From: "Leslie Cummings" Date: Sat, 26 May 2001 07:05:56 -0000 Subject: submissions Source: direct Title: Afghan Author: Barenaked Bostonian Feedback: Pretty please. Disclaimer: Oh how I wish they were, but... Distribution: Surebeans! Rating: PG Category: UST (I did it! I think...) Thanks: Aiah, Lesley, Amanda, Lisa, Ari and who else...everyone else who reads this send me your names and I'll dedicate the next one to you. ************************************************************************************************* "I see a birdie the shape of Texas. Pretty cool!" Dana Scully said as she slumped down in the passenger seat of Mulder's black ford taurus. "We'll be home in awhile Scully." he said as he leaned over to her and tucked an errant strand of copper hair behind her ear. "You're coming over?" she asked, dreamily confused. "When did I invite ya over? I don't remember that." "Well, you probably don't remember because your piss drunk." he said agaitated but amused. They pulled up in front of her building and he helped her out of the car and up to her apartment. "Piss, that's a funny word Mulder." "Yes, yes it is." he said as he plopped her down on her couch and went to look for aspirin. Upon his return she was happily reciting, chanting rather, the word piss over and over. "I love chicken, I love liver, meow mix, meow mix please deliver." she said quietly right after she swallowed down the pills with the water. She promptly passed out on the couch. Mulder silently crossed the room and retrieved an afghan. He placed it over her and took a seat across from her on one of the chairs. He watched her sleep until he did so as well. The next morning, she woke with a headache the size of Texas. He temples throbbed and she tried to recount the events of earlier the night before. Work. Home. Bar. Mulder's. Home. Okay, she could at least retrace her steps. Why had she gone to the bar? Oh yes, to get drunk. To get drunk off of her ass as she recalled because she hated her life, and the getting drunk part was easier and more practical than killing herself. Depression was the fruit of the woman who was thirty and had no life. She walked slowly to the bathroom and proceeded to expel the contents of her stomach. Mulder heard retching and rushed to the bathroom to hold Scully's hair back for her. She was silently grateful that her vomit would mush in her hair. She was already sweaty and didn't want to be anything else. When she was through she wiped her face clean and examined herself in the mirror. Mulder's reflection appeared behind her own, and she no longer felt in control. She felt weak. So she allowed herself the indulgency of collapsing into his arms. He helped her make her way to the bedroom and she laid down in the bed. "Thanks for staying with me Mulder." she said as she slips into the realm of dreams He kissed her on the head, just as he had done last night when she had accidentally uttered three words to him. Then he left. *END* Whatever, it started out as comedy then..... ------=_NextPart_000_5d3f_6340_27ee Content-Type: text/plain; name="tequila.txt"; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="tequila.txt" Title: Noon Author: Barenaked Bostonian Rating: R, bad, bad, language! Distribution: Anywhere, tell me please! Disclaimer: I would like to own them, but I do not. If I did, If I WAS Carter, I think that I'd have my own computer. Yeah, I'm poor. Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance, what else coming from ME! Mulder POV. Spoilers: Fight the Future Summary: A week after they return, Mulder is drunk again. Feedback: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! Scully9485@hotmail, and HEY, I don't beg often, so note this tha I just did okay? Thanks: I'm watching "Silence of the Lambs" right now and I got in the mood. Have you ever noticed how Jodie Foster looks like Gillian Anderson in this movie. Amanda, Lisa, Ari, la la Ash for my project and ANTHONY HOPKINS! I sit alone. Alone as I always have been, and as I always will be. Goddamn it! I want to fucking scream. Why was she being such a bitch? Why the fuck was it always about her? I'm leaving, I'm fine... Goddamn it, I love you. And why the fuck can't I say it? I'm such a shit, such a loser and such a waste of her time. The time she doesn't want to spend with me. The time...I need another drink. "Another tequila, now." That's it, shit it burns. Another. "Another." Ah, much better. Let's not think about that now, let's think about that blonde over there...no let's not. She's fucking artificial and her tits are too big, she probably went to community college and majored in communications. Fuck communications, fuck her. Why, am I thinking like this? I shouldn't think about her that way. I shouldn't take liberties with her character like that. She doesn't deserve that and she never has. I am a sorry ass excuse for a husband. Husband? Where the fuck...It sure as hell feels like I'm her husband, the way I've made her saddle herself to me. Jesus, I'm a fucking psychologist and I don't even know what's wrong with me. It's HAS to be the tequila. Sleep, that's what I need. No I need her. *3 hours later Scully's Apartment* Jesus, I have the worst headache. I shouldn't be knocking so loud. "Mulder, it's two in the morning. What are you doing here? You did this last week too, and frankly I-" "Scully, shut the hell up. Just shut up and let me in." I push past her and almost laugh at the look on her face. She is trying to hide her fear with a look of exhasperation. It's not working babe, it never fucking has. I am a psychologist and even though I may not be able to cataloge my own thoughts, but your expressions is the one thing that I can read on you. Not your thouhgts or feelings, but your expressions. And right now you're scared of me. No reason to be, I'm just fucking confused. "I'm fucking confused." "About what?" You say, sitting down on the couch just as I do. "About you. About the way you act lately. The way you're uncomfortable around me, and I know that what you've been through was hard but....it was hard for me too. I was so fuckin' hard. Worse than before." "Mulder I-" "And ever since that *Thing* in my hallway, I want to know what changed." "I...I... Nothing changed, that was just me...getting overwhelmed." "No Scully, it wasn't I wanted you...so bad...I wanted you." "Mulder, don't start this, don't start..." "I loved you Scully, I love you now, I'll love you...forever, until I die, until I'm dead and buried and you cry for me over my grave." "Mulder," you whisper, almost unintelligible. A tear is forming, and I want to kiss it as it runs down your cheek. So I do. "Mulder." You whisper as I do, as I kiss my way down your cheekbone, along your jawbone, and then I hover at your lips. "I need to Scully...." "You don't have to ask." You say raspily, as your eyes meet mine. I think that you expect me to meet you harshly halfway, but I don't. I wait. I wait for you to kiss me. It's your choice now and you take it. You kiss me tenderly, very tenderly. Like a wisp of air, flying past my lips. And I no longer feel drunk. I feel high, on you. And I love it. I love the feeling, you. I lay you down on the couch and get up to retrieve a blanket, but you get up. And take my hand to lead me to the bedroom. I lay you down and lay down next to you. I pull the balnket up... And we sleep until noon. END!!! I hope you liked it, I was just bored. This movie rocks man, I've seen it four times and I can't get enough.