.   
      
   "Sir, I'll be taking Agent Scully now," Mulder told his boss. "I'll   
   be by in the morning to give my statement. I don't' think Agent   
   Scully should have to relive this experience anymore."   
      
   "I agree with that. I assume you'll be taking her to her mom's?"   
      
   "No, she'll be coming with me," he corrected. "I want to keep an eye   
   on her."   
      
   Skinner nodded understandingly. Both their eyes shifted to the hall   
   when they saw her enter the kitchen. Mulder immediately recognized   
   the uneasy look on her face. He quickly snatched up her coat from the   
   back of the couch.   
      
   "Mulder…" her voice shook. He hurried to her side. He put her coat on   
   her and took her bag.   
      
   "Let's get out of here, Scully," he said, shuffling her to the door.   
      
   "Agents." They both stopped in their tracks. "You can take off as   
   long as you need. Both of you."   
      
   Mulder was the only to react, but there was no denying the confused   
   look on his face. Nonetheless he expressed his thanks.   
      
   Skinner watched the two together. It was amazing. Scully could stare   
   down a man twice her size but now she looked so fragile. She looked   
   so tiny next to Mulder; he'd never thought of her that way.   
      
   Just before they left, Mulder put his arm around her waist when she   
   wrapped her arms around herself. It was an oddly assuring image. He   
   could see Mulder speaking softly to her on their way out. He'd give   
   up a lot to know what was said.   
      
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   sicurezza dell'armi   
      
   Mulder's apartment   
      
   He was surprised when he felt arms wrap around his waist as soon as   
   the elevator doors shut. She clutched tight at him, inhaling his   
   scent. She buried her face in his shirt. He could do nothing but wrap   
   his arms around her.   
      
   He was please when she kept her hold on him by the time they reached   
   his floor. He quickly discovered though that walking was a difficult   
   take like that.   
      
   "Scully, either you have to let go or I carry you," Mulder pointed   
   out.   
      
   "Carry me then."   
      
   He rolled his eyes. As much as he would have loved to do that, he   
   knew after a few steps she'd demand to be put down. "Scully."   
      
   "You can walk. Just guide me with you."   
      
   And he did so. He kept his arms wrapped around her and rested his   
   chin on her head.   
      
   "The keys are in my pants pocket," he told her after realizing he   
   didn't put them in his jacket like he thought. His body went stiff   
   when her dainty fingers slipped into his pocket.   
      
   He swiftly unlocked the door and ushered them inside. She still   
   didn't let go. He had to pry her arms from around him. `She must   
   really be shaken up.' He quickly shed her from her coat as well as   
   removed his own. They found each other again, both getting much   
   needed comfort.   
      
   "I want to change now, Mulder," said the small voice from the small   
   woman. He slowly began to usher her to his bedroom.   
      
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   contusioni guarire   
      
   It amazed him that his body had no immediate response to Scully   
   removing her shirt in the dim light of his bedroom. Maybe that had   
   something to do with the fact that he saw deep red and purple bruises   
   as soon as the shirt fell to the floor.   
      
   "Scully, why didn't you tell me?" he demanded. He reached out from   
   his place on the bed to touch one that looked the most painful. She   
   inhaled sharply when he touched it.   
      
   "Sorry," he immediately apologized. He replaced his fingers, making   
   sure to touch lightly. He could see the miniscule cuts from the glass   
   in her back. Dark lines ran down her back.   
      
   "Does it hurt?"   
      
   She shook her head. "Not so bad. It was worse earlier."   
      
   "You'll be sore tomorrow, I bet," he observed. "I have some cream   
   that'll help it. Wanna try that?"   
      
   "Might as well." Her pajama pants came off next, not at all bashful   
   about undressing in front of him anymore.   
      
   He handed her an old blue shirt with long sleeves and a pair of black   
   pajama bottoms. "The clothes as promised. You can put those on while   
   I get the cream and turn off the lights in the other room."   
      
   He was gone and back in record time. Scully had put on the pants and   
      
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