Magic and Mystery
by Pam Gamble
I12blv2@cs.com

Summary: Not provided at author's request
Category:  H, MSR
Archive: If you want, but I'd like to know where it is


Rainbow colored orbs dart, red colliding with blue with brown with
green with red again.  Gentle clacks, spinning across white, muted
space.

A large finger hovers as though directed by Michelangelo.  Lowers with
increasing pressure onto the red orb until it is obliterated.
Shattered, its innards blend into the blankness below.  Shards of red
radiate from an absent center, smaller wedges of dark brown core now
visible.

Now, the finger and the thumb surround the blue orb, lifting it away
from the others, its white markings the only visible sign that it is a
member of this group.

After a moment, the blue orb drops soundlessly, its markings rotating
as it spins end over end, landing with a dull clack among the others of
its kind.  For the moment, it has been spared.

A yellow orb, lying at the periphery of the collective, will not so
easily escape its fate.  It, too, is raised, its markings observed to
match the others of the group.  With no mercy the finger and thumb
increase pressure, flattening the orb between them.  Bits of yellow and
dark brown rain gently back down to the blankness below.

As a final insult, the finger chooses the largest shard of sunshine
yellow, prying the outer layer away with a meticulous flick of the
fingernail.  The exposed brown core is left unprotected, oozing to fill
the tiny creases at the joints of the fingers.  With the precision of a
scientist, the brown, nearly liquified core is now smeared across the
white landscape below, where it can be analyzed more easily.

"Mulder, what the hell are you doing?"

An absent-minded shake of the head.  "It's just not natural,
Scully. 'Melt in your mouth, not in your hand'.  Thumb and finger rub
together, partially blocking the concerned press of his lips.  "Tell me
there aren't supernatural forces at work here."

Scully sighed, a grin hiding behind her stern expression.  "Our tax
dollars at work."  Well-manicured fingers plucked through the pile of
candies scattered across Mulder's desk blotter.  "Aren't there greater
mysteries we could be investigating?"

Mulder watched the handful of colorful spots pass between her lips, one
at a time, including the once-pardoned blue.  Her eyebrow raised,
pulling his libido with it on an invisible string.

"I mean, Mulder, if you want to explore the great mysteries of the
universe," she leaned slowly in over his desk, "what about that green
M&M theory?"

Now cloaked in her shadow, the remaining orbs quivered slightly,
seeming to move of their own volition.  In reality they were moving
only in reaction to the greater forces joining above them, a ripple of
power that would leave nothing untouched.  And as the two shadows
eclipsed the atmosphere above, the tiny multi-colored world became
almost unbearably hot and humid.  Heat and fire licked at their
surfaces, causing irreparable fissures in their outer casings.  Warm
brown goo exploded from between the cracks, tiny puddles of evidence
the only proof of their previous existence.

Mulder, a god who had created his world and then left it to ruin, might
once have shown some interest in this phase of his
investigation.  But because one night Dana Scully made a monumental
decision, once decided that all the roads in her life led directly to
Fox Mulder; the world would never know that some things do indeed cause
M&M's to melt.

-end

I don't know what caused this--lack of sleep? too much caffeine?