Title: Telepathic Desire
Author: Romantika~*
Feedback: Appreciated!!! romantika@xfiles13.freeserve.co.uk
Disclaimer: Like, Mulder and Scully's minds belong to like Mulder and Scully-you
down with that?
Spoilers: This is sometime post-Triangle so there are spoilers for Triangle in
here and maybe some other stuff...oops.
Summary: Mulder and Scully become telepathic and that's when the trouble starts.
Author's Notes: This was written really quickly 'coz I thought the idea of it
was *so* cool...hopefully it works and isn't *too* confusing! [] =mulder
thoughts <> = scully thoughts
(1/?)
Martin Jacobs' House
Wednesday, 15th March
1:13pm
"Don't touch me! As soon as you touch me, you'll have my 'gift' too..."
Martin Jacobs cried, stepping backwards, waving his gun about hysterically as
Mulder and I tried to approach him calmly.
"Please Miss.Scully, you don't want this! I know, you're trying the 'calm'
approach, you think I'm hysterical. But I just want to protect you. Both of
you," he said, glancing at Mulder. Mulder looked at me pointedly as if to say
"See! Told you he was psychic!" and I looked back at him defiantly as if to say
"Anyone could tell we're trying the 'calm' approach!"
"You two sure have a way of communicating," Jacobs said thoughtfully. Just as I
was about to question him, a cry rang through the air and he slumped to the
floor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I watched my redhead partner run towards the figure lying cold on the floor and
saw her reach down to feel for his pulse.
"No! Scul-"
Before I could finish her name, her finger grazed his neck and she began to
convulse. Without hesitation, I ran towards her and embraced her, in an attempt
to comfort her shaking body. Instantly, I felt an energy spread into my arms, up
through my shoulders and neck and then encircling my brain.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All I ever need is his touch to ground me. In his arms, I could regain control
of my body and mind, when my senses had been slipping away. I noticed he was now
convulsing back and forth, each spasm hitting him like an electric shock. I
pulled him back into my arms and rubbed his back until his body was still once
more.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
3:30pm
"So what did he die of, Dr.Scully?"
I asked, walking as close as I could towards her, without getting too close to
the open body that lay on the autopsy table.
"Cardiac arrest," she said, with a slight tone of expectancy in her voice.
"Why?" I said, my brain scanning possible reasons for the man's sudden death.
"Well Mulder, I believe his heart stopping *may* have been a factor," Scully
said looking up at me, with a hint of a smile on her lips.
"Good work, Doctor. What I mean is, why did this man suddenly have a heart
attack?" I said, asking myself as much as I was asking her. After a few seconds
of silence passed, Scully opened her mouth. I could almost hear her rational
explanation before she said it.
"He wasn't exactly in his prime time, Mulder. He was 56 years old. He was in a
stressful situation. His weak heart just gave up on him."
"Yeah," I said in reply, without much enthusiasm. "How about a neurological
exam?"
"Haven't got to that part yet."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"OK, Scully. [Maybe you'll find something interesting there.] Call me when you
finish."
"I don't think so Mulder."
"You don't want to call me?"
"No I mean, I don't think I'll find anything."
"I didn't say you would."
"Yes, you did."
"No, I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"*No*, I didn't. [Hmm. Little bit cranky today, are we?]"
"No!" I yelled. He looked taken aback. "S-s-sorry Mulder. I guess I *am* a
little cranky. It's all the stress of this case."
"That's OK, Scully," he said, looking extremely pensive. "[I never said she was
cranky. I *thought* she was cranky.]"
"Oh, no Mulder! Don't get started on one of your weird theories. I'm just not in
the mood."
"['Don't touch me. As soon as you touch me, you'll have my "gift" too.' Scully
touched him...maybe just *before* he died.]"
"If you're gonna talk, at least talk to *me*, instead of to yourself, Mulder!" I
cried, getting exasperated.
"My theory? I don't exactly have a theory yet. I believe Jacobs was telepathic
and-" I cut him off,
"I didn't, I didn't...I didn't ask what your theory was, Mulder.""
"Yes, you did!"
"No, I didn't!"
"*Yes*, you did!"
"Deja vu," I said, in a resigned tone.
"Then maybe you should go home, Scully." I looked at him suddenly.
"Mulder...all I said was 'Deja vu.'"
"But I heard...either we're schizophrenic or something weird is going on here,
Scully." I groaned. Neither option was appealing. "I know, me too Scully." I
looked at him in surprise. "You...didn't say anything there either, did you?" he
said quietly. I shook my head. Yeah, something weird was definitely going on.
END PART 1
(2/?)
"OK. So we're both telepathic, huh?" I said cheerfully. My sweet, little redhead
partner just looked at me. "Scully? You must admit-this is gonna be pretty cool.
I mean, we can actually experience telepathy-firsthand! This is amazing..."
"I'm not sweet, Mulder."
[OK, maybe there are a *few* bad points...like, I can't think any *thoughts*
about Scully.] She looked at me sharply. [Shit. This is *not* gonna be easy.]
"Mulder, this is too weird. Even for us. It's like you're speaking your thoughts
or something. And there are too many of them... my head feels overloaded."
"Maybe that's what drove Jacobs hysterical...anyway, it'll be OK, Scully. It's
not like we ever lie to each other or anything...right?" I said, desperately
trying to keep any ScullyThoughts away from my head. [Think of something boring.
AD Kersh. Something *really* boring. Diana Fowley. This is *so* tiring.]
"I know Mulder. ( geocities.com/txfssgfic)