A DISGUSTING, SAPPY ROMANCE (with a bit of fun chucked in as
well.)
Summary : Well, what can I say? The title says it all!
Actually, it's not all MSR. Weird things happen to
Mulder and Scully one spring morning (and I'm not
talking x-files weird, either.)
Disclaimer : The characters contained within belong to Chris Carter
and Ten-Thirteen productions. No copyright infringement is
intended.
Author's Note:
A special THANKS to Michelle Secombe for providing the some of the
inspiration (and ideas!) used within.
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A DISGUSTING, SAPPY ROMANCE.
Dana Scully wandered happily into the basement of the J. Edgar
Hoover building. Spring was in the air - she could feel it with
every sense in her body . She felt so alive.
Mulder looked up from his desk as she entered the room. He,
too, was feeling somewhat cheerful at the change in the weather.
The long, miserable winter was over and warmth was finally
permeating the air. Life was good.
"Mornin', Scully," he smiled at her.
"Hi, Mulder," she replied. Lights seemed to dance in her hair, and
her perfume smelled of the freshest of flowers. She smiled
impishly back at him, a sight all too rare on her face.
"Hey, Scully, it's too nice outside to be cooped up all day.
Whaddaya say we blow this joint and go have some fun?" suggested
Mulder, putting on a gangster-type accent.
Scully pretended to contemplate the question for a few
moments, but inside she knew there was nothing she'd rather do.
Well, maybe there were a few things - like taking Mulder back to
her apartment and... (stop that thought now Dana!) - but on this
spring morning, a day out sounded pure bliss.
"Sure, Mulder," Scully finally replied. He grinned at her,
got up and grabbed his coat. Holding out his arm, Mulder escorted
Scully out of the door and up the stairs.
They strolled the back streets of the city with no particular
destination in mind. The pavements were bustling with people, yet
it wasn't the normal stress of everyday work. Everything seemed to
have a laid-back, peaceful tone to it.
Mulder stopped at a street vendor, and while making Scully
turn her back, he bought a huge bunch of roses. He didn't know
what had come over him this day, but if she was prepared to go with
the flow, then so was he.
Gasping in delight, Scully exclaimed,"Mulder, these are
lovely!" when he presented them to her with a flourish.
"Only the best for you," he said, with a hint of seriousness in his
voice. Scully held his gaze for a moment, then blushed and ducked
her head. She was a little afraid of what she had seen in the
smoky hazel depths.
The pair of agents wandered further, exploring the city they
had lived in for so long but barely knew. It was fast approaching
lunch time when Mulder began to get hungry. His stomach rumbled
loudly, embarrassingly, and Scully gave him a knowing look.
"Time for lunch, Mulder?"
He gave her a weak smile in response. "I guess you're right. One
question, though, do you know anywhere around here that serves
decent food?"
Scully frowned, and glanced around. She didn't even know
where they were!
"In that case," said Mulder, interpreting her look like only he
could, "I suggest we eat right...there!" He'd closed his eyes and
pointed, and Scully followed the direction of his finger.
An exquisite French Cafe lay in front of them, its charm
perfect for a day like this. But as they approached it, Scully
began to have second thoughts.
"We can't go in there, Mulder!" she hissed.
"Why?" he asked innocently. As if he didn't know.
"Cafe of Love?" she repeated aloud for his benefit. "Mulder, this
is the sort of place where *couples* go to have lunch."
"Aren't we a couple?" he leered at her infuriatingly.
"Couples as in people who are *together*." He still looked blank.
"As in they're in *love*." There. She'd said it.
Comprehension dawned on Mulder's face, but Scully knew he was
putting it on for her benefit. He'd probably pointed to the cafe
on purpose!
"Well, Scully, there's nothing to stop us going in there!"
"But Mulder-" she said, and broke off when she saw the look in his
eyes. She knew there was no changing his mind.
"Hey Scully, we could even pretend..."
"Pretend what, Mulder," replied Scully, her eyes narrowing. She
knew what he had in mind, she just didn't know if he had the guts
to say it to her face.
Mulder casually slipped an arm around her shoulders and
whispered conspiratively in her ear. "You *know* what I mean."
His breath, tickling her neck like that, sent shivers down her
spine and she involuntarily flinched.
Mulder reluctantly pulled away, but he wasn't going to let it
stop like that. "Come on, Scully. Do something different for
once. Take a chance."
Take a chance. Yeah, she could do that. She'd already done
so many different things today!
"Okay, Mulder, you're on!" She smiled up at him, and allowed him
to place his arm around her waist as the stepped inside the cafe.
* * *
Inside the dim restaurant, they scanned the room until a
waiter directed them to a secluded booth near a dark corner. "The
perfect setting," whispered Mulder devilishly and he escorted her
to the table. Scully blinked in surprise as he pulled out her
chair with a flourish, but she accepted the gesture in the spirit
which it was offered.
Scully was enjoying herself immensely. She smiled girlishly
at Mulder across the table, playing with his hands as he kept
trying to trace her wrists and delicately kiss her fingertips.
A waiter presented them with menus, and a single red rose.
"Welcome, sir, madam." Scully scanned the menu, then smiled
sweetly at Mulder.
"Darling, I'm not sure what I should order. Any suggestions?"
She knew she might regret it, but she was having to much fun to
drop the charade now.
"Of course, sweetheart," he returned without missing a beat.
Mulder was very amused, and surprised, that Scully was going along
with the joke. But he was not about to stop it. No, there were
possibilities here...
He gazed lovingly into her eyes as he ordered the most
expensive thing on the menu. "Only the best for my dear Dana..."
he said.
Scully blinked in surprise. His saying her name like that, it
threw her off balance and made the whole situation seem a little
too serious. And the look in his eyes, well, if she didn't know
better, she could have sworn that he was completely in love with
her. No doubt about it.
He picked up her wrist and gently brought it to his lips. She
almost gasped aloud at the feather-like touch that made her mind
reel with possibilities. Almost reluctantly, he let it drop back
to the table as he grinned at her again.
And now she detected a triumphant note in his gaze. He was
winning in this game, he had the upper hand. And they both knew
it.
But Scully wouldn't let it go that way for long. Ever so
slowly, she extracted her foot from her shoe beneath the table.
Moving slightly, she allowed her stockinged foot to brush up
against Mulder's leg and gently stroke up and down his calf.
Mulder quivered in surprise. This wasn't the sort of action
he would expect to come from Dr Dana Scully! In fact, he didn't
think anyone had done such a - seductive - thing to him before.
Scully smiled in satisfaction as she saw the effect she was
having on him. Now she was the one in power, and she liked it.
The food arrived. Mulder couldn't turn his gaze from Scully,
watching as the food passed provocatively past her lips. She
smiled and ran her tongue over the perfect teeth. Mulder wanted to
reach out and touch her face, her mouth... and then he realised he
could. This was play-acting with no rules. He could do anything
he liked...
A violin player drifted over to serenade the "lovers". Mulder
reached across the table to lift Scully's hair from the side of her
face. "Dana..." he whispered and let his had drift, from her cheek
tracing a path down to her mouth. He trailed one finger across her
lips and marvelled at their softness. His hand slowed to a stop as
he stared deep into her eyes.
A moment of eternity passed between them. Scully couldn't
drop her gaze from those hypnotic eyes and she realised that Mulder
felt the same way.
Suddenly, the full impact of the emotions raging within her
hit home, and she remembered who she was and what she was doing.
With her partner, of all people!
Scully pulled back quickly.
But she rapidly recovered her composure. "Sweetheart, perhaps we
should save this for later."
"Oh. Yes, yeah, of course," he replied half-heartedly. "Sure
Scully."
"Scully?" she raised an eyebrow in an amused gesture,
desperately trying to recover the levity of earlier. "Say my name,
*darling*."
He swallowed hard. "Dana." Scully lowered her eyes back to
her plate. She felt guilty about her continued torture of Mulder.
But when he lifted her chin to look at him again, she felt the
tables turning.
"Your turn now."
"For what?" she asked innocently, although inside she was shaking
with tredipation.
"Say my name," he dared.
"Say your name?" she repeated, trying to prolong the inevitable.
Saying his name was crossing a line, and she didn't understand why
he was letting her get this close.
"Say it," he commanded again.
"Fox," she barely whispered. "Fox..." The air around them
crackled electrically as the intensity built up again.
"I have to go to the bathroom," mumbled Scully as she hastily stood
up and retreated.
* * *
"Ah, such love I have not seen in many a year!" simpered the
waiter as he cleared the plates.
"Huh?" Mulder still wasn't sure what had just happened.
"You and your wife? - fiancee?"
"Partner," interjected Mulder.
"Yes, yes, partner, that is the modern word for it now. You
and your partner are perfection! You seem like you belong to each
other, and it just makes my heart all aflutter!" crooned the
waiter.
"Me - and Scully?" he repeated, not sure if he believed what
he was hearing.
"Ah, I see. You are playing it coy. Never mind, I will not tell.
A secret romance, why, that is all the more romantic!"
With that, the waiter fluttered back to the kitchen, leaving Mulder
shaking his head. There were some crazy people around...
Although maybe not so crazy. Maybe, just maybe, Scully did
feel something for him back. There were always possibilities...
Scully locked herself in a bathroom stall and drew a deep
breath. She needed to compose her emotions. To figure out exactly
what was going on inside Mulder's head before she made a bigger
fool of herself.
It had started as a game - an innocent, little game that had
become dangerously real. And now Scully didn't know what to
think. Did Mulder like her, possibly really like-like her? Or was
he just a better actor than anyone gave him credit for?
All Scully knew was that she couldn't go back out there.
Couldn't face him again. She shouldn't have gone along with the
charade in the first place. She shouldn't have even gone out with
him at all.
That's what she would do now - go to work. Get some paperwork
done. Clear her head of all the frightening emotions that had
engulfed her being.
And just to prove how crazy all these feelings were making
her, Dana Scully crawled out of the bathroom window and vanished
into the afternoon.
* * *
"I'm sorry sir, but there's no one in there!" trilled the
waitress. Mulder almost groaned aloud. Where did the restaurant
find these people?
"She has to be in there," repeated Mulder. It had been more
than fifteen minutes since Scully had rushed away. "I'm going in
to look."
He rose from the table and strode across the room. Not
trusting the waitress, he knocked loudly before entering the
bathroom, but there was no need. No one was in there.
Mulder began to get worried. She couldn't just have
disappeared, could she? (it's happened before...)
He discovered the forced window, with threads of her coat caught
against a nail.
"Why would she go out a window?" he asked aloud, then swung
his tall frame through the very same exit and dropped lightly to
the ground.
"Scully? Scully!" called Mulder as he traversed the streets.
A storm was brewing, and it wasn't just in the sky. He could feel
darkness around his heart as well. The streets were rapidly
emptying, and he had no idea where he was. Hopefully, Scully was
somewhere nearby and lost as well.
The storm broke with full fury. Cars sped by him as he let
the rain pelt down on his body. Lightning flashed dangerously, and
by counting the seconds he calculated that the fury of the storm
was directly above. Mulder knew it was crazy to be out in this
weather, but for some reason he couldn't go outside. Not while
Scully could still be out there...
Through the darkening gloom, Mulder thought he saw a flash of
red. "Scully!" he shouted. She turned to face him, and he saw the
tears running down her face.
"It's okay, Scully! We can talk later! We should go find
some cover!" he called down to her. She hesitated, then took a
step forward.
"I don't know," came her thin reply, almost lost in the wind.
"It's insane out here!" Mulder began jogging towards her. Scully
took another step forward, pausing right beneath a lamp post. She
looked up, and saw Mulder racing through the storm. For her, and
her alone.
"Okay, Mulder," she smiled at him. She reached out her hand
as he drew closer.
Suddenly, a brilliant bolt screamed down from the sky. Mulder
threw his hands to his eyes as he was blinded, and a thunderous
roar filled his ears nanoseconds later. He felt lightheaded,
shaky. Where had everything gone? Where was Scully?
Scully! As Mulder's vision cleared, he became aware of the
devastating sight before him. The lamp post was shattered into a
thousand pieces, and Scully, Scully ... was lying crumpled on the
ground beside a huge scorch mark.
"Dana!" he screamed in horror, and raced to her side. He
gathered her in his arms and desperately checked her pulse.
Shocked spectators began to form a circle.
"Somebody call an ambulance!" shouted someone.
Scully moaned, a terrifying sound that cut deep into Mulder's
heart. "Dana, Dana..." He looked down at her, terrified of what
he saw. No living person's body should *ever* look like this.
"I'm sorry, Mulder, I couldn't handle it..."
"Shhh, Dana. It doesn't matter now," he said gently. "I love you
no matter what has happened in the past."
Scully's eyelids drooped further, and Mulder looked around in
desperation. "WE NEED AN AMBULANCE!!!"
Scully coughed weakly, and she drew a frail breath. "I love you
too, Mulder," she said in the faintest of voices.
"Hold on, Dana, please hold on," he chanted, leaning over her
to keep the rain from her face. Blood pooled around them, mixing
with the water to make rivers down the road.
"I won't let you leave me," he promised. She managed a weak
smile, and he smoothed her hair. Her clear blue eyes looked up to
the sky, somewhere beyond him and the pain in her body.
"Sorry, Mulder, I can't stay. They're calling to me."
"No, Scully, no!" he cried as she looked at him one last time.
"Goodbye, Fox Mulder," she breathed. "I love..."
...and then she died in his arms.
Mulder looked down into the empty face of the woman who was his
whole life, and felt the world falling apart.
"NO!" he yelled to the sky, throwing his head back to the wind and
the rain. "NO! I can't live without her!" Curling his arms
around the motionless form, Mulder made his wish.
For once, the heavens listened. And lightening struck in the
same place twice.
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Okay, okay, I know. Too sad. I'm sorry, I just get that way
sometimes. So, for something completely different...
That's how it could have happened. But what about this!...
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..."Fox," she barely whispered. "Fox..." The air crackled
electrically around them. And suddenly, Mulder leaned across the
restaurant table and drew her lips to his.
The kiss was like nothing Scully had ever experienced before.
Passionate, yet tender, the feeling of Mulder's lips against hers
stirred emotions she'd never felt before.
She leaned deeper into the kiss, and felt Mulder's hands in
her hair. He was drawing her closer, and Scully felt as if the
kiss might never end... She was drowning in his presence, but she
would drown happily.
"Ahem," the waiter noisily cleared his throat. The couple
reluctantly pulled apart.
"Maybe we should continue this someplace else," suggested Mulder,
and Scully couldn't agree more.
* * *
The moment the basement door closed, Scully and Mulder were
all over each other like hormone-driven teenagers. As Mulder tore
at her lips, a thought struck Scully and she murmured, "Shouldn't
we lock the door?"
She didn't really want to break the embrace and go lock it,
but it was a thought that came from the rational Dana Scully.
However, Mulder soon took away her worries.
"No one ever comes down here anyway," he breathed into her
hair as he kissed her neck. She leaned back against the desk, not
quite believing what was happening, but not wanting it to stop
either. There was something about Mulder that felt *so* familiar.
Mulder's hand drifted up her leg, higher, to the top of her
thigh. Breathing deeply, the kissed between them intensified.She
roamed her hands across his chest, under the jacket, inside his
shirt...
And suddenly, they froze. As sure as the changing of seasons,
there was something in both of their heads that told them this was
wrong, they couldn't do this! The initial attraction was there,
and it had somehow overwhelmed all of their other senses...
Mulder propped himself up, and smiled down at her. He saw
complete understanding in her eyes. "Scully, I don't know why..."
"...but we can't do this," she finished for him. She didn't know
why, it was just a gut feeling that if she and Mulder ever got
*that* close, she knew she couldn't live with herself. And Mulder
felt exactly the same way.
The door to the basement flew open, and Assistant Director
Skinner strode in. He took one look at the scene before him, and
his jaw dropped.
Mulder scrambled away from Scully, hastily rebuttoning his
shirt. "Sir, it wasn't what you think..." he began.
"Wasn't what I think?" he repeated incredulously, glaring at Scully
as she pulled her skirt down.
Scully ran a hand through her hair, desperately trying to
straighten it. "Sir, it, was, just an, um, experiment," she tried
desperately.
"In my office. Five minutes," ordered Skinner. "And make
yourselves presentable before you get there!" With that, Skinner
turned and exited abruptly. Mulder and Scully smiled sheepishly at
one another.
"Well..." he said. "We're going to get it now."
"Well, Mulder, it had to happen sooner or later." Whoops. She'd
said it now.
"What do you mean, Scully?"
"Don't deny it Mulder, you've been attracted to me just as long as
I have to you!"
"Maybe we just got carried away today," Mulder decided. He gave
Scully a soulful look that was hard to interpret, and she looked
down. They would have to talk about what had happened, but now was
not the time.
"Time to face the music," stated Mulder. Together, they
ascended the stairs.
* * *
"Everything has gone according to plan..." the agents heard
the familiar, evil voice inside Skinner's office just before they
entered it. Cancer Man.
"What the hell is he doing here?" demanded Mulder of Skinner
as he walked in.
"I'm sorry, Agent Mulder, he just arrived."
Cancer Man grinned maliciously. "I was watching some very
interesting surveillance camera footage a few minutes ago!" he
said. "You didn't think I'd leave you all alone down there in the
basement, did you Mulder?"
Mulder shuddered as he realised the gross invasion of their
privacy, and Scully flushed a deep red.
Mulder knew there was no way out of it. "Okay, so Scully and I
shared a few kisses," he admitted, "but so what?"
Cancer Man lit another cigarette, and blew the smoke straight
into Mulder's face. "I know things," he said darkly. "Things
best forgotten, things that should lie in the past."
"Then why call us here now?" demanded Scully.
"I have plans for you, important plans," he continued. The agents
didn't know that this confrontation had been set up from the start.
They didn't suspect the shocking news they were about to receive,
something of a plot that had been set in motion years ago...
"Tell me, Dana," he made a perversion of her name, "was your
mother ever abducted?"
"No!" replied Scully vehemently.
"Maybe she doesn't recall it... just as your mother doesn't,
Mulder!" Cancer Man leaned back in Skinner's chair triumphantly.
"What are you talking about!" shouted Mulder.
"Sorry to ruin your fantasies of a sweet little wedding, children,
but you could never be allowed to do such a thing. Not unless you
wanted to indulge in incest..."
Mulder looked at Scully, as light dawned in their eyes.
"You're saying they're related?" asked Skinner carefully.
"What I am saying, is that *they* are half-brother and
sister!" he declared. Cancer Man had been waiting for this moment
a long, long time, well before he had introduced the pair. He
wanted to see the moment when Fox Mulder's dreams of a healthy
relationship with the only woman he ever loved crumble to dust.
But his victory was short lived. When he looked up, Mulder
and Scully were hugging each other fiercely. They knew what they
had been told was finally the truth.
"I knew there was something," Scully whispered, tears
streaming down her face. "I could just never make the connection."
"I know what you mean," he replied. "Dana, my little sister..."
Cancer Man frowned. "But weren't you in love? I saw you
together!" he shouted angrily.
"Yes, I love - Fox," admitted Scully aloud. "But somehow, deep
down, even when we did let our emotions get the better of us, we
knew."
"We knew," continued Mulder, "that there was a deeper bond
that connected us. One that could never be broken."
"But don't you care?" Cancer Man searched desperately for
something, anything to regain the upper hand. "I am your father!"
Scully and Mulder looked at each other, amused. "We don't
believe you," they chorused and strode out of the room with their
arms linked. Reunited at long last.
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Yes, I know it's weird. I would love to go into that story
sometime, but not right now. For all the relationshippers, THIS is
what you've been waiting for! (maybe, if you're lucky )
Alternate ending # 3 : Mulder and Scully are NOT related and,
well, let's see what happens...
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..."I have to go to the bathroom," mumbled Scully, and she moved
to get up. But Mulder reached out and grabbed her arm.
"Stay," he said simply. She shakily sat back down.
"Maybe this game went too far," he apologised. "Let's just
forget everything that happened and just go back to having a fun
day out."
Scully looked up at him, and saw the understanding in his
eyes. "Okay, Mulder," she said carefully. "Back to normal."
"Sweetheart." She sniggered. But they were very careful not
to touch.
* * * * *
The pair blinked at the change in the world when they stepped
outside. The afternoon was no longer sunny, but grey clouds had
covered the sky. The streets were almost empty now and Scully
heard the far off rumbles of a storm.
"And it was such a beautiful day, too," she murmured almost
wistfully.
"It doesn't have to end yet," said Mulder. "Let's keep exploring."
Lightning flashed closer as they wandered onwards.
"You know, Scully," he said, breaking the silence between
them, "we can't keep ignoring it."
She stared straight ahead, not wanting to get into this discussion
now, not wanting to get into it ever. It was just too scary.
He grasped her by the shoulders and turned her to face him.
"Don't touch me!" Scully suddenly flared.
Mulder leaned even closer. "I think you're afraid."
"So what if I am?" she shot back, feeling her face grow warm.
"Look Mulder, I-" but she broke off as the rain began falling.
Within seconds, the pair were drenched, but Mulder wasn't letting
her go.
"Now or never, Scully." He said the words she'd been wanting
to hear for so long, but dreaded. "I think I love you."
A huge crash reverberated through the street.
Scully stared up into his soulful eyes, brimming with hope and
apprehension. "Mulder, I, I - don't know!"
With that, she whirled away from him and began marching down the
street.
"Scully, wait!" he called. She paused by a lamppost. He
raced to stand in front of her, keeping his distance but still
close.
"Dana," he said softly, and she could feel herself crumble.
"Take a chance."
She wanted to, so badly, but as Scully looked at the devoted face
of the man in front of her, she was again struck by the intense
fear of letting anyone get close to her.
Tears in her eyes, she whispered, "No..." and a huge crack of
lightning hurled itself down.
Mulder and Scully felt the intense heat sizzle between them as
a shock permeated upwards from the ground. Scully screamed as she
fell backwards and hit the pavement.
Spots danced before her eyes as the roaring in her ears
gradually subsided. "Fox!" she called in desperation. In front of
her was a gaping hole, through which black smoke curled.
"Dana! Are you alright!" she heard dimly. A huge smile broke
out over her face as she scrambled up.
"Mulder!" she called again, rushing through the smoke and the rain
to reach him.
Mulder stood up, and saw her running towards him. "You could
have been killed!" he breathed. Scully had realised the exact same
thing about him. And now there was a different fear inside her,
not fear of losing herself but the fear of losing the one person
she truly cared about.
Slowly, Scully reached out a hand. "I could have lost you,"
she said simply, looking up at him with clear blue eyes.
He accepted her hand, and pulled her close. This time she didn't
resist.
"I'm sorry, Mulder."
"Don't be sorry. Take a chance," he told her again. And this
time, she did.
As they broke from the kiss, Scully smiled up at Mulder. The
rain began to subside, and the sun could be seen peeking over the
edges of the clouds.
"I really love Spring," Scully said. Laughing together, they
strolled hand-in-hand into the afternoon sunlight.
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END.
Okay, so which ending did you like best? E-mail me and vote! And
if you're feeling particularly nice, you could even tell me WHY!
So here's a quick recap:
ENDING #1 : Scully jumps out a window and lightning strikes...
ENDING #2 : Cancer man watches as passion ignites...
(I didn't mean to make that rhyme. Really.)
ENDING #3 : They fall in love as their two hearts unite!
Send to : stardestiny@geocities.com
I swear, I *will* write a sequel to this someday... and once it's
done, it will appear on my fanfic page!
And just before I go...
"Fox..." The air cracked around them. Scully frowned.
"Dana, stay," said Mulder just before she opened her mouth to tell
him she was going to the bathroom. They looked at each other in
surprise.
"I have the strangest feeling of de-ja-vu here," said Scully.
"I know what you mean..."
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