Title:  Inflections II
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 his voice...

Comments:  I love it when Mulder's voice catches on 
the "k" sound in Scully.  This is a companion piece 
to "Inflections I".  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:  June 2002

Inflections II
by banlu



"Scully."

A statement to draw her attention to the child's body 
on the floor.



"Scully."

A little more forcefully, making sure he was heard 
over the hubbub of the crime scene.



"Scully?"

A 'where-are-you' aspect raised the end when he 
turned around to look for her.



"Scully?"

Louder and longer now as he left the room and 
wandered into the hall.



"Scully?"

A touch of exasperation mixed with the question.



"Scully?"

Shortened by impatience while he searched the other 
rooms.



"Scully?"

Rising concern, revealed by the catch at the 
beginning of her name.



"Scully?"

The last syllable rose and lengthened, almost a plea.



"Scully?"

An implied "is-that-you?" in response to a thump from 
behind the next door.



"Scully?"

A "do-you-need-help" shout as he rattled the handle.



"Scully?"

Tightened by fear while he forced open the door.



"Scully."

Relief dropped the end when he saw her standing at a  
window.



"Scully?"

Curiosity raised it again as he approached her.



"Scully?"

Soft and low, as he met her tear-filled eyes.



"Scully."

Choked by sadness when he realized the girl had 
looked like Emily.



"Scully."

A private whisper carressing her in understanding.



"Scully."

The voice of love.


end


Feedback:  banlutoo@yahoo.com

The conceited part of me wants it, the humble part 
doesn't, and the insecure part fears it.  What kind 
of answer you'll get depends on which part of me 
reads it.  So send at your own risk.