TITLE: Underneath the Stars
AUTHOR: Erin M. Blair
E-MAIL: eblair@sonic.net / erinmblair@gmail.com
FEEDBACK: Yes, please. 
DISTRIBUTION: VS13 exclusive for two weeks; OK to Gossamer
and Ephemeral, anywhere else thereafter. 
RATING: PG
CATEGORIES: SRA -- Story, Romance, Angst.
KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance. AU.
SPOILERS: up to Je Souhaite; VS timeline after that. Illusions to
a scene in "Little Green Men" and "The Host" from Season Two.
DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully belong to Chris Carter. 
SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully sit at their bench while gazing
at the stars. 
NOTES: This story was written for the Virtual Season's Lights in 
the Sky Challenge. Special thanks to Lisa for beta reading this 
story for me.

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Mulder smiled to himself as he led Scully to their bench at 
the Lincoln Memorial. "We hardly come here anymore. I've 
been missing it."

"I know the feeling, Mulder. Why now? Why so late? It's 
almost ten o'clock at night."

He put his hands in his pockets and felt the lining of his 
trench coat. Then, he felt a gust of wind blow open his 
jacket. It was nippy from being outside in early March. He 
was shivering underneath his clothes. "I don't know. I 
guess I miss being her with you." 

"Aw..."

"Do you need anything to warm you up?" He asked, tempted to 
gathering her in his arms. He wanted to show her off like a 
prized painting because she deserved to her everything. 

Not until they flush out the Consortium.

Until that moment comes, he was sharing this beautiful 
night with Scully. They both looked up to see the only 
light coming from the stars; it looked as though they were 
watching over them. 

"I only want you, Mulder."

"What?"

"I only want you to keep me warm."

"Always."

"And thanks for bringing me here. I believe your sister is 
smiling at us."

He smiled through his tears. "You remembered."

She nodded. "Yes. About how these stars are old souls 
looking for new homes. You described them perfectly. I'd 
never thought of them that way. When we read her diary and 
found out what happened to her, I believe she's watching 
us, even guiding us to search for the truth. No matter how 
sad; no matter how painful and no matter how happy - she is 
watching us."

"Thank you."

"I have to believe that."

Her words touched him and nodded. "I know. I believe the 
same thing, Scully."

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The End