‘Together we stand divided we fall..."
-Pink Floyd
‘Hey You’
"And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest thing to heaven that I'll ever be..."
-GooGoo Dolls
‘Iris’
A Place Nearby
(part 1)
Editors Note: I haven’t written fan fic in ages. So bare with me.
Disclaimers: The characters and the show belong to God *cough* I mean, Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. I don’t think there are any spoilers here. Mulder and Scully are living together. I’ve given credit where it was due to Pink Floyd and The GooGoo Dolls. I got the idea for this song after I heard "The Call" by the Backstreet Boys on the radio. So, no infringement intended there, either.
I don’t think you see many stories out there that are written in movie format (personally, I haven’t). So, without much further ado, here it is. Oh, yeah, I own this story. If I see it anywhere without my permission, there will be action taken.
A Place Nearby
(As the scene opens, we see the obligatory time and place on the screen.
Time: Saturday, 9 p.m.
Place: Scully/Mulder residence (a.k.a. Scully’s place that Mulder moved into)
It’s a quiet night. Mulder sits in front of the TV, channel surfing. In the background, we can hear Scully making dinner in the kitchen.
Mulder looks bored. The phone on the stand beside him rings. He answers it.)
Mulder: (into the phone) Mulder.
( Langley and Frohike are on the other end. Langley does most of the talking. Frohike puts his 2 cents in from time to time.)
Langley: What up, Gman?
Mulder: Sittin in front of the tube.
Langley: What’s the plan tonight?
Frohike: (in the back) Where’s the lovely Miss Scully?
Mulder: Burning (coughs) I mean *making* something that I’m praying will pass for dinner.
Langley: Well, listen, Frohike and me are out crusin and we found this primo club. Ya gotta come, dude.
Mulder: What’s in it for me?
Frohike: You’ll get out of the house.
Mulder: (sighs) Good enough. I love her, but I’m bored off my ass. Eversince the X-Files were taken away, neither of us have been getting all that over time and money has been a bit tight. Going out for dinner gets pricey after a while. It adds up. The moral of this story is, boys, when and where?
Langley: DC Strip. The place is called "Skyline". If you pass a green neon building with purple aliens on the side, you’ve gone to far.
Mulder: Got it. Be there in an hour.
Frohike: We’ll be in the back In the Gray room.
(Mulder smirks as they hang up. He turns off the TV and looks back in the kitchen and hears Scully happily humming to herself. She hunkers down in his chair a bit, feeling guilty about what he’s about to do. He stands, softly walks back to the bedroom and opens up a closet, looking for his best night-on-the town outfit. Scully enters and stands in the doorway. She eyes him suspiciously before she speaks.)
Scully: (inquisitively) Where are you going?
Mulder: Um...that was Frohike and Langley on the phone. They want me to drop by.
Scully: For what?
Mulder: (putting on a shirt and avoiding her eyes) Didn’t say.
Scully: Dinner’s ready.
Mulder: Thanks, but I’m not hungry.
Scully: (crossing over to him and putting her arms around his waist) But I made a big dinner. (kisses his chest) I cooked for 3 hours so we could have a nice dinner...you know (works her way up to his neck and then his ear, he shudders a bit, obviously turned on)something romantic...I thought we could try something new tonight.
Mulder: (kissing her and caressing her) Sounds interesting.
Scully: Interesting enough for you to forgo Frohike and Langley?
Mulder: You drive a hard bargain, you know that? I'll be back as soon as I can.
(Fade out. Fade into the Gray room. The club itself is jumpin. Loud club music and people having fun can be heard in the background. Mulder, who appers to be a bit hammered, Frohike Langley are among the few "minglers". The waitress comes by with their drinks which are in alien head-shaped glasses.The Gray room looks like the inside of a spaceship.)
Mulder: Guys, it's been all well and fine, but I need to empty my bladder and get the hell out.
Langley: No way, you're not driving. We'll take ya home and get your car before work in the morning.
Mulder: (laughing) Work? Yeah, right? Without the X-Files, what's the point? So I can be Kershes whipping boy? Fuck that. My ass is staying in bed. I'll be back in a few.
(He stands and heads out to the bathroom. Moments later, the camera has Mulder in frame coming out of the bathroom. He snakes his way through groups of people, paying more attention to trying not to bump into someone-then he does. A beautiful woman who stands about 6'8, has brown hair and blue eyes. She looks to be a tad drunk herself. Mulder, on the other hand, doesn't look as drunk as he was minutes ago, but it's apparent that he is. She locks eyes with him and it's like they are on their own planet. She leans walks up closer to him and draws him close, nibbles on his ear, licks it and whispers:)
Woman #1: Look, I just think you're hot. I want you. Nothing long term. Just a night. I have some pent up sexual frustration that I sorely need to get rid of. Will you help me?
(Mulder is turned on by this woman. For once, Scully is the last thing on his mind. Mulder looks around as the mysterious woman leads him out of the club. There is a limo waiting for them at the curb. Mulder and the woman get in the car, do some light kissing and petting. The driver takes off and the mystery woman nibbles on his ear some more.)
Woman #1: All I wanna know is your name.
Mulder: Mulder.
Woman #1: Like Madonna or Seal? (Mulder nods, the woman continues, breathless, she obviously likes his name and the sexiness of some anonymity.) Mulder..
Mulder: (suddenly remembering Scully, he reaces for his cell phone and dials the number. she picks up on the other end)
Hello? Honey?
Scully: Mulder? Where are you?
Mulder: Um...(looks at the woman) I'm a place nearby, honey.
Scully: Where's that? When will you be home?
(The phone battery is almost dead.)
Mulder: I'll be home soon. My battery is dying. If you can hear me, I love you. I'll be at a place nearby...I love you!
(With that, the phone dies.)