From Erica.Miszti@premium-mail.co.uk Sun Sep 22 07:01:46 1996 Return-Path: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Received: from chaos.taylored.com (chaos.taylored.com [206.53.224.58]) by sh1.ro.com (8.7.6/8.6.9) with SMTP id HAA09941 for ; Sun, 22 Sep 1996 07:58:00 -0500 Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 22 Sep 1996 12:17:47 -0000 Delivered-To: x-files-fanfic-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 22 Sep 1996 12:17:46 -0000 Delivered-To: xff-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by uid 1003); 22 Sep 1996 12:17:33 -0000 Received: (qmail-queue invoked from smtpd); 22 Sep 1996 12:15:51 -0000 Received: from www.cloud-nine.co.uk (194.217.99.10) by chaos.taylored.com with SMTP; 22 Sep 1996 12:15:48 -0000 Received: by www.cloud-nine.co.uk with SMTP (Microsoft Exchange Server Internet Mail Connector Version 4.0.993.5) id <01BBA888.40AA1E90@www.cloud-nine.co.uk>; Sun, 22 Sep 1996 13:16:23 +0100 Message-ID: From: "Miszti, Erica" To: "'x-files-fanfic'" Subject: Frenzy (1/1) PG-13 MSR Date: Sun, 22 Sep 1996 13:01:46 +0100 X-Mailer: Microsoft Exchange Server Internet Mail Connector Version 4.0.993.5 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Precedence: bulk X-UIDL: c7130eb2a62c852c6c54bbb92f53ecf0 This is a weird little story that just *appeared* in my head. It's set between Syzygy and Piper Maru and it's one of my takes on the state of M&S' relationship at this time. RATING: I don't really get the US rating system, so I've rated it PG-13. There is no sex and just a little bit of kissing. It's definetely MSR. SUMMARY: Scully faces another lonely evening. Mulder gets a wake up call regarding their relationship. Set between Syzygy & Piper Maru. DISCLAIMER: M&S don't belong to me. Don't sue me. Please. The song "Frenzy" is from Songs The Key Of X and I don't know who the copyright belongs to - but no copyright infringement is intended. "Gone With The Wind" is probably the property of loads of different people - so apologies to all of them for it's mention here. I just love dancing to this song. ************************************ Frenzy (1/1) by Erica Miszti (Erica.Miszti@premium-mail.co.uk) ************************ Saturday night. Dana Scully's apartment. Scully was bored and pissed off. She sat on the couch in front of the TV with her knees tucked up to her chest, dressed in her favourite pyjamas, wrapped in the cover from her bed, a large tub of her favourite ice cream propped precariously in front of her. She was watching a videotape of Gone With The Wind. She'd seen it at least seven million times before and didn't really want to watch it again, but was *so* bored. Scully sighed deeply and picked up the nearby remote control. With a sharp movement she switched the tape off, then flicked off the TV set. She rested back against the couch and closed her eyes. What a Saturday night, one of many similar ones. What was it with her lately? She'd been hanging out with Mulder for too long. Mulder. She stood up, still clutching the blanket around herself and went to the stereo. On the way she took the phone off the hook. The only person who would call her tonight would be Mulder and right now she didn't want to talk to him. She put in the new CD that she'd just bought and went back to the kitchen. The sound of a moody guitar-based track filled her apartment and Scully started to swing her hips a little as she moved. She nearly lost the blanket and had to make a grab for it. Tucking it firmer around herself, she crossed to the refrigerator and pulled out the bottle of wine that she'd bought last week. She couldn't really remember when she taken to buying a bottle of wine every week, but somehow it always disappeared and she bought a new one. Just in case someone came around, she told herself. Of course, the only two people that ever came around these days were Mulder and her mom - neither of whom drank. With practiced ease, Scully extracted the cork from the bottle without dropping the blanket. Taking a wine glass from a cabinet, Scully returned to her place on the couch. She let go of the blanket and poured a large quantity of the chardonnay into the glass and relaxed back. She brought the glass to her lips and took a deep draught. It was smooth and icy sliding down her throat and she sank into the sensation. The music began to wash over her and the hairs on her neck stood on end. Without thinking, her fingers holding the wineglass became almost caressing. The soft guitar rhythm rose and fell in sharp peaks and Scully began to respond to it on every level. Her head nodded in time. Her toes tapped along. The words became the most important thing in the whole world. The man's voice carried her every emotion - not the words, they were just words, but the feeling behind them. As she tilted the glass to her lips she was surprised to find just drops hitting her lips. Opening her eyes she was that the glass was suddenly empty. So she refilled it. The second glass was drank - followed by several more - until the bottle was nearly empty. Soft, but intense tunes drifted from the stereo. Song after song and with each Scully felt more free. Every thought slipped out of her head. She wasn't sure when she stood up, but suddenly she was dancing. Nothing practised or particularly graceful, just moving in time to the music. The music wove itself through her and twisted her feet into intricate nonsense patterns on the carpet. Colours, lights, shapes and patterns spun around her. She didn't know that it wasn't the world spinning, it was her. Sensuously she moved and span and swayed in time with the intoxicating rhythm. Her hands bumped against her thighs and she trailed them across her hips, enjoying the tactile sensation. She brought them up and ran them through her hair. Her eyes closed and her head drooped, but still she moved. She was a total slave to the music. She didn't see the man outside the window. Mulder watched his usually demure partner in total shock. He'd been coming to apologize. He'd knocked on the door, but there had been no response. Listening carefully, he'd heard the music and gone to the front window just to see that she was alright. She seemed more than alright. She seemed more alive than he'd ever seen her. He could hear the music only faintly but he could have picked up the rhythm just from watching Scully move. Her body arched and twirled in a rhythm that fascinated him. He was aware that he was standing on the front lawn, staring through the window, but he couldn't have moved if he'd wanted to. He didn't want to. His eyes fixed on the path her hands took trailing over her body and he imagined his own hands following that path. Elements of feeling returned to Scully as she grew more turned on by the movements of her hands. Her imagination began to weave it's way into the rhythm. She began to sing along. She began to imagine hands other than her own touching her. Caressing her. Mulder's hands. "Dig this crazy mood I'm in, listen to my heart as it starts to spin. When you kiss me, do it again." The music peaked and Scully ran her hands up over her hips, along her body to skim over her breasts before they slid up her neck, through her hair and into the air. "I'm in a frenzy!" She laughed happily and spun around on the spot with a sensuous twist. She didn't really know all the words, so she bluffed along with screams and odd sounds, all the time moving and swaying. "When you touch me I warm right up . . . I'm in a frenzy!" She danced and twirled around the couch, sprawling across the back of it, her arms flying out above her head. "You built a flame from a tiny spark, you can really knock me out. Yeah!" She stood up and spun around. She stopped facing the window. And saw him. Mulder's face froze as their eyes met. He'd meant to slip away without her noticing him. To his greater shock, she smiled a dopey smile and beckoned him, indicating towards the door. Mulder realised that she, at the very least, had been drinking. He moved towards the door with a feeling somewhere between concern and curiousity. Scully's head was swimming deliciously. She danced towards the door. There was some reason why she hadn't wanted to see Mulder, but she couldn't remember what it was. Right now she wanted to dance. She wanted to dance with him. It took her a few goes at the latch before she managed to open it. She had to balance on the door frame in order to stay upright. The door opened slowly to reveal a concerned looking Mulder. Scully grinned sheepishly at him. "Hi Foxy." She said stupidly as she let go of the door and started to fall. Mulder reached out and caught her before she hit the ground. "Now I know you're not alright." He said softly as he guided her into the apartment and closed the door. "I'm feeling wonderful." She told him as she clung to his neck. "I wanna dance." He sat her down onto the couch and tried to move away from her, but she kept her arms tightly laced around his back. "I think you've done enough dancing." "No." She said firmly and used his support in order to stand up. Mulder sighed and placed his hands around her waist. Scully made a delightful drunk. She was currently attempting to push him around in a spin in time to the music. She firmly grasped his right hand in hers and they did a strange tango-ish step across the room. Mulder laughed and gave in, letting her lead him in an odd dance. They spun and dipped and whirled in time to the music, both overcome with wild laughter. In truth, Mulder had to fight to keep them both upright but the dance was a team effort. Eventually Scully had to wrap her arms around his neck just to avoid crashing to the floor. Her face was tightly pressed into his chest and his hands held her against him tightly. Then the music changed from wild and crazy to slow and sweet. Their pace changed automatically. Now they barely moved, just swayed in time with their bodies as close as they could get. Mulder rested his chin lightly against his partner's head and closed his eyes. It was like no sensation he'd ever experienced. Perfect contentment. Total confident happiness. Like the fabled lightening bolt, an x-file in it's own right, it hit him. He was in love with Scully. Oh God, he was in love with Scully! Well, he couldn't tell her. That would ruin everything. Oh God, he was *in love* with Scully!! "Why have you stopped?" Her sleepy voice said against his neck, sending a chill down his spine as her breath hit him. "Err, I think it's time you went to bed." He told her, putting her a little way away from him, but still supporting most of her weight. "Good idea." She smiled and reached for him. Before Mulder knew what was happening, her lips were on his. Her arms wound their way back around his neck and she clung to him once more. He had to put his hands on her waist to steady himself this time. Scully was in heaven. Although Mulder seemed more stunned than anything to start with, after a few seconds he responded to her kiss and returned it. At length they explored each others mouths, drawing out the action for as long as they could. Something in her head was telling her to stop this, but she didn't want to. Her hands cupped his jaw and ran lightly over the rough, end of day stubble. Her tongue traced the curve of his lower lip, as she'd wanted to ever since they'd first met. Then his hands were on her shoulders, but they were not drawing her near. She stared up at him with a question in her eyes. His breath was coming fast and his cheeks were flushed. Mulder held her away from him. She looked up at him with longing in her eyes. Testing his resolve. "Scully, you're drunk. You'd regret it in the morning." He was doing the right thing. He was sure of it. On the other hand . . . Scully suddenly remembered why she hadn't wanted to see him. Anger took the place of passion and she stepped further away from him, stumbling as she did so. "So it's one rule for you and another for me!" She exclaimed. "You can get drunk and seduce Detective White, but I can't do the same and seduce you!" She spat angrily, fighting to stay upright. Mulder reached out to help her but she swatted his arm away. "I've explained about that." He told her, his arm falling uselessly to his side. "What you saw . . ." "Anyway, I'm not drunk." Scully interrupted, almost falling. "No?" Mulder said picking up the empty wine bottle from the floor and showing it to her. She frowned. "I only had a couple of glasses." She told him accusingly. A thought hit Mulder. "How often do you drink this much, Scully?" He asked softly, incredulously. "I don't drink much." She spat, clutching the back of the couch now. Mulder walked up to her and put a hand out. "Don't touch me." She shrieked, recoiling from him. "Scully?" He was shocked by how desperate his tone sounded. "How often do you drink?" "None of your business!" She snarled. "Scul. . ." "Get out of my apartment NOW!!" She stepped angrily towards him, and lost her balance. Mulder was immediately on his knees beside her. They struggled as he tried to take her into his arms and she fought his attempts. Mulder's superior strength won. Great choking sobs spilled from inside her and she clutched onto him with as much strength as she used to push him away only moments earlier. Mulder rocked her gently, tears welling in his own eyes as he absorbed her pain. For so long she'd been his strength and he hadn't seen that she needed him too. "Everything's gonna be okay Scully." He said reassuringly into her hair. "We'll get through this together." "No, no, no, no, everything *wont* be fine." She paused to choke back her tears. "You can't bring back my sister, you can't change what they did to me and you *can't* make me tall and beautiful!" He'd been expecting the first two but the last caught him by surprise. "I can't make you tall Scully, but you *are* beautiful." His voice was low and intense. "Then why did you find 'Dr. Bambi'," Her voice was full of scorn. "attractive but not me? Everyone else but never me!" She moved away, tears still sparkling in her eyes. "What is it with her being a doctor anyway? An insect doctor - hardly counts! I'm a real doctor, even you're more of a doctor than she is!" "You were jealous." Mulder answered incredulously. "Of course I was jealous Mulder. I hide how I feel about you for all this time, because you're so obsessed by your work. I join in with your obsession because I want to be with you. I love the work Mulder, but if it hadn't been for you do you think that I would have stayed for so long. After everything that's happened, do you think that I'd still be here instead of on an assignment where I might get some career advancement or at least not be risking my life by playing games with shadowy government org...org..orga...whatever!" She gasped in a breath as her words dried up. She let her head drop and adjusted herself so that she was sitting more comfortably. Mulder sat opposite her, on the floor, hanging his own head. "I haven't been good to you, have I?" Mulder said sadly. "You've always come through for me but I've never been there for you." "I've always known what you were like Mulder. I never asked you to." "You shouldn't have *had* to ask me." His voice was full of self-reproach. "I've been kidding myself that I didn't need anyone, while all the time I was living off you like some kind of emotional vampire." He looked up at her intently. "That's gonna stop from now on Scully. I'm going to be a better friend to you than I have been." "A friend Mulder?" She asked, gazing deep into his eyes. "Whatever you want me to be." He smiled. "Although I think that we should try to make it as friends before we try anything more." "It's very complicated." Scully agreed. "We'll deal with that as we come to it, okay?" Scully returned his smile and nodded in agreement. "So, friend, will you help me into bed?" Scully asked and Mulder looked at her curiously. "I promise not to attack you again." Mulder laughed and stood up. He reached down and grasped her outstretched hand, helping her to stand up. Her body came into contact with the full length of his. "Not even if I beg you to?" He asked huskily. Scully stared deep into his eyes and smiled. ******** THE END ********* *********************************************************************** "Okay it's not the finely detailed insanity you've come to expect from me, it's just a theory." Fox Mulder. *********************************************************************** XX http://members.aol.com/emmiszti/fanfic.htm XX XX XX XX Erica.Miszti@premium-mail.co.uk XX XX Emmiszti@aol.com XX ************************************************************************ "The aliens are coming, wait for me, I'm coming along, Yes they're coming, wait for me while I get my gun, Bang Bang, What you do that for, they were only here to meet us, you don't know, You don't know that, They could've been coming to beat us. Didn't bleed red. Didn't bleed red. Didn't bleed red. Better off dead." 'Didn't Bleed Red' by Terrorvision *****************************************