From: "Linda White" Subject: Please post this story. Date sent: Mon, 6 Apr 1998 16:48:24 -0700 This wasn't my first attempt at a vignette but I hope it's at least better than the last one, which, even I'll readily admit, pretty much sucked. However, it is my first attempt at writing with another person, and I personally, think it turned out quite nicely. Oh, yeah, and Hydrogen Jukebox(my brother's band) is the Hottest New Teen Sensation, so visit their webpage at http://www.cheesi.net/hydrogenjukebox/ They are sooooo good! Anyway, Tomatoe(yes, I know it's very Dan Quayleesque, but that's the way she wants to spell it) and I wrote this, so please send us any comments that you might have(good or bad) at either ljw@snip.net (my address) or jscm@snip.net (tomatoe's address) Category:VAH Rating:PG No spoilers or key words. Summary: Is Scully really "Fine"? Disclaimer: We would greatly appreciate not being sued by people because Mulder and Scully don't belong to us; they belong to Chris Carter and Co. Thanks and enjoy! Are You Ok? By Katie Marie and Tomatoe I don't know why I even say it anymore. The only reply I ever get is, "I'm fine" snapped in my face. And yet, something always urges me to ask. I suppose it has something to do with making sure she knows I still care. Of course, she probably thinks I smother her. Oh, yeah, Spooky Mulder the smotherer who only sees how he's failed Samantha and Scully both when he looks at his partner. But she just turns to me with that exasperatedd look. Oh, wait, she must have seen my face. I'm still waiting for her angry, "I'm fine, Mulder," but I don't hear it. Hmm. Should I repeat myself? "Scully, you there? Are you ok?" "Y..y..yes..I'm fine." Scully stuttering? This is weird. She's never stuttered before. "Scully?" "Mulder...I...I...I...I'm not fine. Ever since I found my daughter and lost her in the same week, I...I..." Are those tears in her eyes? Yes. Oh, what should I do? "Mulder, I feel I have no one to turn to. You're the only one I trust anymore, but...it's so hard! I've always tried to be the strong one. The one with her feet on the ground and her head out of the clouds, but, but now I need someone, I neep help...I...I...need you. You're the onlyone who understands...what with what happened to your sister, you know how I feel!" "Scully," but what to say. Just thinking about Samantha still bothers me. Should I give her a hug? Yes. No. What to do? What if she pushes me away and I lose her forever? Oh, what should I do? What else could I do? I hug her, and, even though it's awkward, we both draw comfort from it. I'm happy because she doesn't push me away, so I lightly kiss her hairline. She leans her head on my chest and I rest my head on top of hers. "Y'know, Scully, we need to get some of this paperwork done." "Yeah," she says, "but I don't want to move." "Well, neither do I," I tell her, but we part anyway. "I'll tellyou what. You and I are going to have fun tonight." She raises her eyebrow at me. I love that look, but I'm never going to tell her that because I'm afraid she'll stop doing it. "Are you coming onto me, Mulder?" "Oh, yeah, Scully. Come on. When we finish this paperwork what say ye to getting some pizza and renting a few movies?" When she groans, I add on, "Your choice." Her face literally lights up. She smiles and I make a silent oath to myself that just for tonight I would make her smile as much as I possibly can. Hours Pass It seemed like an eternity to finish that paperwork, continually glancing at her face lightly covered by her fiery hair. At last we did finish, though, and we walked silently up from the basement to the parking lot. It was desicion time. Her car, mine, or both? Which apartment? And what pizza toppings? "Scully?" "Mulder, yours mine, and anchovies." I love it when she can read my mind. Again with the eyebrow! We get in the car, why do I always drive? I wonder. Anyway, we get to the video store and I stare nonchalantly around at the scifi section as Scully makes her choices. She refuses to show me as she checks them out and again we drive in silence. When we arrive at her apartment I glance at my watch. Midnight already? Should I still be here? I take her, "Let me slip into something a little more comfortable," as a yes. Unfortunately, she catches me eyeing the video bag and she takes it with her. Scrounging through her kitchen I find some popcorn and pop it. Sitting on the couch I slip off my tie and my shoes. Wait. I forgot about the hole in my left sock. Oops. I never figured I'd end up here. Oh well. As I slip back on my shoes and sink deeper into the couch I watch and see the lock on her door turn and a Scully I had never seen before steps out. What happened to her makeup? She looks so pale! So ill! And what is she wearing? Fuzzy slippers? With buuny faces at the toes? And purple sweat pants with a bright yellow shirt? I almost have to shield my eyes and she says, "Mulder, are you just going to sit there catching flies? I mean, I personally think you look so much smarter and sexier when your jaw isn't on the floor and your tongue about three feet outside of it," she says in a sultry voice that I have to admit turns me on just a teeny weeny bit, but what she does next is what really surprises me. Throwing the videos on the coffee table she saunters into the kitchen, her tight sweat pants clinging to her thighs as she whips open the refrigerator and throws back a bottle of beer. Trying to ignore her monstrous burp, I throw open the video bag to find yet another surprise. What the hell?! Care Bears?! Oh, wee. Tonight's her night. She needs me to be here and I like being needed, especially by her, so I guess I can sit through a Care Bears movie even if she probably did it to annoy me. The next one's a keeper, though, even if it isn't Debbie Does Denmark. Man, there's nothing I love more than foreign porn. Nosferatu. She knows me too well. Silent flicks. Scaryy flicks. Put them together and you get scary silent flicks, even if it is only about an hour long. I wonder which one she sants me to put in first and she says, "Whichever movie, Mulder, I really don't care." There she goes with that mind reading again. If she knew how much I love that-Nope. Don't think that thought, Mulder, she could be reading you right now. "How about-" "Nosferatu? Fine." She smiles again, so I give her the cheesiest grin I can muster. Oh my God! Have my senses gone psychotic on me?! Scully? Laughing? Triple the points for Mulder. I pop the tape in the VCR and the previews start coming on as the pizza gets here. Anchovies. Mmm. I don't think I ever told her I love anchovies. How could she know unless she loves them too? Gasp! And what's this?! Iced tea! And not just any iced tea! Nestea Specialties Blends Earl Grey Iced Tea! We eat the pizza and drink the iced tea plus start in on the beer. Well, not so much start in as polish off the new twelve pack in her fridge. The movie is almost over and Scully clings to me as the character goes for the curtain, hoping to kill the vampire. I put my arm around her to tell her I'm still here. "Mulder, if you don't want to stay, you don't have to," she says. Uh oh. Does this mean she doesn't want me to stay? "I mean, I would rather you stay, but if you don't want to, I'll understand." "Nonsense, ScullyBear. Popin the next movie," I say back, winning another point for making her smile again. She puts the movie in and leans back into me, so I put my arm around her. She falls asleep before long, so I allow myself a fleeting glance at her. God, she's so beautiful. I pick her up and carry her to her bed. I somehow manage to pull down her covers, pull off her slippers, and pull her quilt up to her shoulders. I know I shouldn't, but I lean down and kiss her on the cheek anyway. "Good night, ScullyBear," I whisper. I stumble back to her couch and fall asleep. I have to admit, it's pretty comfortable, even if I am a little too tall for it. My last though as I drift off to sleep is how glad I am that it's Friday and that Scully will be ok again. It wll take time, but she will be ok. You like? Please send us anything. We're lonely and pathetic, so if you don't mail us, we may die of heartbreak! Thanks for reading. Bye!