From: "Elizabeth Robson" Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2000 16:25:01 -0500 Subject: xfc: Deep Shades of Purple Source: xfc From: "Elizabeth Robson" Deep Shades of Purple Lyz MagicWillow@eznet.net DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Just please keep my name on it. SPOILER WARNING: Millennium RATING: PG at the most CONTENT WARNING: A little tension CLASSIFICATION: S, MSR SUMMARY: If I told you that, I'd give away the story... DISCLAIMER: It sux. I don't own them. They're CC's AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm new at this. Let me know how I did. This is in Scully's P.O.V. He had kissed me. I couldn't believe it. I wasn't expecting it to happen in a hospital waiting room, but now was better than never, right? Now, we sat in the car. I was in the driver's seat, feeling Mulder's nervousness. He was scared and I was nervous he was going to ask me about it. I wasn't sure what, exactly, had happened. I had accepted and kissed back. What would I tell him? It was nice? I loved it, could we do it again? No. I glanced over at Mulder. He was looking at his wounded arm he had gotten trying to save the world from an apocalypse. He began to pick at his bandage. I knew things were awkward between us, but I secretly hoped it'd lead to something else. "Mulder," I said, breaking the silence, "You really shouldn't mess with that." He looked up at me with those wonderful hazel eyes. I could feel them looking me over, but I couldn't tell what it meant. This was a stare I wasn't use to getting. "It's bleeding through and I wanted to see how much longer until I need another bandage," he explained, still picking at it absently. I just nodded. I figured it was okay. I have an emergency kit in my car, so I was ready for just in case he did need another. The thought of changing his bandage some how gave me a thrill. I didn't understand why, I mean, this is Mulder, not Mel Gibson. "Are you okay, Scully?" Mulder asked, taking his good hand and moving my hair out of the way to look at the wounds I had gotten at the coroner's office. I tipped my head a little so that a little bit more light shone on it, making it more clear for him. "I'm fine," I answered, but winced a bit when he tugged a little at my skin. His touch was so gentle, like it had always been for me. He'd never hurt me on purpose and I knew he probably never would. I looked at him to reassure him and gave him a little smile. He had those Bambi eyes that always made me want to either slap him or kiss him, but I never did either one. I knew that those eyes meant he was worried. He put his hand down. He smiled back and I shivered. Why was Mulder turning me on? Why did I feel this way about him? ^This is MULDER, Dana,MULDER.^ I told myself. "So," Mulder said, "how 'bout those Knicks?" I smiled a small smile. ^God, he can be so inappropriate.^ I turned to let him see the smile. That made him happy. We sat in silence for a few more minutes. It didn't seem as bad as before, but it was still getting tense. I saw Mulder reach over and turn the heat on a little. I was glad because there were so many shivers running down my spine. I was waiting, however, ^3... 2... 1...^ "Ok, Scully," Mulder said, as if reading my mind. He sounded a little exasperated. "What?" I answered, trying not to sound nervous. I felt the adrenaline rush though my body, however. I saw this beautiful colour of purple flash quickly before my eyes and I wonder what that meant. "Okay, already!" he almost yelled this time. "I'm sorry! I didn't know it would be this way. If I did, then I wouldn't have. But when it happened, I saw this wonderful shade of purple" Purple? "and it was like this driving force that made me do it." What the hell was he talking about? The kiss? I was so confused. I didn't want to upset him by not knowing. From the tone of his voice, he was already really upset. "Mulder.." I began, but wasn't able to finish the thought. I saw a McDonalds ahead and decided to pull in. We needed to talk. I had felt the hurt as he said his last words. I didn't like it, so I wanted to fix it. He didn't say anything as we pulled in. He just kept his head hanging, looking like he was about to cry. I stopped the car and unbuckled so I could face him better. "We need to talk about what happened." I had a feeling that was the wrong thing to say, but there was no other way to put it. He looked at me. "Well," he said slowly, "I put you in danger at the morgue. I almost got you killed again." "Mulder, that's not your fault. You didn't know. and I'm here, right?" "Yeah, well lately I've been thinking about what I'd do if I lost you. Making you do my bidding doesn't seem to help." "Mulder, you can't make *me* do anything I don't want to do. Second of all, I do it for you. I wouldn't do it for anyone else." "Well, I also seem to hurt you emotionally. Like I don't care enough about how you feel. I push it away and just figure you're strong enough to hold it in." "Mulder," I said getting frustrated with his low self esteem, "if I want to share, you always are open to listen to me bitch about every thing wrong with the world." "What about our kiss," he said quietly. "Mulder!" I yelled at him. "Do you really want to know what I thought of our kiss?!" As much as this was hurting him and I saw it, I was enjoying putting him on. I started the car and buckled up. We stopped at the closest hotel I could find and made him wait in the car. I asked for one room for one night. I got back out to the car, found the room and dragged Mulder inside with me. I looked at his bandage and he winced as I mess with it. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, but there was a deep shade of purple where it dried. When he gets up to leave, he asks for the keys to his room. I told him that this was the only room left. I must have been doing a good job of hiding it, but then again, he can hide almost anything. He sat back down in the chair and sighs. When he winces, I ran over to him and sat on his lap. I kissed the sore and looked up at him. "Feel, better?" He nodded. "But now this hurts." He pointed to just below his chin. He knew what I was doing. I kissed it. "Better?" "Now this," he said, as touched his chin. "Kiss it and make it feel all better." I nodded. I kissed it tenderly, happy he knew my plan. "Now my lips hurt." He stuck them out like a child. I felt chills all over as I slowly edged closer. I had a feeling that bandage was going to need to be changed in the morning. We connected and purple started to fly all around. He wrapped his good arm around me and stood up, edging us closer to the bed. Deep shades of purple were seen that night. End