Fresh-faced, Dana turns to her partner, her makeup removed and hair pulled back. "What do you mean, what happened? You were there."
"You know what I mean," says Sam with exaggerated patience. "You and Bill. You were out there talking when I was helping with the dishes."
"Sam, I..."
"I love the fact that you still think I don't notice these things."
Dana has her hand poised over her tub of face cream, but she's not going to be able to put it on until Sam is done. "I don't see any point to involving you in my family issues," she says defensively. "It wouldn't be productive, and it wouldn't solve anything."
And it's none of your business, she nearly adds, but bites her tongue.
She want to keep some distance, but she doesn't want to hurt Sam. She does anyway, inadvertently, when she replies that Bill doesn't need a reason to give his sister a hard time, that's just the way brothers are.
There definitely is a delicate emotional dance being done here. Samantha does seem to want more than her Dana Scully is willing to give her, at least for now. Maybe she just wants a deeper friendship; that would not be an unusual thing for a woman to feel toward a friend. Maybe she wants more than friendship.
"You still haven't told me what you were talking about," Sam replies after a moment's pause. She is expert at deflecting the occasional probe that Dana tentatively extends into her own psyche.
"And I'm not going to."
Sam's shrug is eloquent, a work of art in itself. "OK. You win. I guess it's bedtime, then. You Scullys sure do get up early."
As she slopes out of the room, it's obvious that this is a ploy. Even the curve of her long, pajama-clad back says that she's just waiting for Dana to relent, to call her back and explain everything. But Dana, Dana knows what's good for her, and she's not budging.
There is much more than could be said about these stories. In a way, I haven't even scratched the surface of the gender issues and the identity issues Naraht's fic raises. But as a reader, I still feel frustrated by her lack of follow through with this scenario. Until/unless more is written, I think I always will.
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Dana knows what's good for her, Part Two.
Date: 2009-03-30 12:53 am (UTC)Fresh-faced, Dana turns to her partner, her makeup removed and hair pulled back. "What do you mean, what happened? You were there."
"You know what I mean," says Sam with exaggerated patience. "You and Bill. You were out there talking when I was helping with the dishes."
"Sam, I..."
"I love the fact that you still think I don't notice these things."
Dana has her hand poised over her tub of face cream, but she's not going to be able to put it on until Sam is done. "I don't see any point to involving you in my family issues," she says defensively. "It wouldn't be productive, and it wouldn't solve anything."
And it's none of your business, she nearly adds, but bites her tongue.
She want to keep some distance, but she doesn't want to hurt Sam. She does anyway, inadvertently, when she replies that Bill doesn't need a reason to give his sister a hard time, that's just the way brothers are.
There definitely is a delicate emotional dance being done here. Samantha does seem to want more than her Dana Scully is willing to give her, at least for now. Maybe she just wants a deeper friendship; that would not be an unusual thing for a woman to feel toward a friend. Maybe she wants more than friendship.
"You still haven't told me what you were talking about," Sam replies after a moment's pause. She is expert at deflecting the occasional probe that Dana tentatively extends into her own psyche.
"And I'm not going to."
Sam's shrug is eloquent, a work of art in itself. "OK. You win. I guess it's bedtime, then. You Scullys sure do get up early."
As she slopes out of the room, it's obvious that this is a ploy. Even the curve of her long, pajama-clad back says that she's just waiting for Dana to relent, to call her back and explain everything. But Dana, Dana knows what's good for her, and she's not budging.
There is much more than could be said about these stories. In a way, I haven't even scratched the surface of the gender issues and the identity issues Naraht's fic raises. But as a reader, I still feel frustrated by her lack of follow through with this scenario. Until/unless more is written, I think I always will.