From lone_jaguar@geocities.com Thu Dec 12 22:14:10 1996 ************************ Closet Sleeper Fox Mulder and Dana Scully do not belong to me (I'm serious). They belong to Chirs (whom my sister had to phone in order to talk to him) Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and 20th Century FOX Braodcasting (The biggest weenies in the Universe) Another chapter to add to my 'Bed Series'. The first two being Two Agents And a Waterbed and Good Vibrations. It's not needed to read them first, but there are refrences made in this story that happened in the other two and it just makes it so much more funny, but you don't need to. Another idea from the infamous Rachael McMillan (co-writer: Day in The Life of Mulder And Scully). And for those of you who liked that story (A Day in The Life of...) I'm TRYING to recruit her again but... I don't know... come on Rach :-( Anyway Rating: PG. Just some fun... Nothing offensive... and no one gets hurt... badly. Summary: Scully on Mulder (not literally :-))... and her revenge... unfolds... Comments, suggestions and flames are always welcome. Though, I should add, the flames will be used for various things. Warm my house, roast weenies, toast marshmallows (even if I don't like them that much) and well . . . amuse me because I love fire. :-) And on with the show... Closet Sleeper Nicole van Dam aka The Warfarine Dealer lone_jaguar@geocities.com Seattle, Washington The Sleeping Elf "One bedroom." "One?" Mulder walked up behind his partner with a raised eyebrow. The motel manager looked at him blankly as did Scully. "Is there something wrong with that?" she asked him. "Well... Can I see you for a second?" Scully tossed her pen onto the counter and followed her partner into a corner. "What's wrong?" "One room Scully?" Mulder repeated. "Don't you think that's a little risky?" "For whom?" Mulder rolled his eyes. "Us Scully," he told her. "US. What do you think is going to happen when Skinner sees the expense reports?" "Calm down Mulder," she said. "Half the bureau thinks we're sleeping together anyway. And if I remember correctly, technically we have been lately." Then he realized where she was coming from. She just wanted to get back at him for what he did to her last time. He smiled. "Scully, aren't we finished that?" She looked at him blankly. "Finished what?" "No, no, no," he told her, backing up a few steps. "Don't give me that innocent stuff. You know damn well what I'm talking about." "Mulder, unlike you, childish games have escaped me. Now if you could maybe try to learn something, we wouldn't get into these kind of situations." With that, she walked back to the counter and continued her conversation with him about getting the room. Mulder's jaw dropped to the floor. He couldn't believe she had just blatantly denied what she had done to him in Houston. Literally kicking him off the QUEEN-SIZED bed, so she could have the entire thing to herself. He entire five-foot-two form. Naturally, when they had to share a bed again in San Francisco, he had returned the favour and made her sleep on the floor. So he figured they were even. That was it. No more games. But his petite partner seemed to have a few other ideas... =============== Mulder entered the room and dropped his bags on the floor beside the table. The room was quite nice. He made a mental note to let Scully choose the accomodations more often. She seemed to have an eye for it. Unlike him, who seems to choose all the rat-infested roach motels. It was those that he seemed to be magnetized to. It was like he had some kind of curse. Mulder shuddered as Scully walked inside. There was one problem he had with this room. "Scully?" he asked. "What is it Mulder?" she replied annoyed. "No, I don't have a water gun." "Where's the bed?" he said, ignoring her comment. Scully sighed and put her bags on the floor. "Mulder, it's right over..." The room was completely bed-less. "... there. Hm." She turned around in the spot. "I don't know." "Terrific," Mulder said, sitting at the table. "That's the last time you choose the hotel." Dana glared at him. "There has to be a bed in here somewhere." "Where are they going to hide it? The closet?" "Ha ha. Help me find it." Mulder chuckled. "You're kidding right? Find the bed." He held out his hand and clicked his tongue. "Here beddie-beddie-beddie. Come 'ere." Scully rolled her eyes and stopped on the other side of the room. She looked at her partner and chuckled. "This is so stupid," she said. "Watch, they've put it in the wall." She knocked on the wood of the wall. Suddenly, that portion of the wall fell to the floor with a loud crash, revealing a double bed. Scully jumped back, letting out a soft yelp of surprise. "Found it," she announced to an equally surprised Mulder. ==================== "Okay," Mulder said, pulling back the covers of the bed. Scully was sitting in the bed already, dressed in a tee-shirt and shorts. "No hurricanes, no earthquakes. Deal?" Scully looked at him and took off her glasses. "Mulder, I wish you would just act like an adult for a change. Nothing is going to happen." Mulder took that as a "Deal" and slid into the cool left side of the bed. Dana chuckled at the way he got into the bed so slowly. "Mulder, take it easy," she said. He looked at her uneasily and layed down on his back; looking at the ceiling. Scully reached over and clicked the lamp off on the bedside table and sank down into the bed beside her partner. Mulder waited silently... waited to be thrown, kicked, shoved, all of the above, out of the bed. She said she wasn't going to do anything, but his small partner could be incredibly deceiving sometimes. He listened to her get comfortable. He didn't move. It was like he was in stasis. =================== Mulder lifted his arm and looked at his watch. Three in the morning and still nothing. This was getting confusing. Was she really telling him the truth? ================== Scully smiled in her sleep. She could feel Mulder moving; glancing at her to see if she was awake. And for a good reason too. He wasn't buying the whole "I won't do anything to you" jive. She knew it. But... oh, it was just so fun to have him freaking out. ================== This was getting to him entirely too much. He looked over at her. Nothing. She was sleeping like a baby... Or was she? Mulder mentally slapped himself. he yelled at himself. He nodded in the dark room. He was being too suspiscious. Here they were, on a case, and he can't even trust his own partner. He smiled and shook his head. He was just being his own paranoid self. Mulder relaxed in the bed and shifted to get more comfortable. He convinced himself that she was just sleeping. That's it. With one last look at his sleeping partner, he closed his eyes. As his breath was just evening out, he felt Scully roll over towards him. Then he felt her arm drape over his mid-section and his eyes flew open. He looked down at her and she nuzzled her head into the side of his chest; using it as a pillow. And he became very confused. She stopped moving and relaxed; her breath coming long and even. Adjusting himself to the unusual situation, Mulder started to feel his muscles loosen and he too fell asleep. ====================== Dana lifted herself slowly from her partner's warm confines and cursed herself. He was really warm, but her revenge was going to be much, much better. She slid out from under his arm and stood on the carpeted floor. Reaching over and grabbing her pillow, she put it on the table and walked over to Mulder's side of the bed. With a quick check to the wall, she found the switch she wanted and made a mental note of its location. She gazed down at Mulder and smiled. Crouching beside his head, she leaned in close to him; her breath brushing his ear. She kissed the sensitive spot under his ear. "Mulder?" she whispered. He groaned and shifted slightly; a faint smile creeping its way onto his face. "Mulder?" she repeated just as softly; kissing him again. "Hmm?" Her partner opened his eyes slowly and looked at her. He frowned, noticing she was on the other side of him. She smiled slyly, getting to her feet. "Gotcha," she said, hitting the switch on the wall. Mulder's eyes widened as the bed flew upwards, closing into the wall. His hands clutched at the sheets, trying to escape, but the bed was moving too quickly. The last thing he heard before being shut in the pitch blackness of the half-metre area where the bed stayed, was the hearty laughter of his partner. He moved until he was on his feet and pressed his ear against the wood of the wall. She was still laughing. Oh, he was going to get her for this. Scully wiped the tears from her eyes and moved over to the table where she had stashed her pillow. Yeah, he was going to be sore in the morning, but he was going to be okay. She'd done this before. Medical school pranks. They were the best. Except when she was locked in a cadaver freezer for an hour and a half. That was not fun at all. She could hear him moving around in the space between the bed and the wall, trying to make himslef comfortable. She chuckled and dropped the pillow on the floor. Sure, she would have to sleep on the floor again, but... It was well worth it. ============== THE END October 20, 1996 ============== "Think you can run faster scared than I can mad?" --Mike Bredan "Creativity is sparked by the need of something to do when there's already something to do." --The Warfarine Dealer's motto Stay tuned for the next installment... Death to Ratboy!! >:-)