From: Cecilia11@aol.com Date: Tue, 27 Apr 1999 20:11:45 EDT Subject: New: Cheap TV Drama (1/1) TITLE: Cheap TV Drama AUTHOR: Cec E-MAIL: Cecilia11@aol.com DISTRIBUTION: Gossamer, anywhere else, ask first. RATING: PG KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance SUMMARY: Did you notice that Scully was smiling and laughing and just generally a lot happier than usually in The Unnatural? Makes you wonder what happened the week before to make her that way.... DISCLAIMER: Okay, why in the world would you want to sue me? Number one, I'm poor. I have no money...at least not any that would really make a difference to a major company like 1013 productions. Two, the little money I DO have gets spent on X-Files stuff anyway....so all you'd be doing is taking the money I'm already spending on you! See! Worthless! Don't worry...I'm gonna return the characters anyway! AUTHOR NOTES: Okay...the title has no reflection of my opinions on the show, obviously if I'm spending time writing about it, I enjoy the show. In fact, I love it. Anyway, I've written other stories but this is only like the second one I've ever posted so please be kind. FEEDBACK: All kinds of feedback will be accepted and appreciated. Cheap TV Drama By Cec "Shh...Scully. Its okay. I'm here and he's gone. Don't worry...he won't hurt you ever again." Mulder's words finally cut through the post-traumatic event haze that had enveloped my brain and I suddenly realize what I'm doing. I'm clinging to Mulder like I'm a 3 year old hugging her favorite teddy bear. I'm digging my nails into his back and sobbing into his shoulder. What the hell has gotten into me? Dana Scully doesn't cling...and she certainly doesn't sob. Then again, she doesn't usually have people so infatuated with her that they stalk her either. My mind runs over the events of the last couple days again. Suddenly, I realize that I'm still clinging to Mulder. As quickly as I can, without offending him, I disentangle myself and stand up. I hear myself say, "I'm okay, Mulder." Natural Scully reaction. "Maybe we should take you to a hospital or something. We don't know what damage he could've done," Mulder replies, fulfilling his role as the over concerned friend. I reply with my usual, "No, I'm truly fine. I just want to go home." "But Scully-" "But Scully nothing. I'm a doctor, and I'm fine. You know you won't win this argument Mulder, no matter what face you try, so just don't. Preserve your energy for something more important." "Such as...?" Mulder says in that teasing voice of his. I look up, and yes, he's even got that mischievous look on his face. "Mul-der.." I whine as only I can, "just please take me home." "Fine, fine. You win, as usual..." Mulder mumbles, "but if anything happens I reserve the right to say I told you so." "Sure. Fine. Whatever." ---------------------------------- In Mulder's Car On the way to Scully's Apartment Building He's thinking. I can tell. Something's playing over and over in that mind of his. Something serious, but its not the scene of me lying on the floor in all that blood. There's a different look in his eyes...not the morbid death look. What the hell is he thinking so hard about? Oh I don't care anymore. As long as he's thinking, though, I may as well use the time to stare at him. He's chewing on his lip. Mulder has great lips...I should know, I spend a lot of time watching them. He's gorgeous too, not just his lips, but everything in general. Not to mention the fact that he's a genius. Mulder is basically the perfect guy...a great friend, intelligent, and gorgeous. Oh, and he's a workaholic, overprotective, and he cares more about his search for his sister who disappeared over 25 years ago than his supposed best friend. Oh well, I should know better than to try and make Mulder out to be anyone's dream guy. Other than my own, of course. He's about as starved for a personal life as I am. That's why I reacted to Padgett the way I did. I mean, part of me was truly freaked out by the guy. I mean, he basically admitted to stalking me. The other part of me was extremely flattered that someone found me beautiful, that someone found me interesting. That someone wanted to have sex with me enough to write about it. I lied to Mulder about that. Well, I didn't exactly lie. I implied by saying, "I think you know me better than that" that I wouldn't have slept with Padgett. Looking back, I don't know whether I would have or not. I think I might have been willing to. I've been so desperate lately for Mulder's attention. I feel unwanted, undesired. Mulder used to fulfill that need in mine. While I complain about his over possessiveness and whine about him trying to protect me, it made me feel nice. Like someone cared about me, like someone wanted me. Lately though, he continually pushes me away, like he's afraid to get close to me...to let me care bout him. Suddenly it comes to me. I know what he's thinking about so intensely. "I made a mistake as well. In the book I wrote that Agent Scully falls in love, but obviously that's impossible, since Agent Scully is already in love." Padgett's words come back. I remember being shocked when I heard them. The word betrayal came to mind, but Mulder seemed to ignore them, and I wonder now why he did. Then I realize why he's ignoring the issue. He doesn't think its him. He thinks I've found some perfect guy to adopt the 2.5 kids and get the white picket fence that I've made obvious that I'm so desperate for. He thinks I'll leave him. What he doesn't know is that I gave up that white picket fence fantasy a while ago. It no longer holds interest for me, because Mulder would never want a white picket fence. Without Mulder there is no me. I need him just as much as he needs me. I realize I've kept myself so closed off from him that he doesn't even know a fraction of what I feel towards him. Maybe its time to change that. "Mulder, I love you." He suddenly jerks the wheel and we serve. He regains control of the car just in time to keep us from crashing into the car in the other lane. "What?!" He practically yells at me. "I love you." "And what does that mean?" "What do you mean, what does it mean? I love you means, I love you. You know, usually the preferred response to my statement is, I love you too." "Sorry Scully, but don't you think this is all kind of sudden? I mean, we're partners and I'd like to think, best friends for six years. All of a sudden its, I love you? What the hell brought this about?" "First of all, its not sudden. I don't know exactly when it happened, but I've been in love with you for a while. For god sakes, Mulder, we almost kissed outside your apartment less than a year ago! You've managed to ignore every intimate moment between us in the last six years...and so did I! Padgett did it for me, though. During this ride, I noticed you thinking and I realized that it was about Padgett's statement that I was in love with someone. I kept wondering why you were thinking about it so intently, and why you weren't saying anything about it, until I realized. You thought I was in love with someone else. Well I couldn't let you think that, could I?" "I gu-gue-guess not," he stutters, and I can't blame him. Its a lot to take in when your normally emotionally closed off partner confesses her love to you in a car. I'd say, he's taking it all rather well. "Mulder, I know you love me too. I can see it in your eyes, so don't deny it. I know its a lot to take in, and I'll settle for the eyes now. I don't need for you to say it...yet." "Scully...I want to. I love you, Scully." Shit...why'd he have to go and do that? I could deal perfectly fine with him not being able to return the sentiment yet. It would give me time to process everything I'd just done. But no, Mulder has to be wonderful and return the words immediately. Typical Mulder. "Mulder exactly where do we go from here? I know I started this whole thing, and no offense or anything, but this whole conversation is starting to sound like dialogue from a cheap TV drama." "Well Scully...if this was a cheap TV drama, we'd head to your place and...you know. So how about we stay with the cheap TV drama theme?!?" "Mul-der. You know that's not going to happen. This is all going to fast...its too early for that. We should at least have some down time until we make irreversible decisions." "I know, I know. The ever sensible Scully rears her head. Well...we're here, Madame Scully. Do you wish me to accompany you to your apartment door or is that forbidden as well?" I open his car door and grab his hand. I just stand here for a moment, reveling in the sensation of being allowed to hold his hand and stare at him. Then I pull him upstairs by his arm. "Woah Scully, calm down. Warn me the next time you're going to do that." We reach my door, unsure of what to do. I want to kiss him, I need to, but I can't bring myself to make the first move. It seems like just days ago, we were in this same situation, in a different hallway. We were outside his apartment, not mine. An eternity later, he finally moves in. I try to prepare myself. "Mulder's going to kiss me" runs over and over in my head. I'm so scared, so excited. Then finally, Mulder's lips touch mine and all thought flies out of my head. All that matters is Mulder's beautiful, gorgeous, and amazing lips on mine. Its pure heaven. Who am I kidding? Its better than heaven. For the first time in years, I'm truly happy. Shit, I'm even more than happy, I'm ecstatic. All because of Mulder. We eventually come up for air and just stand there, staring at each other. I want to open my door, fling him inside, and make mad passionate love to him, but I know we can't. We have to take this slow, for it is far to precious to screw up. If I lost him, I'd lose myself. I look into his eyes, and I know he feels the same. So mad, passionate sex is out...but maybe... I move to unlock the door, and then I open it. I step inside and turn back towards Mulder. "Please, come in," I say and move aside to let him pass. "But Scully...I thought we were taking this slow." "We are, don't worry so much. I just have a small favor to ask of you." I can see the confused look in his eyes. He comes inside anyway and I turn, close and chain the door. I turn back to face him. "Mulder, I know this is going to sound weird, but could you sleep with me tonight? Not sex...just lay there with me? Hold me? if it makes you uncomfortable then its perfectly fine and understandable. I mean, its an extremely odd request and I won't hold it against you at all if you don't want to do it. Its just-" "Scully, calm down. I don't mind at all, really. Why don't you go get ready to go to bed? Its been a long day and you should probably get as much rest as possible. Just come back out when you're done changing." "Thank you Mulder...thank you for understanding." I move towards my bedroom and go through my regular night routines. I change into my pajamas and go back into the living room where Mulder is waiting. "Ready?" He says. I simply nod and walk over to him. I take his hand and he lets me guide him into my bedroom. We lay down on my bed together, him spooned perfectly around me. I reach to turn out the light and on impulse alone, turn around and give Mulder a quick kiss on the lips. "Goodnight, Mulder." "Night Scully." As I turn the light off and return to Mulder's arms I know everything is going to be okay. Tonight I'll fall asleep in Mulder's arms, hopefully for the first of many times. I never thought this time would come, but it has, and I'm not going to waste a single second of it. Not even one. The End! ------------- Feedback would extremely appreciated!