TITLE: Things No One Notices
AUTHOR: Tabula Rasa
DISTRIBUTION: I'd be honored, of course, but I'm thinking I'd like to run
KEYWORDS: Relationship consistent with the show. Ha ha.
SPOILERS: Per Manum
DISCLAIMER: If they were mine, a lot of trouble would've been avoided.
But now look what's happened.
SUMMARY: I'm going to have to go with the title for this one.
TIMELINE: Ooh, that's a tricky one. Whenever the flashback scenes
in "Per Manum" took place. This would a post-ep.
NOTES: Like I said, a very short post-ep for Per Manum, right on time,
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"Permit thou not me to be judged according to the mouths of the multitude."~The
Book Of Coming Forth By Day, Chapter 1
If they were distracted during meetings, it was no different than usual.
It didn't matter what he was doodling-- aliens or the shape of her hair
or baby bassinets-- because it was always something. If she wrote
down lists when no one was talking, it didn't matter, because no one was
paying enough attention. If anyone noticed they were devoid of questions
at the end, no one remarked upon it. They did not appear any more
eager to escape to the basement than usual.
If Mulder and Scully looked happy, it was not worthy of notice by the office
gossips anymore. They had long ago been pegged and pigeonholed, and
if their latest exploits were not attracting the attention of OPR or the
press, they were not something of note around the bullpen.
Even if this had been something public, something not very much between
the two of them.
There were better, more scandalous things to talk about than whether or
not Agent Mulder's step was lighter.
Assistant Director Skinner might have been the only one who marked the
smiles ticking constantly around the corners of their mouths; the underlying
energy or nervousness that made even Agent Scully seem restless.
And Skinner had spent so long in the crucible his loyalty was soldered
to them, and he gave no indication of noticing anything. So the new
way they gazed at things in the air unseen by anyone except the two of
them remained itself unseen.
If they were lighter, happier, freer with a smile; if the glances they
traded were different and mixed with shy smiles that weren't there before,
it was not as interesting as who would win the next promotion.
After all, everyone knew they'd been sleeping together for years.
If they were not fighting, it wasn't exciting. Agreeable, if distracted,
lovers were not the event a lover's quarrel was.
If they watched the calendar closely, it was only obvious to each other.
If pens flew out of nerveless hands, if bouncing knees were banged on the
undersides of desks, they hid it well.
And when they fell silent, and still, and dark again, no one noticed that
either, not as long as he still escorted her silently to the basement,
his hand fragile on her back.
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