Kissing or dying (1/?)

AUTHOR: Kessia Nina
E-MAIL: shipperx@gmx.net
DISCLAIMER: the characters don't belong to me. Don't sue 
me!!!
SPOILERS: Pilot, Duane Barry, Ascension, One Breath, 
allusions to season 5
TIME LINE: Before Fight The Future
CATEGORY: MSR
RATING: NC-17. Not really sex parts, but some language and 
some body parts 
are 
exposed for the world to see them.
AUTHOR'S Note: All my stories are located at my website: 
http://go.to/shipperx 
and at http://get.to/fanfiction/
More Author's notes in the end.

Summary: To save their asses, Mulder and Scully had to kiss.



Kiss. That was the only word in Scully's mind. <What the hell 
is this kiss? 
I 
cannot believe we are actually kissing.>

Scully felt her stomach turning upside down and a warmth 
coming from her 
lower 
back all the way to her neck. She couldn't feel her legs, her 
arms, her 
cheeks, 
anything. Her body was almost liquid. His hands were all over 
her body. Of 
course they weren't in her private parts. Nevertheless, she 
could feel him. 
His 
hardness. He was pressing her against the wall. They were so 
close and they 
were 
*kissing*. Something she could never imagine themselves 
doing. Well, she 
had 
actually pictured the whole scene, but she couldn't believe 
it was actually 
happening. She could not believe they were necking like a 
teenage couple in 
a 
corner of some dark street. She was weak and for a moment she 
truly thought 
she'd faint or something. Moreover, that was when the kiss 
was over. Simply 
over. The previous passionately and sexually kiss had been 
vanished from 
existence.

He simply leaned back, turned his back to her and headed 
straight for the 
car. 
Scully's eyes were glassy and she couldn't actually move. She 
stayed still 
for a 
couple of seconds or minutes or hours, she couldn't count. 
She was just 
messed 
up, speechless and moveless, if such a word exists.

Mulder was practically in the car when she gathered her 
strength back again 
and 
walked nervously toward him. How could he do such a thing and 
walk away so 
calmly? Hasn't he felt a damn thing? <I don't think so. I 
could feel him. I 
can 
tell he was enjoying that. Then why the hell he just walked 
away?>

She fixed her messy hair with her hands and walked faster to 
get to the 
car. 
What now? Were they going to talk about it or they were going 
just to 
pretend it 
didn't happen, like they always do. What they were going to 
talk about 
besides 
the kiss? There was nothing in Scully's mind besides it. She 
could barely 
breath 
and was even shaking a little.

Once inside the car, there was no talking. 

Not even a word. 

Not even a look.

Nothing.

They drove for like an hour or even more and there was no 
fucking talking. 
She 
was feeling pretty awful with that situation. How dare him do 
that with 
her? 
Kiss her like that! Why was that? They've already been in 
other situations 
that 
were much more dangerous than that and they've never kissed. 
Then why now? 
Why 
there was no talking? Except if... Maybe he walked out of it, 
because...

Because he didn't like it. If it wasn't what he'd expected it 
to be. Maybe 
she 
was a bad kisser after all. It's been a while since she'd 
kissed someone. 
<Hey, 
wait a minute! No, I've kissed Ed Jerse months ago. And he 
didn't complain 
about 
it. Of course, he tried to kill me because of that stupid 
tattoo, but what 
the 
hell! We did it!>

They finally reached her apartment. She couldn't believe she 
was home now. 
She 
was angry with Mulder. That kiss, even if it was a "work 
kiss", was bound 
to 
happen sooner or later. However, she always imagined that 
they were 
perfectly 
capable of speaking about it like two grown adults. Well, 
that's not what 
happened. They haven't spoke a single word during the whole 
way home. Now 
it was 
time for goodbye. He stopped the car in front of her building 
and she 
opened the 
door.

Still no words.

One foot on the floor.

The next foot on the floor.

Her body was almost completely outside the car when he 
stuttered. "See you 
tomorrow morning. So we can get the airplane to Detroit."

"Screw you." She thought. Her eyes were glared and she 
actually almost said 
it 
outloud, but if she did, it would prove what? She completely 
left the car 
without even looking at him.

----------XXX------------

Mulder was sitting in front of a new computer he bought and 
was now trying 
to 
connect to the Internet. He wasn't a real fan of computers. 
He always 
preferred 
dealing with people. He knew people and that was why he made 
a good 
impression 
at the beginning of his career at the FBI, as a great killer 
profiler. Only 
in 
the beginning though. After he found The X Files, his 
reputation, if he had 
any, 
at the FBI went right to the sewage pipes. And that was when 
he met Scully. 
Her 
face in the first day they've met was wonderful. She was so 
full of hope. 
She 
wanted to do her best. Unfortunately, she found herself 
dealing with a 
lunatic. 
A lunatic who'd kiss her after five years of abstinence from 
sex and not 
say a 
fucking single word afterwards. She'd probably want to kill 
him or never 
speak 
to him again in her life. And that's what she has to do. <She 
must get away 
from 
me as soon as possible, for her own sake.>

Once connected he looked for his favorite (and pretty much 
alike) chat 
room, 
something like a desperate room. The room where people always 
suffered even 
more 
than he did. And whose lives were always a mess. His nickname 
was 
PoorAnimal, 
clearly a joke with his name.

He was there for a few minutes saying 'hi' to other people 
when he found 
the 
perfect mate to talk about things he wasn't supposed to talk 
to anyone. He 
had 
just made a completely full out of himself and couldn't 
forgive himself for 
that. Now the only thing he could do was to talk to someone 
who didn't know 
him 
at all. Someone who couldn't get hurt. LittleStar started the 
conversation 
with 
him and he answered her promptly.

"Hi. Wanna talk about some sad things?"

"Of course. That's why we are in this desperate Room, right? 
What's wrong 
with 
you, PoorAnimal?"

"Well, today I did this horrible thing to the person I most 
care about in 
my 
life." 

"What did you do?"

"I've kissed her."

"Are you kidding me??? Why is that wrong or horrible? I think 
it's great 
when 
you kiss someone you love." <This guy must be kidding me.>

"I know it isn't horrible. I really liked it. She is 
wonderful and she 
kissed me 
back. I truly love her and I want to make things right. I 
just don't think 
that 
kissing her like that was a good thing to do. In fact, I 
believe she 
doesn't 
want to see me anymore after that."

"Why? Doesn't she care about you? Didn't you say she kissed 
you back? 
What's 
wrong with her? I mean, what's wrong with you? Why did you do 
to make her 
feel 
like shit?"

While waiting for her to say anything, he went to the kitchen 
and got 
himself a 
beer. On his way back, he took his shirt and pants off. He 
did enjoy 
wearing 
only his boxers. While reading his new friend's question he 
smiled. He 
actually 
didn't do anything wrong. He had only not talked to her after 
the kiss 
about the 
kiss. She must have felt the most rejected person on earth. 
<There's really 
something wrong with me. I'm sure.>

"How can I say this? I don't know if she loves me or not. I 
know that I 
love her 
so badly that I could die or kill for her. I'd give my life 
for her." He 
felt 
pretty comfortable talking about that now. He was quite 
overwhelmed with 
what he 
have done, the kissing by the way. Not the non-talking. That 
was pretty 
stupid.

"I wanted that for me. I'm reading what you are writing and I 
know what you 
mean. When you love someone and they don't love you back is 
just the worst 
thing 
in the world."

"I know that, it's true. Well, she's everything I ever wanted 
for me. 
EVERYTHING. But I don't think she understands that."

"Why don't you say to her how you feel?"

"I just don't think she'll ever believe or want me."

"Well, what are you waiting for? How can you say that? You 
haven't even 
told her 
yet."

"I just know. And you really don't know her."

"Well, time's up, PoorAnimal. Gotta go now. Mom is telling me 
(actually 
yelling) 
to get the hell out of the computer... See ya later."

<Oh, my God! I'm talking to a kid? What kind of a freak I 
am?>

"Just one more thing: how old are you?"

"17. How about you?"

"Let's say, I'm pretty old to be your father. Bye."

"Bye. You know, I may be young but I think you got my point 
here, didn't 
you?"

He read her last words and disconnected right away. He was 
pretty pathetic. 
Talking to a 17 year-old girl about his 38 year-old problems. 
That's why 
Scully 
didn't want him. How could she want someone like him? She 
deserved better. 
He 
was actually telling his personal problems to a 17 year-old 
girl. He 
couldn't 
believe himself. He was chuffed though with his ability to 
talk about his 
personal life and finally realize that he really loved the 
woman he's been 
working with for more than five years. It was supposed to be 
easier now to 
actually do something.

He stood up and headed to the bathroom. Took a long shower 
and went 
straight to 
the couch. Turned on the tv and watched some porn movies, 
like he always 
did.

While the film was playing, his memory guided him to a few 
hours ago.

He had actually kissed Scully. And the most amazing thing is 
that she let 
him do 
it. But where did he get the guts to actually pull her 
against his body, 
look at 
her and move his face to meet hers and actually kiss? He 
really didn't 
know. He 
only knew that it really felt so good. He was bulging out of 
happiness.

He had thought about kissing her, of course. But most of the 
times he did 
were 
when he was watching porn and, out of nowhere, she was the 
only woman that 
always came to his mind. He didn't know he wanted Scully so 
badly. He 
actually 
touched himself thinking about her, but he thought it was in 
a friendship 
way 
<Yeah, right! Like that's even possible.>. He didn't know she 
felt so good. 
Her 
smell was wonderful and her lips were like the most amazing 
thing he had 
ever 
tasted in his life. He felt weak and frightened. He didn't 
know that a 
simple 
kiss could do that to him. He shuddered at the thought of 
kissing her 
again.

Anyway, he was happy with the kissing. But he didn't really 
know what to do 
once 
it was over. He was scared because he didn't know how Scully 
felt about 
that at 
first. Obviously he noticed that she was surprised and 
excited about it. 
Especially because she actually put her hands on him and 
stroked his hair. 
Even 
so, he was way too embarrassed to say something. That's why 
he hadn't said 
a 
word after that. Although he could feel her anger in the car 
while driving 
back 
home he hadn't said a single word. When she was getting out 
of it, he took 
the 
chance to glance her up and, instead of only *feeling* her 
anger, he could 
*see* 
it. What did she want him to do? Didn't she know him at all 
when it comes 
to his 
personal problems? Especially with the woman he loved? He 
just chickened 
out. 
Completely.

----------XXX------------

After a 30 minute bath, Scully put on her pajamas and went 
straight to bed. 
She 
wanted to do something, but didn't know what. She turned on 
the tv, but 
there 
was nothing interesting on it. She went to the kitchen, 
opened the 
refrigerator, 
looked at it for a long time until she was cold enough to 
twitch and 
finally got 
herself a coke. She wasn't in the mood for anything, but 
there was nothing 
else 
she could do, but find something to try to turn her mind away 
from that 
kiss. 
However, she still couldn't stop thinking about what happen a 
few hours 
ago. It 
was unforgettable.

Besides, she was still doubtful about Mulder's true feelings. 
She kept 
telling 
her that that was only part of their undercover operation, it 
had nothing 
to do 
with personal feelings and that was why he hasn't said a 
word. They had to 
kiss 
in that exact moment, otherwise they'd get caught and God 
knows when they 
were 
going to be released, if ever.

She glanced up at the kitchen clock: 2:30 am.

<I'd better go to bed. I have to get up pretty early tomorrow 
morning.>

Obviously, she couldn't sleep. The images from the kiss kept 
coming to her 
head. 
She could see every single second of that amazing kiss, as if 
it was 
happening 
in that very moment. She even felt a wave of sensation 
passing through her 
chest 
and up the back of her neck. She saw when he grabbed her by 
the waist and 
pulled 
her to get closer to him. She looked right into his eyes. She 
wasnt't quite 
sure 
what was going on. Although she knew there was passion in his 
eyes, that 
was 
glaringly apparent. He gawked her with the sexiest look ever 
for a couple 
of 
seconds and got even more closer to her, opening his mouth 
and closing his 
eyes.

She giggled like a child with herself in the bed. He was 
really handsome in 
that 
moment. It still took her some time to realized what was 
really going to 
happen 
though. He was going to kiss her. Right there. Right in that 
fucking 
moment. She 
could feel his lips touching hers and his tongue getting 
slowly into her 
mouth, 
sucking her tongue. His hands started moving up and down 
around her back. 
Using 
the last trace of rational thought she had, she decided to 
move her arms. 
One 
hand went right to his soft hair and the other one to his 
back pulling him 
harder against her. While doing that, she actually heard a 
moan. <Had he 
really 
moaned or was it me? Or was it just my imagination?>

It doesn't really matter. What *does* matter is that they 
have fucking 
kissed! 
What now? What was supposed to be done now? How would they 
ever look at 
each 
other after that? What if he didn't want to be with her? That 
was the major 
question here. The most scariest question. She shuddered to 
think of 
getting any 
of the only two possible answers, he did love her or he 
didn't love her.

-------XXX-------

After lots of questions and thoughts, she fell asleep and 
only wake up when 
she 
heard someone pounding really louder at the door. Quickly she 
got up and 
put her 
robe. On the way to the door she looked at the watch, 10am. 
<Oh, God! I 
missed 
the flight! Mulder's gonna kill me.>

She opened the door and saw him. Mulder. Standing right there 
in front of 
her. 
He hadn't shaved and his beard was wonderful. She always 
thought that that 
made 
him look so damn sexy. She was still asleep and quiet when he 
passed 
through her 
and got into her apartment.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mulder. I'll just get ready in a 
second." She moved to 
the 
hallway toward the bathroom, but he grabbed her arms tighly. 
Almost 
hurting.

"Why were you sleeping when you know we should already be in 
Detroit?" He 
blurted out. Scully took the chance to look better at him and 
so she 
noticed 
that he was wearing the same clothes that he was wearing last 
night. She 
also 
smelled some alcohol coming from his perfect mouth.

She whipped her arms away from his hands in a sudden move and 
started 
walking to 
her bathroom. He followed her saying things she couldn't even 
understand. 
However she turned back and despite her words, her voice was 
at a regular 
tone.

"Who the hell are you to come to my apartment and yell at me? 
So what if I 
overslept. So what if we missed our flight! Why the hell 
weren't you on it? 
Why 
haven't you left to Detroit? Now sit on the fucking couch and 
wait until I 
wear 
some clothes."

He was speechless. He didn't remember when was the last time 
she has ever 
talked 
to him like that or even if she had already talked to him 
like that. And 
how 
could she speak like that with such a soothing voice. Well, 
as a poor 
animal as 
he was, he just sat at the couch and waited for her.

She must have spent like 20 minutes in the bathroom. Enough 
time to make 
him 
sober and realize that she was right. He didn't have the 
right to go to her 
place and talk like that. <Why did you have to drink, you 
moron? Why did 
you 
have to love her? She's your partner. Besides, you don't 
deserve her. She's 
way 
too much for you.>

As she walked down the hallway, he stood up and waited for 
her to scream 
with 
him now. He was impressed with the woman he loves when she 
simply muttered.

"Let's go to your place. You definitely need a shower." She 
took him by the 
arm 
and lead him to the door. And they left.

----------XXX------------

"I drive, Mulder. I don't think you are in your perfect 
state. Besides, I 
don't 
want to die today."

He gave her the car keys and got into the car. She was simply 
beautiful 
while 
driving. She kept all her attention to the road. And her 
hands looked 
beautifully holding the wheel. <She's driving me nuts only 
driving. What 
the 
hell is wrong with me? Though it'd be great if she got off on 
me like 
hundreds 
of times. Maybe forever. I wonder what she must have been 
thinking. Does 
she 
fantasizes about us getting laid?>.

Scully knew he was staring endlessly at her and she had to 
ask him. She 
wanted 
him to tell her the truth. Why did he kissed her? Did he 
enjoy it?  Was he 
as 
horny as she was? No matter which answer he would give her, a 
good one or a 
bad 
one. She just wanted the truth. She demanded the truth. She 
couldn't sleep, 
eat 
or think straight because of the kiss. What if he was drunk 
because of what 
had 
happened? She knew him and she could say that something 
wasn't working 
properly. 
Nevertheless she could not start the conversation right to 
that point. She 
knew 
he would never answer her right away and would run away from 
the 
conversation.

"Why have you been drinking, Mulder?"

He gasped. What was he going to answer? A ripple of 
nervousness ran through 
his 
body. Should he tell the truth? What did she expect him to 
answer? <I don't 
think neither of us can handle the truth. But what if she 
wants me? Well, 
if she 
does, why haven't she said a word about it? What the hell, 
I'll just 
pretend I 
didn't hear her.>

After a few minutes of an uncomfortable silence, she asked 
him again. He 
had to 
answer her. Not the truth though. It seemed like he had 
killed somebody and 
was 
being interrogated. <Lie. I'll lie to her. It's just the best 
thing to do.>

"I was sad, that's all. I was home and had nothing to do." He 
turned his 
face to 
the road hoping that she would quit that stupid conversation. 
He wasn't in 
the 
mood to answer her. He didn't know what to answer her.

"And why were you sad?"

"What?" What an odd question? Once again, he decided to 
pretend he wasn't 
really 
following her with that. He'd rather look like a dumb ass 
than answer her. 
He 
realized she knew he was pretty aware of the subject of their 
conversation 
<she's not stupid.>, but he didn't want her to know the 
truth. He didn't 
want 
her to laugh at him.

She decided to gnaw him a little bit. "Why *exactly* were you 
sad? I mean, 
there 
must be a reason, right?" She looked at him to ask that. She 
was smiling. 
She 
was beautifully smiling. But he saw a tiny little smirk on 
her face. 
Besides, 
her eyes never lied. She wanted to hear that he loved her. 
<Then maybe I 
should 
just tell her how I feel about her. But I'm such a coward. I 
can't just say 
that 
to her. It's not easy, even to Spooky Mulder. He'd go to hell 
with and for 
her, 
but he wouldn't say to the woman he loved the truth.>

"I don't know. As I said, I was home alone and needed 
something to distract 
myself." <Happy? I cannot believe she is still willing for 
more answers.> 
He 
started shuffling the doorknob of the car.

"I don't think that's a reasonable reason to get drunk, 
Mulder. I feel 
alone 
most of the days of my life and I don't get drunk because of 
that. Besides, 
you 
have to take care of yourself." He glanced her up and she 
didn't move her 
eyes 
off the road this time.

"What is that suppose to mean?" <What the hell was she 
talking about now? 
What 
about feeling alone? Why hasn't she ever told me that?>

"Well." She made this long and breathy pause before going 
along with that 
pointless conversation. "If everytime you are sad or 
something, you get 
drunk 
you might turn yourself into an alcoholic. And I don't want 
that to 
happen."

<She cares about me. Of course she does, you idiot! After all 
these years 
you 
still had doubts about that? She had gone to every place 
you've asked her, 
she'd 
done every single silly thing you've asked her and you still 
didn't know 
she 
cared about you? I really don't deserve the most amazing 
woman on earth!> 
She 
was worried about him. And he still hasn't said her the 
truth.

"I really appreciate your concern, Scully. But I don't think 
I'll turn 
myself 
into an alcoholic only by drinking a couple days a year. We 
are quite 
different 
with this, don't you think? And we surely get cheered up by 
different ways, 
Scully. What do you do when you feel alone?" <Do you think 
about me? Do you 
touch yourself thinking about me? He knew those were odd 
questions, however 
he 
really wanted to know. Of course, he wouldn't ask her 
though.> 

"I don't know. I just try to get some sleep or read something 
interesting. 
Unfortunately it has never worked. Maybe I should try your 
technique, 
right?" 
<Or maybe I should go to your place so we can get laid or 
something.> She 
chuckled.

She made a turn and they were at his place already.

----------XXX------------

She sat on the couch waiting for him to take a shower and get 
dressed. He 
took 
only a minute to do it all. She was impressed.

The minute she saw him without his beard she smiled 
disappointedly. <Why 
would 
he have to shave? I wish I could tell him how much I like 
it.> 

"What?"

"Nothing. What have I done?" She couldn't just say that he 
looked really 
sexy 
with his beard. She had to keep this to herself.

Mulder let it go, even knowing that she was hiding something.


"Can we go now?"

"What about breakfast, Scully? I'm starving."

"Of course you are after all the drinking you had last 
night." She blurt 
out. 
"We can have some at the airport."

While walking along the hallway, Mulder gazed her. He wanted 
to kiss her 
and 
make love to her right there. As soon as the elevator came, 
he took a deep 
breath and got into it. He never noticed how small his 
elevator was until 
now. 
It was a cubic and he could feel her smell and listen to her 
breathing. He 
had 
serious thoughts about grabbing her right there. He felt his 
dick bulging 
out on 
his pants. Unfortunately <really?> the elevator stopped. In a 
gentleman 
gesture 
or a sarcastic one, he let her go first so he could gaze at 
her even more 
deeply 
without letting her notice him. He had to take another deep 
breath before 
getting out of it.

"I'll drive now, Scully."

She knew he was okay now, but she had to ask. "You're sure?" 
He simply 
nodded.

She turned the radio on. The silence was really embarrassing. 
But the songs 
that 
were playing were even more. Only love songs. There wasn't a 
single jazz 
playing. The air was weird enough to be listening to those 
songs, so Scully 
turned the radio off.

"There's nothing good playing right now. Do you have some cds 
or 
something?"

"No, I don't. I used to. But one of them almost melt. Then I 
decided to 
take 
them out of the car. Sorry."

"It's okay."

Mulder decided to take a short cut since they were already 
really late and 
he 
wanted to take the first flight to Detroit. The rest of their 
way to the 
airport 
was a completely silence, until a shot was heard.

"What the hell..."

"Mulder..." Her voice was weak and almost soundless when she 
stuttered.

"What?"

"I think I got shot."

"What?" He turned his head toward her and saw that there was 
blood all over 
the 
car, including himself. Scully got shot in the chest and was 
bleeding. 
Mulder 
stopped the car, step off of it and looked around. No one. No 
one fucking 
soul 
on the street. Who would have done that? It was impossible to 
say right 
now, 
there were lots of buildings and it could have been anyone.

He came back to the car and looked at her. Beads of sweat 
were breaking out 
on 
her forehead, her eyes were closed and her head was leaned 
backwards. 
Mulder was 
turning the car on again to take her to the hospital when he 
heard someone 
getting next to it.

----------XXX------------

Suddenly he woke up. The first thing he saw was the white 
ceiling. It was 
an 
unknown room. He immediately and desperately looked around 
and saw that 
Scully 
was right next to him. The bleeding has ceased and she was 
also looking 
straight 
at the ceiling. Her eyes were wildly opened and her mouth was 
moving. She 
was 
trying to say something.

"Mulder? Are you awake?" She handled to say those words.

"Yes, Scully. I'm here." He leaned in her direction and 
touched her face 
and her 
hair with his bare hands. She couldn't move. She didn't have 
the strength 
to do 
so.

"I have to get to a hospital, Mulder. Otherwise... Otherwise, 
I don't think 
I... 
I'll survive."

"I know, Scully. I know. I'll do my best to get you out of 
here."

"Get *us* out of here." She whispered and corrected him.

Mulder looked to the room. It was an old room and he didn't 
know where they 
were. He didn't remember anything that had happened since 
Scully got shot. 
He 
stood up and went to the window. There was lots of buildings 
in front of 
where 
they were hiden and he realized it was the same place they 
were supposedly 
kidnapped. He turned back to look at Scully and felt awful. 
She was still 
looking at the ceiling. And he felt the most useless man on 
earth. He 
walked to 
the door and tried desperately and repeatedly opening it.

"Help!!!!!!" He screamed while pounding at the door.

Scully startled with the sound of his voice. Immediately he 
turned back to 
her. 
She was all wet and shivering a lot. She might be cold, he 
thought.

"Mulder."

"Yes?"

"I don't know how to tell you this, but..." She made a pause 
to breath 
calmly 
before being able to continue.

"What?" He looked worried at her. What was he supposed to do? 
He didn't 
have his 
gun and from what he could see, the door was pretty much 
tough to turn down 
and 
he couldn't do it by himself.

"I need clean clothes. This one stinks, I can only smell 
blood. I'm feeling 
hot 
and cold and I'm shivery. I was wondering if you could help 
me."

"What do you want me to do, Scully?" He went back to the bed 
and sat by her 
side. She seemed to feel more comfortable now with his body 
next to hers. 
"Do 
you want me to help you change?" He said with a soothing 
voice that made 
her 
melt.

Tears came to her eyes and fell. With his fingers he wiped 
her tears and 
gave 
her the sweetest grin she had ever seen. She smiled back at 
him and felt 
more 
relieved. She trusted him and knew he'd do everything to get 
them out of 
there. 
It was only a matter of time.

He was scared of what could possibly happen, but he didn't 
want to think 
about 
that. He could only think about helping her change. His mind 
went straight 
from 
helping her to seeing her naked. <How can you think that, 
Mulder? Don't you 
see 
she's in great danger?> 

"I'll be right back." 

He went to the bathroom and saw that there was already a 
chair at it, some 
clean 
towels and some soup. He returned to the bedroom and saw 
Scully trying to 
sit.

"Don't do that by yourself, Scully. Let me help you." He ran 
toward her, 
grabbed 
her by her back, and sat her up. She screamed with the pain. 
"I'm sorry."

"It's not you, Mulder. It's this damn bullet."

"I know. Do you want to stand up to your feet?" She nodded. 
He was already 
holding her when something came up. "Maybe I should carry you 
with my arms 
to 
the bathroom."

"I don't think that's necessary. I think I can walk." As soon 
as she made 
the 
first step, she almost fell.

"Why don't you just stay here and I'll help you?"

"I don't think so, Mulder. The sheets are also dirty. You'll 
have to change 
them 
too."

He finally grabbed her carefully in his arms and walked 
slowly to the 
bathroom, 
despite her efforts for him not to do that. Mulder has 
carried her out 
before, 
but never when she was actually awake. She felt good to be in 
his arms like 
that. But sad because she knew she wasn't going to last much 
time if they 
don't 
get to a hospital pretty soon.

He sat her down in the chair and opened the cabinet to catch 
some towels. 
Fortunately she was wearing a button shirt and it was pretty 
much easy to 
take 
it off. The pants were going to be trouble though. Mulder 
started to take 
her 
shoes off and she had already cried with the pain.

"Should I stop?"

"Please, no. I have to get cleaned."

She was pretty tired now. She had used all her strength 
trying to stand up 
a 
couple of minutes ago and now she could barely move her arms. 
Despite the 
fact 
that she was ill, she was helping him to unbutton her pants. 
He was nervous 
and 
she didn't know if he was afraid to hurt her or to see her 
naked. She 
lifted her 
hips a little high so he could get all her pants off of her 
and she felt so 
much 
pain. In spite of it, she made a huge effort to not scream 
and make Mulder 
more 
concerned about her health.

He was able to see her almost naked now. He felt terrible 
when he saw the 
shot. 
It was this hole full filled with blood. Scully's blood. He 
felt sorry for 
her, 
but terribly guilt. If he had driven through the right road, 
instead of a 
short 
cut, she wouldn't have been injured like that. Noticing 
Mulder's concern, 
she 
tried to calm him down, whimpering.

"I'm going to be fine, Mulder. Don't worry. Try to get these 
towels wet and 
clean me. I'm really hot and I need some water. I know I 
can't drink it, so 
I 
want to a least be cleaned. Please." Her face seemed a little 
better now. 
Her 
color was coming back and she didn't look so pale anymore. 
That made him 
soothed.

He did what she'd ask him to. He wet the towel on the sink 
and started with 
her 
neck. The towel was cold and she moaned with its touch. She 
leaned her head 
backwards and waited for his movements. It was an awkward 
moment and he was 
way 
too embarrassed to move forward.

"Please, Mulder. Go on. This feels so good." So he did, even 
if it was 
reluctantly. Despite his embarrassment, he followed her 
orders and cleaned 
her 
shoulders, her arms and her collarbone.

She was as nervous as he was. But she needed to be cleaned. 
And she didn't 
care 
to be seen naked in front of Mulder. Of course, the situation 
was a little 
awkward now because of their kiss, but what the hell! She was 
hurt.

He reached her breasts and had to take her bra off now. 
"Where do I 
unbutton 
this?"

"In the front." After a few seconds of silence, she asked.

"Mulder?"

"Yes."

"Will you answer me something?"

<Oh, God! She's going to ask me about the kiss. What am I 
suppose to answer 
her 
now?>

"How come men never know how to take a woman's bra off?"

He giggled in relief. His heart beating slowed down a little. 
<She probably 
doesn't even remember it anymore, Mulder. Move on, man.>

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. I just don't know the answer to your question. Is 
that true that 
other 
men don't know how to do it? I thought I was the only one." 
<See, you can 
have a 
regular conversation with your partner! Despite the fact that 
she's about 
to get 
completely naked in front of you.>

"Well, you are definitely not."

His hands were on her bra and he unbuttoned it with some 
difficulty. He was 
affraid of hurting her and of his own reaction to see her 
naked. Finally he 
took 
it off and saw her beautiful breasts. They were simply 
wonderful, round and 
white with little pink nipples. In addition, their size was 
perfect. His 
hands 
were big, he knew that, but her breasts would perfect match 
his hands. He 
gazed 
at her for a while. She was an astonishing woman. He couldn't 
move his 
eyes. He 
was gawking open-mouthed at her. She felt wonderful to be 
gazed and admired 
like 
that by the man she loved. It made her feel very special. It 
was thrilling. 
But 
he should continue doing his job.

"Are you ever going to clean me up?" He blushed. He was 
*really* red and 
really 
embarrassed. Scully has never seen Mulder blushing that way. 
Not that she 
could 
recall, anyway.

"You don't need to blush, Mulder."

He just glanced shyly at her and started his movements 
throughout her body. 
Her 
skin was soft and even with the smell of blood he could feel 
her true 
smell. Her 
perfume. Scully was certain now that Mulder loved her. Words 
were 
completely 
useless. They didn't have to say a word about anything. 
Silence and 
tenderness 
were the only things going on.

Scully was always looking at him. Looking at the man who was 
helping her 
now. In 
spite of his embarrassment, he was there for her. He was 
cleaning her up 
with a 
wet towel and he was going to dress her up. Although she knew 
how he felt 
about 
her, there was still an unanswered question on her mind. And 
she had to ask 
him. 
There must be an explanation for that act. He wouldn't do it 
for no reason. 
Plus, they have been together for more than five years now 
and that had 
never 
happened before. There was obviously something going on 
there.

He finished to clean her and backed away. She looked at him. 
"Get some 
clean 
clothes in my bag. Bra, shirt, pants, underwear, anything. 
Just pick them 
up." 
Before he was able to stand up, she murmured. "But first! 
Come here." She 
opened 
her arms and hold him tightly. "Thank you, Mulder. For 
everything." She 
whispered in his ears.

----------XXX------------

The bed was clean. Mulder had changed the sheets and Scully 
was sleeping 
since 
they got back to the room. She wore jeans and a white v-neck 
sweater. He 
was sat 
next to her on the bed with his eyes closed. His mind was on 
Scully. How 
could 
she be this wonderful? How could she be so comfortable with 
him after all 
he did 
to her? After all the pain she's been through the five years 
they've been 
together. He was completely concentrated on his thoughts when 
she spoke. He 
shivered.

"How come you haven't taken a shower, Mulder?"

"Are you awake?" He looked at her. She was way much better, 
at least she 
looked 
better. "Are you feeling any better?"

"Yes. Go and take a shower." Noticing the concerned look in 
his eyes, she 
spoke 
with a grin on her face. "I'll be fine." 

He stood up and went straight to the bathroom. As she watched 
her beautiful 
and 
loving partner walking down the room to get to the bathroom, 
she started 
crying. 
She wanted to live to be with him. But she wasn't sure now if 
she was going 
to 
make it. She had stopped bleeding, but it still hurt and she 
didn't know 
what 
was going on inside her body. And there was no sign of 
anybody outside the 
room 
they were. She sighed with that thought and started sobbing. 
Mulder heard 
it 
from the bathroom and got out of there quickly, wearing only 
his boxers and 
almost falling on the floor, which made her smirk a little.

"What? What happened? Are you okay?" He came closer to her 
and touched her 
forehead tenderly as if she had a fever or something. She 
gazed him and 
shuddered. Her stomach was constricting already and she 
restrained herself 
from 
kissing him right there, before they'd be able to talk 
anything. She wanted 
the 
answer.

"Why did you kiss me, Mulder?"

He looked admiringly and surprised at her. Then he gave her a 
wild and 
toothy 
grin. His eyes closed a little like they always did when he 
smiled at her. 
Then 
he answered her.

"Because I needed to, Scully." He wasn't afraid anymore. He 
couldn't lose 
another opportunity to tell her how he felt about her. During 
his bath, as 
though it was a pretty short one, he had had the time to 
think about this 
whole 
situation and had already decided to tell her. She didn't say 
a word. Just 
waited. "Well, Scully. At first, it was supposed to be an 
innocent kiss. 
You do 
remember what we were working on and the danger we were 
running ourselves 
into, 
don't you?"

She nodded and the little corner of her mouth started moving. 
"Well, back 
then, 
we had to kiss. Otherwise, we were going to be dead right 
there." He sighed 
and 
was quiet for a few moments. As if he was waiting for her to 
say something. 
Since she didn't, he went on talking. "As soon as our lips 
touched, I... I 
was 
unable to breath normally anymore." He made a short stop in 
attempt to find 
the 
perfect words to tell her his feelings. When he did found 
them, he went on. 
"I 
just desperately fell in love with you, Scully. I didn't want 
this to 
happen. 
You'll have to forgive me, but I couldn't deny it anymore." 
She was near 
tears 
when she finally had the strengh and the voice to say 
something.

"Mulder." She gently clutched his arm trying to make him 
understand or feel 
what 
she was feeling only by the touch of her hand. "Why didn't 
you say anything 
after we kissed?"

"I just chickened out, Scully. I didn't and don't know how 
you feel about 
me. I 
was scared that you might quit working with me if you knew 
how I felt. 
Actually 
I still am. But I don't care now. I just want us to get out 
of here. I want 
to 
see you better. And I don't mind if you leave me after this, 
well, I do, 
but at 
least you'll know how I feel about you. And I'll know that 
you are feeling 
better."

She sat on the bed amazingly easily and gazed him. She smiled 
and grabbed 
his 
hands with hers. He gazed her back and also sat next to her 
on the bed.

"Do you really don't know how I feel about you, Mulder?" He 
moved his head 
from 
one side to another. She couldn't believe he actually didn't 
know that her 
heart 
did beat fast every time she saw him or even only by 
listening to his 
voice. "I 
simply love you, Mulder."

Did Scully have any idea how deeply she was affecting him 
with that 
statement? 
<I don't believe she loves me. I don't deserve her. Why is 
she doing this 
to 
me?>. Noticing his pity look, she pictured what was on his 
mind. He was 
probably 
thinking she was doing that for pity. "What's wrong, Mulder? 
Isn't that 
what you 
want to hear? I know it is what I want to say, if that's the 
problem. I'm 
not 
doing this for pity or something. I want you to understand 
that. Do you 
understand that, Mulder?"

He was speechless and simply nodded. His mouth opened and he 
gave her the 
most 
amazing grin she had ever seen. Since she couldn't move 
herself toward him, 
he 
shifted and came closer to her. He climbed the bed completely 
and she 
buried her 
face on his chest. This was all she wanted right now, she 
felt utterly 
overwhelmed with this new sensation. Love was bulging out the 
room and 
Scully 
actually thought that anyone who would come near them would 
feel it. The 
shield 
that both of them had built since they were teenagers or 
children had been 
definitely broken. All of the things that they thought 
they've been 
pursuing had 
no importance now, they've found what they've really been 
pursuing since a 
long 
time ago, love.

They rested for a long time in the same position until the 
door was 
suddenly 
opened. Mulder jerked his body out of the bed and Scully 
stayed still. The 
assailant was moving faster to enter the room and they could 
see who he 
was.

Skinner. Yes, Assistant Director Walter Skinner.

Mulder gasped and felt like jump into him and choking him 
until he died. 
But he 
simply ran his hand through his hair two or three times 
nervously. Always 
glancing at Scully. Neither of them spoke a word.

"Mulder. Scully. I..." His voice trailed off hesitantly and 
fearfully, as 
he saw 
the look on their faces.

Mulder couldn't hold himself anymore, he suddenly moved in 
Skinner's 
direction, 
glaring at him and his hands met Skinner's throat. Then he 
blurt out. "What 
are 
you doing here? Did you came to accomplish your duty, you son 
of a bitch?" 
Skinner's face was becoming blue when Mulder heard her voice 
far away from 
him.

"Stop, Mulder. Please, stop." She was sobbing. Mulder let 
Skinner alone, 
trying 
to breath, and ran to meet Scully.

"What's wrong?" A wave of worriness passed throughout his 
entire body when 
he 
saw the look on her face. She was scared, she had only seen 
madness in 
Mulder's 
face.

"Mulder, I don't want you to kill him." She was filled with 
the utter 
despair at 
the prospect of seing him hurting someone. She held him 
tightly with her 
arms in 
attempt to calm him down a little. He ran his hands through 
her hair, 
dripped 
down her tear and smiled.

"I won't, Scully. Don't worry. I'll be fine... We'll be 
fine." She felt 
better 
now. She believe in Mulder. He glared at Skinner one more 
time and headed 
to him 
to help him stand up. After his *big* help, Mulder went back 
to bed with 
Scully. 
She whispered something for him that he couldn't quite listen 
and he leaned 
closer to her and she touched his ear with her mouth. A 
ripple of 
sensations ran 
through his body and he shuddered only by the touch of her 
mouth.

"Why don't you put your pants on, sweety?" He gave her a 
goofy grin that 
she 
knew that it was because she had called him 'sweety'. Scully 
knew that 
Mulder 
have never been called like that by someone he really cared 
about and he 
was 
thrilled. Scully could see his chest getting bigger with the 
air he had 
breathed. 


Skinner watched the whole scene from a chair in front of 
their bed. He was 
chuffed that the two of his best agents ever were getting 
together and he 
chuckle. Of course that according to the FBI protocol that 
wasn't allowed. 
Well, 
he just shrug. He actually shuddered to think both of them in 
good healthy 
and 
going to work like they used to. He started talking.

"Agent Scully, I'm really sorry about your chest." Mulder 
glared him so 
icily 
that he froze before continuing. "I really am. Plans went a 
little bit 
wrong. I 
just want the best for you."

"As much as I respect you, Sir. I can't actually believe that 
you are doing 
a 
good thing keeping us locked in here. How come?" Scully said 
calmly.

"Unfortunately, I'm the one who's keeping you guys here." 
Mulder whipped 
and got 
closer to him. "Come down, Agent Mulder." He sighed. "I had 
to stop you. 
But I'm 
damn sorry that Scully got shot. That wasn't in the plans. 
She was just... 
just 
there."

Mulder squinched up his muscles. Only the thought of Scully 
being hurt made 
him 
terribly tense. Skinner was squirming a lot, which made 
Scully nervous. He 
glanced her. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "What are 
you telling us, 
Sir? 
I'm trying to stay cool enough about this, but you are not 
helping us. I 
got 
shot and am still really hurt. Please, word up."

"Okay. But you have to understand why I did this and you must 
forgive me." 
He 
waited until they nod. "Anyway, a couple of days ago, I was 
sitting in my 
office 
when CSM came in. He said that I should assign you both to 
the Moore case. 
I 
didn't understand why, because it isn't even an X File. But I 
had to follow 
orders." They both nodded and Scully asked for Mulder's help 
to move her 
position in the bed. Skinner was feeling pretty bad with 
that. He was 
responsible for it. He was responsible for Scully's life now. 
He started 
shaking 
and that was fidgeting Scully. <Stop, for Christ sake.>

"Anyway, you were working on the case when I heard." He made 
this long 
pause and 
took a deep breath. His chest bulge out and his gaze met 
Scully's. What was 
he 
trying to say? What was so terribly horrible that was keeping 
him from 
speaking 
normally?

"Heard what?" Mulder shouted.

In attempt to find better words to say it, he shut his mouth 
for a while, 
which 
made his two agents agonize. "That they were thinking about 
taking Agent 
Scully 
again with them."

She was staggered to hear that. Couldn't believe her ears. 
Her eyes went 
glassy 
and a ripple of fear ran her whole body and made her shudder. 
She gazed at 
Mulder and he had the same expression on his face she had. 
Her gaze finally 
met 
his and he could see the fear in her eyes. 

She didn't want to go through all of that again. She didn't 
know if she was 
going to come back as she did the last time she was taken. 

As if reading her thoughts, Mulder said. "You are not going 
to go again. I 
won't 
let them take you away from me." He touched her ears and 
moved his fingers 
up 
and down. She was shivering. Near tears. "I've suffered 
enough for a life 
time."

"I'd rather die right now than going with that men again." 
she muttered 
while 
gazing at Mulder. He was worried. She could see and feel it. 
But also, she 
knew 
the truth. "But I don't think you or anyone else can do 
anything for me, 
Mulder. 
I must grant my fate."

Mulder knew that was true. He could do nothing. But how could 
she accept 
that? 
He couldn't. He was the one shaky now. Blurr filled his brain 
and sight 
while he 
was thrashing around the room.

"I know you are in shock. I just... I just didn't know what 
to do. Forgive 
me, 
please." Skinner said.

"How did you catch us? I mean, we got a short cut on our way 
to the 
airport." 
Mulder's stomach was fluttering.

"Well, Agent Mulder. We've been following you since I heard 
the *news*."

Scully jerked awkwardly and whimpered. "Why do they want to 
take me again? 
Haven't they done enough tests already?" Mulder could barely 
believe 
Scully's 
strength. Despite the frustration and despair, she was 
extremely calm. <She 
must 
have really granted her fate. "Why don't you tell them I 
don't have my ovas 
anymore? I'm useless to them."

Skinner took his glasses off and looked straight into her 
eyes. "They want 
exactly the opposite, Agent Scully." He breathed for a while, 
making things 
even 
more tense than they already were. "They want to put your 
ovas back to 
where 
they belong."

Wow! That was way too far. Scully's eyes lost direction and 
she was looking 
nowhere. For one second, she actually thought that that was 
good for her. 
She'd 
finally be able to have babies. To have a normal life like 
every other 
woman on 
earth. She glanced at Mulder. Unless he was suffering from an 
internal 
bleeding, 
his face showed what was going through his mind. The same 
that was on hers. 
She 
hold his hand tightly and said soothingly.

"I really want to have babies, Mulder." Rationally speaking, 
she sighed and 
lied 
to him. "But if I have to go with them to be able to have 
that, I'd rather 
be 
exactly the way I am."

His eyes showed his relief, even though he knew she lied. 
Moreover, they 
both 
knew that nothing could be done and their only hope was that 
those man gave 
her 
up.

She moved her eyes to meet Skinner's. Her voice was soothing 
and calm. 
"Sir, I 
know you are doing the best you can, but... But I don't think 
this will 
work." 
He opened his mouth to talk but she made him stop. "I think 
you should know 
that. They know where I am. I have the chip right here in my 
neck" She 
pointed 
it with her hands. "And there's nothing you can do. There's 
nothing *we* 
can do. 
You know what happens if I take if off."

She sighed once again and waited for one of them to talk. But 
neither one 
of 
them did. "My point is that I want to get out of here. This 
shot really 
hurts 
and I can't take it anymore. Mulder was helping me get 
cleaned, but it 
doesn't 
really help. I want to recover my strength and fight against 
these men. 
They 
will find me wherever I am. No matter where. I'll always be 
somewhere to be 
found."

Mulder gave her the sweetest grin ever and she knew he 
understood her. They 
looked at Skinner. He realized there was nothing to be done 
anymore. He 
just had 
to let them leave. So he did.

----------XXX------------

Home was the best place Scully could be right now. Relieved, 
that was what 
she 
was feeling. Mulder was running some errands, because there 
was nothing 
eatable 
at her place. Despite all his efforts to stay with her and 
call some 
grocery 
story to deliver the food, she made up his mind.

She was hungry and needed something to eat. Mulder was so 
sweet these days. 
He 
was so worried about her. About her being taken away from him 
again. She 
could 
see it right into his eyes. Then she remembered the kiss. And 
now she was 
sure 
he loved her. Looking back, she recalled all the years 
they've been working 
together. And she smiled when she recover their first case 
ever. She'd 
already 
showed him her body. She smirked.

She's been through so many things with him. they completely 
trusted each 
other. 
Words were unnecessary. She just knew by the way he acted. To 
amazes her 
more, 
he trusted someone who thought so differently from him. 
Only one year after they met, she was abducted. He was the 
one who brought 
her 
back. His strength. His beliefs. 

Now they were taking her back. She didn't know she could 
handle the 
suffering 
again. It was too much suffering for a life time. But she had 
to think 
about 
Mulder and her babies. How was he going to be if she died or 
never came 
back? 
That wasn't even supposed to be running her brain. <I will 
make it.>

Her thoughts were over when she heard Mulder getting into the 
apartment.

"Hey, sweet girl! How you are doing?" He entered the bedroom 
with a basket 
of 
fruit in one hand and diet coke on the other hand.

Scully gave him a toothy grin. He smiled. "You must be 
*hungry*." He came 
closer 
to her and sat on the bed right next to her chest. She could 
feel his heart 
pounding so fast when he leaned toward her to put a grape in 
her mouth. 
This was 
really awesome. Unfortunately she was ill, because she felt 
like pulling 
him 
even closer to her and kissing him for the rest of her life. 
She swallowed 
the 
grape and asked for more.

"Calm down, red head. Let's eat one at time."

"Come on, Mulder. I'm really hungry. Besides you don't want 
me to kill you 
now, 
do you?"

<No, but I'd really want you to kiss me now.> "I don't think 
you can kill 
me 
now." He smirked and gave her a bunch of grapes.

They almost ate the entire basket and Scully felt sick to her 
stomach. 
"Well, 
Mulder, I'm pretty full now and I feel weak. You shouldn't 
have brought so 
many 
fruits."

"You shouldn't have eaten so many fruits. Try to get some 
sleep now." He 
stood 
up, put her the sheets and walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" He turned around to look at her.

"The couch."

"I realize you don't like beds that much, but could you 
please, stay here 
with 
me tonight?"

He couldn't deny her that. She was asking him and that wasn't 
easy. "Do you 
want 
me to sleep in the bed with you? You heard what the doctor 
said about that, 
didn't you?" It sound pretty pathetic the way his voice came 
from his 
mouth.

"I don't believe him totally. I'm a doctor, I know what's bad 
for my 
healthy. 
Besides, he mentioned sex. Not just lie down." She knew she 
was teasing him 
and 
making him blush, but she wanted to be with him tonight, no 
matter what the 
doctor had said. She didn't want to admit it out loud but she 
was kind of 
having 
the feeling that she was going to be taken away tonight. And 
if she did, 
she 
would've at least been with Mulder for her last minutes.

"Okay." He came to the bed and managed himself on it. Static 
and looking at 
the 
ceiling it is. Scully turned to look at him and smiled to see 
how nervous 
he 
was.

"Don't worry, Mulder. You can relax. I just want to be with 
you tonight. I 
don't 
know if this is going to be our last night together." Before 
even finishing 
her 
sentence she buried her head into his chest, grabbed his arm 
and put it on 
her 
back, so he'd be holding her. Both of them felt comfortable 
and safe.

It wasn't Scully's regular behavior, but she didn't know what 
was going to 
happen to her and she didn't want to waste any time. When you 
know that you 
are 
near death or near something really bad, you just want to 
spend the rest of 
your 
time with the person you love. And that person was Mulder. He 
was the one 
for 
her. She needed him, she envisaged their future together.

"This is good, Scully." He arranged himself and hold her 
tighter. She felt 
even 
more comfortable. They didn't say a word anymore and fell 
asleep.

Three minutes after midnight, Mulder felt this urge need to 
go to the 
bathroom. 
Blinking lots of time per second, he was finally able to wild 
open his eyes 
and 
see Scully sleeping. Her head on his lap. For a second he was 
turned on, 
because 
of the little space between her head and his cock. <Come on, 
man. Don't do 
that. 
She's still sick.>

Calmly he hold her head with his two hands and lay it down on 
her pillow. 
It was 
thrilling and overwhelming to see her safe. He smiled himself 
admiringly 
with 
the view of the woman sleeping right next to him and sighed.

Slowly and carefully, he stood up and almost ran to the 
bathroom. After 
letting 
go all of his body natural liquid, he flushed.

While holding the knob, he was froze. <Oh! God!> The same 
useless sensation 
he 
felt when they were taking his sister. He saw through around 
the door an 
extremely bright and white light. 

They were taking Scully.

He could do nothing. He was still froze. 

"Take me!!! Don't take her, please." He screamed from the 
bathroom even 
knowing 
that no one would listen to him. It was worth to try though. 
Tears feel 
from his 
eyes.

The salt liquid was still burning his face when the light 
disappeared and 
he was 
able to move again. Hopeless and sobbing, he opened the door 
and saw 
nothing but 
the bed where he and Scully were lying down so quietly only a 
few minutes 
ago.

She has been taken away. 

They did take her away. 

What were they possibly going to do her again?

He squatted down, rubbed his hands over his face and sobbed.

"SCULLY????????????"

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That's all I've got so far!!! Part II is coming to a web site 
near you!!!

I'd love to have feedback, but please, be nice! This isn't my 
first story, 
actually my third, but it's the first I have the guts to 
post. I'm not a 
native 
English speaker, I'm Brazilian. Anyway, thanks for reading 
it!!!