From: lmock@gpu3.srv.ualberta.ca (Loret Mock)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW: Charged Emotions
Date: 2 Apr 1996 01:06:51 GMT


The X-Files and the characters of Mulder and Scully are the property of 
the Brilliant Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting and Ten Thirteen 
Productions.  No Copyright infringement intended.

This has a little of everything some UST some angst and a barely
recognizable x-file, also, I'm clueless as to police procedure; for
example, I have no idea how Mulder, as an FBI agent would end up at a
crime scene when someone only called the police.  Oh well, literary
licence and all that...  Ummm, they seem a bit out of character to me, but
they wouldn't listen to me, they just kept doing what they wanted! <whine>


Charged Emotions
by Loret Mock
LGW #6

Saturday 8:30 p.m.

	Dana Scully was on a date.

	Dr. Bruce Santana was a pediatrician she had met on Mulder's most
recent trip to Georgetown Medical Centre.  He was 5'10 with short curly
brown hair, he had a nice smile, and a serious demeanour.  Dr. Santana
happened to be covering a shift for a friend in the emergency room when
Mulder was brought in with a knife slash to the abdomen, and a whack on
the head.  If it weren't for the blow to the head that rendered him
unconscious, Scully knew she would never have gotten him to the hospital. 
After examining him and determining that the fact that he hadn't regained
consciousness was nothing serious, Dr. Santana sewed him up, and gave him
a tetanus shot.  Lucky for Mulder he was still out during the shot--or is
that lucky for Scully? 

	Since then she had enjoyed long conversations on the phone with 
Bruce, and they had been out to dinner several times.  She had never 
mentioned this relationship to Mulder, but Bruce was familiar with her 
work and her partner.  Well, that is to say, he knew she was a field agent 
with the FBI, but she was deliberately vague about the x-files.  She told 
him that they worked on a variation of Violent Crimes, and have 
investigated all over the States.  She also informed him what a brilliant 
investigator Mulder was, but, as always, whenever his name came up Bruce 
steered the conversation smoothly in another direction.  He was so good at 
it that Scully was *almost* unaware of it.

	Tonight, they had gone to an early movie, and picked up a pizza on 
their way back to Bruce's apartment.
	Scully was sipping her coffee, while Bruce answered a beeper call 
from the hospital; apparently one of his patients had gone into labour.
	"Are you going in?" she asked standing, once he had hung up.
	"No, the doctor on call can handle this," he said approaching her.  
He touched her face, and moved his other hand to tease the exposed skin at 
her waist.  "I'd much rather stay here with you."
	Scully smiled as he leaned in to kiss her.

	They were starting to move to the bedroom when her cel phone rang.  
Scully was immediately distracted, "I have to get that," she breathed.
	"Ignore it," Bruce whispered.
	"I can't," she said pushing him away.  She walked over to her 
purse and retrieved her still shrilling phone.  "Scully."
	"Where are you, I've been trying to call you."  Mulder's voice
came through loud and clear. 
	"What's up?" she asked avoiding his question.
	"I'm at a park standing over a dead guy.  A couple out for a late 
night stroll observed a flash of white light from less than a block away, 
when they came to the spot where they believed the light originated, they 
found the dead body, and called police.  I'm having the body shipped to 
the FBI Building, can you meet me there?"
	"I'll be there as soon as I can."  She disconnected before either 
of them could say any more.
	"I have to go."
	"Why?"
	"I'm needed to do an autopsy on a case."
	"Dana, I made time to be with you."
	"I know," she went over and kissed him, "I'm sorry, but I *really* 
have to go."
	"I *really* want you to stay," he said encircling her waist, and 
nuzzling her neck.
	Scully pushed against his chest, "I'll make it up to you, I 
promise," she said reaching back and removing his hands from around her 
waist.  She walked over to the couch to get her coat and purse.
	"What is it about him that makes you drop everything to go to 
him?"  He was angry now.
	"Scully stared, "Look, just because you don't have a sense of 
responsibility..." she stopped abruptly.  "I'm sorry, that was uncalled 
for, I think I should go before we both say something we might regret."
	She vacated Bruce's apartment quickly before another word could 
pass between them, and drove recklessly to the J. Edgar Hoover Building.  
She was upset, and not quite sure specifically at what.  It's not like she 
ever had to leave on a date before, this was the first time.  She could 
understand Bruce's frustration.  They had yet to become intimate, and the 
way things were going...
	Of course it would be Mulder; the other man in her life; that 
would interrupt them.  She knew what he was thinking, aliens dumping a body 
in the middle of Washington D.C.  She shook her head unable to stop the 
smile from forming on her lips.
	Absently she wondered if Bruce would even want to hear from her 
again.  At this moment she wasn't sure she wanted to see such a selfish 
man again anyway.
************************

J. Edgar Hoover Building
8:48 p.m.

	Scully had stopped in the basement office before going to the 
autopsy bay.  Mulder wasn't anywhere to be found.  
	She got into some scrubs, and snapped on the laytex in order to 
begin the autopsy.  She cleared her mind of the unpleasant scene with 
Bruce, and concentrated on the task of showing Mulder that this person was 
not abducted by aliens.
*************************

J. Edgar Hoover Building
10:13 p.m.

	"Hey Scully, did you find anything interesting?" Mulder asked as 
he entered the autopsy bay.
	"Yes, but you may be disappointed," she said looking up from the 
microscope.
	"What have you got?"  He asked, his shoulders slumping a little as 
he moved over to the table where Scully was seated.
	"Well, it looks as though the 'flash of white light' was nothing 
more than some flash powder.  There was residue of it over most of the 
body.  You didn't notice any at the crime scene?"
	"It was dark and windy," he pouted.
	"Wasn't there an ME at the scene," she asked cleaning up, getting 
ready to leave.
	Mulder brightened, "Yeah, and he didn't notice either."
	"How long did he examine the body?"
	"He bagged it," Mulder muttered.
	Scully sighed, "You didn't really need me."
	"I wanted *you* to look at it," he defended himself, "if this was 
the real thing, I didn't want to lose any evidence.  I'm so *tired* of 
losing evidence."
	"Scully nodded, "Me too."  They left the bay so Scully could clean 
herself up.  Mulder leaned against the sink waiting for her to finish.  He 
noted the heavier makeup she wore as she removed the scrubs and tossed 
them into a bin.
	"By the way, where were you tonight?" He asked as she turned 
around tugging the ponytail from her hair.  His eyes collided with... 
cleavage.
	She froze, coloring a little as she remembered what she was 
wearing for her date.  It wasn't that bad really; she had on jeans, 
running shoes, and a collarless black denim vest that had a *moderately* 
low neckline.  Underneath her clothes was where the problem was.  She had 
been unable to resist the post Christmas sales, and had bought herself a set
of black velvet underwear.  Only the bra was one of those push up bras, 
and it left little to the imagination.  "To a movie," she hedged.
	"When I called you?"
	"I was at a friend's place," she stated flatly, yanking the 
elastic out of her hair.  Mulder's eyes swept over her, and this time she 
blushed furiously.  <How dare he look at me like I'm some cheap...> she 
bit that thought off.  "Excuse me," she said, brushing past him, "I left 
the tape with my notes on it in the other room."
	Mulder was upset, and he didn't know why. He didn't think Scully 
was the one night stand kind of woman, but as far as he knew she wasn't 
dating anyone.  She would tell him if she was; wouldn't she?  Face it, she 
was dressed for sex.

	Scully blinked rapidly, trying to calm herself down. It hurt her 
that her partner and best friend could think the worst of her on such a 
small amount of information.  She was working herself into hysterics, and 
Dana Scully was not a hysterical person.  She remembered when she was a 
teenager and was lashing out at her family, her mother had taken her aside 
one day and told her that it was okay that she was a person who suppressed 
emotion, but sometimes the bottled up emotions would explode from the 
pressure.  Mrs. Scully knew that her daughter was the type of person who 
despised showing emotion--especially a weakness like tears--in front of 
other people.  It was always better to sit down and have a good cry than to 
say hurtful things to people.
	Scully found that watching a sad movie when things were getting to
her, worked, and it had been a long time since she had a really good cry.
So long that her emotions were very close to the surface, and she was at
the point where the littlest thing could set her off.  The look in
Mulder's eyes, which from anyone else would have made her furious; pierced
her to the heart.  When Bruce looked at her, she felt attractive.  When
Mulder looked at her that way, she felt cheap. 
	She knew she was making herself angry, but... better pissed, than 
in tears.  She grabbed the tape, and went to get the rest of her things so 
she could go home <and as far away from Fox Mulder as I can get!>

	When Scully came back, Mulder knew she was mad.  He ran his 
fingers through his hair nervously when she didn't say anything, but 
started gathering her things.  "Scully..."
	"Look, Mulder, it's late, and I'm tired.  I want to go home, I'll 
give you the autopsy report on Monday."
	Mulder walked up and stood directly behind her, he leaned over and 
spoke quietly to her, "You never told me what the cause of death was."
	She shivered slightly, unsettled by Mulder's close proximity, and 
his warm breath on her ear.  She blinked, trying to focus on what he had 
just said to her.
	Mulder's FBI voice was ringing in his head <Step away!  She's 
armed.>  He couldn't see that she was wearing her gun, but she didn't need 
it.  From his position over her shoulder, he could see all her attributes.  
He was once again reminded that his partner was a very attractive woman.
	Scully took a deep breath, not realizing what the simple action
was doing to the man hanging over her.  Gathering her scattered thoughts,
she moved toward her coat, picking it up.  "Death was caused by the
introduction of an unknown substance; most likely an illegal narcotic;
injected into the subject's system by hypodermic needle."  In control once
again, and vaguely aware that Mulder had been trying to charm her out of
her anger, she glared coldly at him.  She *wanted* to be mad at him, it
was safer.  "I'll know more once the lab results come back.  The thing to 
concentrate on is the use of the flash powder.  Why would a killer want to 
alert anyone to the fact that he was dumping a body?  I estimated the time 
of death to be about 7:00 this evening," she looked at him.  He was 
staring at the floor.  She softened a little.  "It isn't an X-file, 
Mulder."
	"I'll send it back to VCS on Monday when you're finished the 
report.  I'm sorry I ruined your evening, Scully."
	"It's okay, Mulder," she smiled slightly.  "You probably saved me 
a lot of grief anyway."
	"I know this is none of my business," he said, taking her 
statement as confirmation of his suspition, "but you should be more 
careful.  One night stands are dangerous these days..." he trailed off 
when he saw the fury renew in her eyes.  <Shit>
	"You're right, it's none of your damn business," she threw her 
coat on the floor, "I can't believe that you think so little of me that 
you would think I would be so careless.  For your information," she said 
advancing on him, so that he had no choice but to back up, "I was on a 
date with a doctor that I've been seeing."
	Mulder's eyes flashed back at her.  <Seeing someone and not tell 
me? Dosen't she think I'd be happy for her, well I'm not, but that's 
beside the point.>  "Who?" he growled.
	"Bruce Santana."
	It took a second, but he remembered, "The butcher with the 
needles!?  Come on, Scully, you can't be *that* desperate."
	Scully's mouth dropped open, she was so mad she couldn't think of 
a good retaliation.  Well, she wasn't a navy brat for nothin', she curled 
her right hand into a fist, and swung at her irritating partner, putting 
all her body weight into it.
	Mulder saw it coming, stepped back and grabbed her wrist with his
right hand, yanking her so that her back was pressed against him,
transferred her right hand to his left, pulling her arm down, so it was
pinned securely across her body, effectively trapping her left arm as
well.  He wrapped his other arm around her waist and held her tightly. 
"Time to go back to self defence class, Scully," he couldn't resist 
taunting her as she struggled.
	"Let me go," she said through clenched teeth.
	Mulder grinned, enjoying himself for the first time all week.  
"Oh, I couldn't do that, you might try to hurt me again, and what kind of 
FBI agent would I be if I put myself at risk like that?"
	"It's never stopped you before," she growled trying to work her 
right hand out of his grip.  Then she noticed his body was shaking.  She 
froze for a second, until she realized that he was laughing.  She renewed 
her struggles with twice the force, "LET ME GO!"
	Mulder stopped laughing and tightened his grip on her, lest she 
break free, and that wouldn't be any fun at all, 'cause she'd still be 
furious.  "I always knew red heads had a temper, but I've never seen 
your's flair up like this Dana."
	"Don't call me that!" she said stamping her foot like a little 
kid.  "Only people who care about me get to call me that."  Inexplicably, 
she started to cry, sagging against him.
	Mulder staggered back against the wall, and slid to the floor with 
her, upset and angry with himself that he made her cry.  He relaxed his 
death grip on her but didn't let go, knowing if he did, she would run away 
from him.  "It's because I care about you that I said those things to 
begin with," he whispered to her.  This made her cry harder.  His arms 
went slack, and he dropped his head, not knowing what to do anymore.
	Scully twisted towards him, pressing her face into his chest, and
wrapping her arms around him.  She remembered the Pfaster case and that he
had held her and made her feel better, she wondered if it might work
again. 
	Mulder held her tightly, surprised, resting his chin on top of her
head, letting her cry herself out.  His heart ached for her, as she
sounded as though hers was breaking into a million pieces. 
	Scully let herself go, tired of trying to stay in control, and 
hold everything in.  She was glad to have Mulder there to hold on to.  He 
was much better than a pillow.
	Gradually the tears stopped, and she just rested her head on his 
chest for a few minutes.  Then, remembering where they were, she backed 
away, and stood up.  Mulder stood as well, watching, as she went in search 
of a tissue box.  She dried her face and blew her nose a dozen times.  
Then picked up her purse and coat, and walked over to stand beside him.  
She heaved a big sigh, and squeezed his hand, "Oooohh... thanks, I needed 
that."
	Mulder breathed a silent laugh.  Her eyes welled again, and he 
handed her another tissue.  "It looks like you're not quite done yet."
	She shook her head, and dried her eyes, taking a few deep breaths, 
calming herself.
	Mulder slipped his arm across her shoulders, "I'll walk you to 
your car."

	They walked silently to the parking garage, and Mulder stood 
beside her while she unlocked her car.  "You going to be okay?  We could 
get some coffee..."
	"I'm fine, Mulder," she interrupted, knowing that he didn't believe 
her.  I'll see you Monday."
	Mulder nodded and waited until she was in her car, before heading 
to his own.  He watched her drive away, before starting his car, trying to 
ignore the image in his mind of her sitting on her bed holding a pillow 
and crying herself to sleep.

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Scully to Mulder:
"They could drop you in the middle of the desert, tell you the truth is 
out there, and you'd ask them for a shovel."
"Is that what you think of me?"
"Well, maybe not a shovel, maybe a backhoe."
	- Piper Maru
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