RST

Elizabeth's fingers flew across the keys, finishing up the story that she'd been slowly working away on for the past couple of days. After the customary "The End" was typed in, she sat back and scrolled down the story again, re-reading her work.

It was fluff. She knew it was fluff.

Every single one of the stories that she managed to write turned out to be RST fluff. In each of them, Scully and Mulder wound up together, living happily ever after.

And she knew it was because her own desires for love and companionship bled over into the fantasy world of the X-Files. She knew that she wasn't just writing Scully and Mulder in the stories, she was writing herself and John.

Living out her fantasies through her writing, just using different names.

It was her way of loving without heartbreak.