INTRODUCTION:
In light of recent discussions about the content of author introductions I'm going to keep this short. After all what the hell to you care about my personal motivations. What difference is it to you that I wrote this in a sugar frenzy following the ingestion of four cans of over-sweetened soft drink (which only goes to prove my theory that <insert brand name> should only be used as a mixer with more mature beverages). I'm not saying "gee, I dashed this off in 10 mins" because I didn't. (Hell.... it takes me 5 minutes to decide how to sign my name on a cheque). Nor am I going to say "I don't normally write this kind of thing". (I don't - it's drivel, but since I'm coming up from a 6 week battle with writer's block drivel is better than nothing).

I can't thank anyone for their support and advice. Of the 3 people I showed this to, one questioned my sanity, the second wanted to know the background story (!? as if I knew!) and the third is still comatose with shock. I can't even cite my inspiration (actually I could, but I'm not going to - see Summary)

DISCLAIMER:
If I owned the rights to Mulder and Scully do you really think I'd be wasting my time here? No! I'd be back on Santorini sipping dry white wine and tanning my toenails. ( I wish I was - it's 9 degrees (Celsius) here and I have a housemate who insists on leaving every window in the house open. Ever tried to type wearing 3 pairs of gloves?)

RATING:
NC-17 for graphic sexual description.
Just kidding.
It doesn't even make PG. In reality it's a G. So squeaky you'd think Disney wrote it.

SUMMARY:
Like the chicken joke, if you don't get it - you don't get it. Read the story.

I have names for them. All of them.

You'd think it was simple.

No way. Each has a subtle difference.

Learning to recognise them wasn't easy. But I learnt.

Observed, noted, catalogued. Filed away under the appropriate alphabet character.

I've even cross referenced. I had to - so often does one lead to another.

But then, that's me. The way I think.

Order above chaos. Point to point. Left foot, right foot.

The last three days have been hell. Everything from A to Z and back again.

My file clerk is exhausted. I am weary.

A tightening pressure stirs me.

"Scully?"

"I'm here Mulder." I clutch his hand in return.

His face flickers in response, once, twice, three..., "Good" then lapses back into sleep.

My mental file clerk scrambles to work. But it is not necessary.

Of all Mulder's faces, those I love the best.

Trust, Love, Comfort.