From: "Nessylink" Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2008 13:02:32 -0500 (CDT) Subject: A Bee's Musings Source: direct TITLE: A Bee's Musings (1/1) AUTHOR: Nessy and Cirglas SUMMARY: What was the bee thinking when it stung Scully? KEYWORDS: third person (outsider) POV, Mulder/Scully Romance, the almost-kiss scene RATING: PG-13 (some cursing - but straight from the movie) CLASSIFICATION: V R A SPOILERS/TIMELINE: FTF!!! This takes place during the movie itself! If you haven't seen it (YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT?!?!?!?) this piece won't make much sense. AUTHOR'S NOTES: his story has been hanging around my hard drive FOREVER! Cirglas, this is for you. It is a great big 'thank you' for all your help over the last few years with the stories. We came up with the idea together, and I finally was able to follow through. Has it really been over 6 years since our last story? Wow. 'Thank you' to everyone who has read our stories and given us such wonderful feedback. We appreciate you guys/gals. FEEDBACK: nessylink@hotmail.com , cirglas@yahoo.com ARCHIVE: Gossamer and EP are okay, anywhere else is fine, too, but please let us know, and only as long the disclaimer stays intact. We lost our internet home (on Geocities) due to inactivity, but if you are interested in reading our other stories, find them at Gossamer or you can email me and I'll be happy to send them your way. DISCLAIMER: Scully, Mulder and the Grays (goes for aliens AND consortium), and even the bee belong to Chris Carter and Co. We don't own anything. Not even anything as small as the tiny virus. (sigh) So please don't sue us, we're not making any money with this. DATE: started: Spring 2000, completed: Feb 2007 Finally Posted: Jan 2008 --------------------------------------------------------- A BEE'S MUSINGS (1/1) by Nessy and Cirglas I hate waiting. Don't get me wrong I love my job, but unfortunately, waiting is a major part of it. You see, I understand that as a rule, timing is very important and waiting usually gives me enough time to plot and prepare the next step of my mission. But I'm finished with planning now (have been for a few hours) and I'm *still* waiting for the right moment to strike. I've been sitting here, hidden from view for almost 24 hours now. I started getting stiff from holding still so long. You think two legs are bad? Try six! My legs were getting so cramped this morning that I had to take a little walk around during the OPR meeting. They were caught up in an intense discussion, so I knew they wouldn't notice me. I guess that's one of the advantages that come with being small. Would have liked to have seen the Men In Black that could've walked around on her shoulder without being noticed. HA! That's probably one of the reasons why they picked me for this mission and not one of those stupid, clumsy MIB's. Those big, bulky guys are just so incompetent at handling delicate situations. Sometimes the best man for an important job is a woman. Maybe it is time to fully explain the reason I am here - it's not like I am currently short on time. There seems to be a problem with a couple of FBI agents that are threatening to hinder (or at least stall) the successful completion of my masters' plans. It seems that my bosses are of the opinion that one of the partners doesn't function without the other and therefore I have been ordered to infect *her*. 'You must take away that which he cannot live without,' I was told. I was surprised that these old, gray men believed in the FBI agents' bond so much. They seemed to be of a more cynical type than to believe so strongly in something so intangible. "Why the lady?..." I asked, somewhat less-than- enthusiastic because I believe that we business women need to stick together in this 'old boy's club' world... though, I admit, it would have been a great loss to us women if I had had to sting *him*... but I digress... Anyway, they answered my question with something about not wanting to make a martyr out of him and continued to brief me. So here I am waiting for the perfect timing to get this whole thing overwith. Did I say I love my job? Well I *did*. Being a spy is interesting. You can't even imagine what I have heard sitting on walls and hiding in clothes so far. But I am not stupid. I know that this will be my last assignment. Bees can only sting once, after that they die. Right now we're driving in her car - I don't know where we're heading, but she drives like she does everything else: careful, sufficient, thoughtful, and quietly. Not even the radio is on to keep her company as she is lost in thought making her way through the dark streets, harshly illuminated by passing cars. For security reasons I wasn't given her name, but I do have ears - actually I don't, pardon my mistake. Been around humans too long. Where was I? Right. I overheard a conversation between some of those gray-haired men and her name was mentioned. Dana Scully. Or, as her partner calls her: 'Scully'. I am supposed to prepare Dana Scully for incubation. I was recruited and trained for this task only, all other assignments were merely training and tests. So why am I so anxious about the whole thing? The problem is, I know my sting will kill her. Not immediately, but the effects of infection with the virus and incubation will take her life. And in the past day I've come to know her better than I'd ever want to know my victim. I am not the cold-blooded hit-woman you might think I am: I've come to respect her knowing all that I know now. She is strong and courageous, but sympathetic and compassionate. She cares a great deal for her partner, and he for her. She is very intelligent... The way she throws around those medical terms could make her seem conceited and arrogant to some that don't take the time to understand her, but in the meantime I've found out that she simply knows what she's talking about. She doesn't like mistakes, neither her own nor others', but she soon forgives them and accepts them as the small slips they are and not terrible flaws she cannot see past. I also felt sorry for her. I mean, hey, she didn't even get to shower and change since they got back from Texas. This partner of hers dragged her down to 'Ole Tex' and they stayed so long that she had to rush to that OPR meeting this morning and still was late. Her boss seemed to be worried about that, too. But he didn't admit that in words. He sounded like he realized a while back that she accepted the career choices she had made and the on- the-move lifestyle they brought with them. To be honest, I think she might actually be enjoying the perpetual motion. Lucky girl. I wish I could say that.... Oh, okay, so maybe I've realized that I don't have such a great life after all, so sue me.... It's just... She seems happy with what life has dealt her... or at least she *was* happy until that OPR meeting I've already mentioned. It was there that she was told that she and her handsome partner were to be split up - big time. For heaven's sake, she is being sent to Utah for reassignment! They *really* didn't want them working together anymore. Well, the FBI partners probably would have found a way to work together anyway, even with her in Utah. That's how I come into the picture... to prevent the continuation of their work by ending their partnership once and for all. But, this intelligent woman I'm hiding on ... this lady with an IQ of I-don't-know-how-high that I thought up until then loved her job... handed in her resignation! Just like that. Believe me, I was there, I saw it... She refused to play along. My respect for my target rose another notch that moment. However, I was curious: How would her partner react to her quitting the Bureau? Would he salute her as I am, or will he be upset that she is leaving him? I suspect it is his possible reaction to the news that has had her lost in thought these past 30 minutes. It is beginning to dawn on me that I have a pretty good idea where we are headed? Yep, I know where we are - we just pulled up in front of his apartment building. Should have known that she would seek him out immediately, to convey her decision to him. To tell him that she's not going to UTAH, no matter what orders she might have gotten. That she would rather quit than be a pawn in the consortium's game. But, quitting was not the kind of news she could give him over the phone or by email. She had to make sure he understood her reasons, her motivation. Had to ask him to understand. I'm feeling pretty good about my psychological profile of her at this point. The thought briefly crosses my mind, that, if I were human I might like to do this kind of thing for a living, before I strike it down harshly. That line of thinking has no benefit for me at this point. She sits in the car for a few seconds, no question gathering the strength she will need to see him, to prepare the words she knows he will not want to hear. The only sound I hear is her controlled even-paced breathing. I can *feel* her pulse and it tells a completely different story. It is not the regular, even rhythm that I had grown accustomed to. It's a little off- beat, and faster than usual, betraying her anxiety at the importance of the encounter to come. Other than her heart beat, nothing seems out of place. Finally, she composes herself and gets out of the car and enters the building. .. We are in the entrance hall and it looks like she is more anxious than I had thought - the doors to the elevator open and she hesitates. Only for a second, but nevertheless hesitates. Then she immediately snorts in self-contempt and squares her shoulders... she steps into the cabin with her chin held high. The ride up seems to take forever. Scully's getting nervous again: She's uneasily shifting her weight from foot to foot and scratching her neck which in turn makes me nervous as heck. Then she gets herself back under control. She folds her arms in front of her chest and takes a deep breath. She will bravely meet her destiny... Finally, we arrive on the right floor and the doors ding open. She uncrosses her arms and resolutely steps out into the hallway and I have to wonder if she really ever had been anxious at all or if I had just imagined her nervousness. But as soon as we come into sight of Mulder's slightly ajar door, she slows her steps, and I am once again aware of the importance that this meeting has for her. Arriving there, she knocks on his door hesitantly and opens it a fragment wider so her small form can slip in. It's time to hide again, so I crawl back under her collar from the place that I had wandered to get a view of where we were going. I don't hear him say anything, but she opens the conversation without preamble: "Salt Lake City, Utah. Transfer effective immediately. I've already gave Skinner my letter of resignation." Uh oh. Real tactful, Scully, how nice of you to break it to him so softly. "You can't quit now, Scully", he says, shock and disappointment in his voice. Thattaboy! You tell her. "I can, Mulder." She sighs slightly. "I debated whether or not even to tell you in person, because I knew --" But before she finds the right words to end her sentence, he interrupts her: "We're close to something, we're on the verge here." I hang on every word that is being said. This is better than any movie plot! "You're on the verge, Mulder. Please don't do this to me." I hear something slamming and I sure hope it's not one of his wonderful long hands into a wall - where did that thought just come from??? "After what you saw last night, after all you've seen, you can just walk away?" "I have. I did. It's done." 'C'mon', I think. 'Girl, you gotta tell him *why*. Tell him you don't want to play THEIR game. Tell him you want to stay here with him.' And I suddenly realize that *that* is probably the biggest reason for her resignation of them all. I sigh. I just hope he understands, 'cause she sure isn't very forthcoming with that information. "I need you on this, Scully." My little bee heart melts at these words. "You don't need me, Mulder. You never have. I've held you back." Silence. SAY SOMETHING, MULDER!!! She waits, but he hesitates a moment to long. "I gotta go," she says, and turns to leave. With quick even steps we're halfway down the hall when I hear his long legs catching up. "If you wanna tell yourself that so you can leave with a clear conscience, you can, but you're wrong." His voice follows us down the hall and suddenly he's there behind her and she turns. I can feel her breathing hard now, obviously upset with her situation. "Why did they assign me to you in the first place, Mulder? To debunk your work, to reign you in. To shut you down." "But you saved me. As difficult and frustrating as it's been sometimes, your goddamn strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over. You kept me honest, you made me a whole person. I owe you everything. Scully, and you owe me nothing." A moment of thick silence follows and then: "I don't know if I wanna do this alone, I don't even know if I can. And if I quit now, they win." Would it be appropriate for a bee to cry now? So what, I'm a sap underneath my tough hit-bee exterior. I feel movement and my senses pick up his smell just when I realize that they are hugging. I'm still in shock from the deep emotions that he expressed to her. I believe my masters may have been correct when they concluded that he cannot go on without her. He just confirmed that himself. But for some reason, instead not caring as I did in the beginning, I have started rooting *for* them. Apparently, she is moved by his words as well. I can hear her breath catch in her emotion-tightened throat. She says nothing, but I hope that they have some kind of silent communication that I am not privy to, because such sweet words of his deserve some kind of answer. I guess he gets his answer when she kisses his forehead tenderly. It is now when I realize that his large hand is moving dangerously close to me around her neck. I move from under her collar to sit atop the collar, making sure that I can see that hand in case it moves to endanger me. I realize that this gives me the opportunity to see a little more of what is going on. They rest their foreheads against one another for a moment, then pull apart. Wow, what a moment! I briefly wonder how long both of them have waited to confess their true feelings for each other. Months? *Years*? And suddenly I am painfully aware of my duty. They have waited so long to admit their feelings and here I am waiting for the moment to strike and forever end their partnership. 'You must take away that which he cannot live without'. What a weight to have on your conscience. They have not moved for quite a while so I sneak a peak around the corner. They are *gazing* at each other. For what seems like forever. Then, ever so slightly he moves in... I know immediately what he is up to. 'Please, Powers- That-Be', I pray, 'interrupt them. There is no need for him to suffer even more when I take her away. Don't let them step across that final boundary into the land of no return...' And I realize that *I* am the one with the power to do just that. I attack. But, I am too late, I hesitated too long. Their lips brush as I feel her flinch in pain. "Ow!" "I'm sorry, Scully." 'Me too, my friends, me too.' I feel tired, unable to move, but what pains me is my heart breaking for the two. "No! Something stung me." She seems insulted that he would think that she moved away from him. I feel her move but I am too weak. I cannot escape. Why try? I'm already dying. Small, deft fingers close around me and pull me into the light. They inspect me and I finally get a good look at my 'enemy' that I have grown so fond of. What a beautiful couple... She unceremoniously drops me beside her feet while he rubs her neck concernedly. "It must've gotten in your shirt." As I am fading in and out I hear their voices. "Mulder?" "Hm?" He distractedly asks. Is he still thinking of continuing the kiss? His mood will change quickly - I am sorry to predict that. "Something's wrong." For the first time since I have known her, I hear true fear in her voice. He can hear it too and immediately becomes concerned. "What?" "I'm having lessinating pain in--" 'I am so sorry. Please forgive me.' I try to stay conscious for a few seconds more so burn their memory into my mind in case for some miracle reason I should awake from this ordeal again. "What?" " -- My chest. Oh!" I can see her silhouette fall into him. "Scully?" He's panicking. I can hear it all the way through the dark tunnel that I suddenly find myself in. Their voices echo more than the empty hallway should allow. "My motor functions are ineffective." I feel more than see the movement. He is laying her down. "My pulse is thready, and I have a funny taste in the back of my throat." "I think you are experiencing anaphylactic shock." He's trying to be rational, calm. All three of us know it's not working. She manages to gurgle the next few words: "No, Mulder, I have no allergies." And he runs for help. 'Please, forgive me.' And then the warm darkness swallows me. --------------------------------------------------------- The End Please tell us what you think: nessylink@hotmail.com cirglas@yahoo.com --------------------------------------------------------- I FINALLY FOUND SOMEONE by Barbra Streisand & Bryan Adams I finally found someone That knocks me off my feet I finally found the one That makes me feel complete It started over coffee We started out as friends It's funny how from simple things The best things begin