Inflections I (1/1) by banlu

Title:  Inflections I
Author:  banlu
Email: banlutoo@yahoo.com

Archive:  *DO NOT ARCHIVE* to ephemeral, Gossamer; 
Already there. Anyone else, please ask.  
I like to know it's gone to a nice home.

Rating:  G

Category:  V/A

Spoilers:  None

Keywords: Mulder/Scully

Summary:  The sound of her voice...

Comments:  We've heard Scully say Mulder's name so 
many ways, I just thought I'd put some of them in one 
place.  I've written a companion piece, "Inflections 
II".  I'd prefer them to be read in order, but they 
each can stand alone.

Disclaimer:  No matter how hard I wish, they still 
aren't mine.

Thanks:  To mimic, who has helped me take the step 
from reader to writer.

Date written:  September 2001, revised June 2002


Inflections I
by banlu



"Mulder."

A declaration of her arrival.



"Mulder."

Slightly higher on the end now, a cross between an 
announcement of her presence and a query as to his 
location.



"Mulder?"

This time more question than statement.



"Mulder?"

A little louder, the word drawn out in a definite 
question.



"Mulder?"

Now a sing-song calling of his name while she moved 
through his apartment.



"Mulder?"

A bit of puzzlement as she entered the empty bedroom.



"Mulder."

Back to a statement, with a bit of exasperation 
thrown in.



"Mulder."

Short and quick, with a touch of anger.



"Mulder?"

Anxiousness, in response to a sound from his closet.



"Mulder!"

Surprise and fear at the sight of his slumped form on 
the closet floor.



"Mulder!"

Sharp with worry while her hands searched his body 
for injuries.



"Mulder?"

A plea for his response. 



"Mulder."

Despair dropped the last syllable, while her hand 
stroked his hair.



"Mulder?"

Hopefulness when his eyes opened.



"Mulder?"

An "are-you-ok" concern behind his name.



"Mulder."

A sigh of relief as he nodded his head.



"Mulder."

The voice of love.


end 


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