Mwaha. I know I promised myself I'd stay away from these, but here it is: my first XF songfic, done
medium well, or alternately, to Avril Lavigne's 'Things I'll Never Say'. Smoochies to her for being
such a great singer.
Yeeha! Disclaimerness: X-Files not mine. Blah, blah, Chris Carter, blah, blah, Ten
Thirteen, blah, blah. Now you *so* can't sue.

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--I'm feeling nervous, trying to be so perfect, cause I know you're worth it--
A knock on the door - adrenaline rush. She said she'd be here.
Straighten my jacket and go to the door. Grasp the handle... take a deep breath.
"Mulder?" Muffled. Impatient.
Open the door. Flash of red hair and a black coat.
--you're worth it, yeah--
"Finally. Let's get going - our flight leaves in half an hour."
Our flight. We'll review files, cases - no time for chitchat. She doesn't know me.
--if I could say what I wanna say, I'd say I wanna blow you away--
"Mulder?"
Snap out of it - she's waiting at the door, looking puzzled. "Mulder, what is it?"
Look at her... always beautiful, no matter what the situation. Can't help but daydream.
--be with you every night, am I squeezing you too tight?--
"Late night, I guess. I don't know, maybe I'm just depressed."
Or maybe I'm pining.
--if I could say what I wanna see, I wanna see you go down on one knee--
"Well... there's an X-File here that might help that, or it might add to it. You never know. Come
on."
She holds out her hand. Can't she see? I miss her when she's gone. I hurt when she's near.
I open my mouth.
...she has to know.
--marry me today, guess I'm wishing my life away--
"Yeah. I'm coming."
--with these things I'll never say.--

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Ok, first attempt at a songfic. I accept praise, constructive criticism, Mastercard, and squid.