From qltiersky@aol.com Wed May 14 13:32:36 1997 Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: Going Up PG-13 From: qltiersky@aol.com (QL Tiersky) -------- This is in response to a challenge requesting "A story titled ‘Going Up’ with lots and lots and LOTS of UST, no sex, and no MSR. Just lots and lots of UST. Preferably taking place in an elevator." I hope I will be forgiven if this seems a little tongue in cheek. Thus, I bring you, "Going Up," by Marcia Tiersky, rated PG-13 Disclaimer: I’m not actually using Chris Carter’s Mulder and Scully. I am using the Mulder and Scully that I created at the exact same time he did and with remarkably similar characteristics. In fact, he’s darned lucky I haven’t sued him! This story contains no spoilers of any kind. Archive commentary: Don’t know why you’d want to, but anyone who feels the need to archive this is welcome to, as long as it keeps my name. Please file with anything else you have by tierskmn@wfu.edu or QLTiersky@aol.com. ____________________________________________________________ July 11, 1997 Sears Tower 4:28 p.m. Dana Scully paused to shake the raindrops off her hair as she followed her partner, Fox Mulder, into the lobby of the Sears Tower. In all their travels chasing various and sundry monsters, they had never been to any major national landmarks. Now, they finally had to interview someone in this historic building. She paused to scan the lobby, as Mulder turned back with an impatient look. "Come on, Scully," he ordered. "If we don’t speak with Dr. Fein by 5 today, we’ll be stuck until Monday." Scully sighed, wondering if it would be so terrible to be trapped in an exciting city with her handsome partner for a weekend. They could go paddle boating on Lake Michigan, visit the Goodman theater, maybe soak in a Jacuzzi…. "Scully!" he called again, breaking her out of her reverie. Obediently, she followed him to the first bank of elevators, admiring the way his pants outlined his long legs and buttocks. Mulder managed to catch the door just as it was closing, and slipped in, Scully close behind him. He barely glanced at the three other people in the cramped elevator as he searched for the correct floor. "Where are we going, Scully?" he whispered, his breath caressing her ear and sending a shiver down her spine. Because of the crowd, the two were forced to stand shoulder to shoulder, the contact heating up their arms. Scully consulted the paper in front of her, as Mulder looked over her shoulder, catching a good glimpse down the front of her blouse while he was at it. Mulder felt his pulse rate increase and reminded himself to breathe slowly and evenly so as not to arouse his gorgeous partner’s suspicions. said an evil voice in the back of his head. Mulder didn’t even hear the answer, and had to ask her to repeat it. "64," she said patiently, staring into his hazel eyes dreamily. Mulder found himself lost in her azure gaze, and was jolted roughly back into this reality by a gravely voice saying, "This elevator only goes to twenty." Mulder turned to the man next to him with a frown. "What do you mean it only goes to twenty? This building has at least—" A chorus of voices from the other elevator patrons stopped him. "There are different sets of elevators." "You need an express elevator." "Didn’t you read the signs?" Mulder and Scully exchanged embarrassed glances. He had been in too much of a hurry, and she had been too distracted by his luscious body to notice that they had stepped into the wrong elevator. "You can catch a connection on 20," one woman volunteered, eyeing Mulder thoughtfully. "Thank you," Scully replied tightly, determined to distract Mulder’s gaze from the shapely brunette. Fortunately, the elevator pinged as they reached the 12th floor. "Excuse me," the woman purred, brushing deliberately passed Mulder as she got off. Mulder swallowed hard, trying to get his mind back on his work. Although there was slightly more space on the elevator now, Mulder and Scully continued to stand close together, arms swinging slightly, hands occasionally brushing. Scully could glance up and admire her partner’s firm jawline, and he could look down upon her hair, still glistening from being wet. Noticing a flower caught in the tendrils, he gently reached down and extracted it, handing it to a surprised Scully, who blushed. Before she could comment, the elevator pinged again, letting off the two accountants who had been standing behind them on the 17th floor. Mulder and Scully automatically putting some space between them, trying to hide the overwhelming feelings they were experiencing. On the 19th floor, the man next to Mulder stepped off, saying, "good luck," and shaking his head in disgust. The pair carefully did not look at each other as the elevator reached its last stop. On the 20th floor, Mulder scanned the hallways for signs of a different elevator bank. With relief, he saw there was another one just like the one he was leaving, and headed towards it. Scully carefully scanned the area and said, "Umm Mulder, I think--" But he cut her off, "Come on, Scully we only have twenty minutes "But, Mulder…" but he was already holding a door open for her and gesturing for her to follow, with complaints from an assortment of businesspeople who were in a hurry. With a sigh, Scully followed him. This elevator was even more crowded than the last, with 6 people besides the intrepid duo trying to make their way up the Sears Tower. Scully found herself squished between the left wall and Mulder’s hard body. She stared at the panel of buttons before her and groaned. "What?" he demanded. "Press our button!" "Mulder," she began, "I tried to tell you…" "Tell me what? Have you been keeping secrets from me again?" he sounded extremely pissed off. she thought, watching the way his lips moved, and wondering what he would do if she wrapped herself around him and started sucking on them. Noticing his scowl, she realized he was still waiting for an answer. "Mulder, this elevator doesn’t go to 64 either. There was another bank of elevators passed this one. It only goes to 40." Mulder’s jaw dropped. He shifted position to look at his watch, forcing him to press even closer into her. She could feel his muscular chest pressing into her back and longed to run her hands up into his shirt to explore it. Seeing that it was already a quarter to five, Mulder was beginning to really worry. Even so, he couldn’t help but notice his partner’s nearness. Her scent surrounded him and made him lightheaded. He wondered if he fainted if she would give him mouth to mouth resuscitation, and was strongly tempted to try. "Do you think we need to go down?" Scully asked. Mulder blinked, had Scully just asked him about going down? Because right now he wanted more than anything for her to kneel down in front of him in this elevator and…." "No, sweetheart. You can catch an elevator further up from the 40th floor," said the tall, dark, and handsome lawyer that had been staring at Scully since the couple got on the elevator. Nodding curtly, Mulder shifted his position to keep the man from ogling his partner any longer. Mulder thought, giving her the once-over. They stayed pressed together as they stopped at the 24th and 27th floors, both of which seemed to be law firms. Soon, they were down to just Mulder and Scully and two others, and Mulder forced himself to step back. Immediately he missed the feeling of her body being pressed against his. Scully barely stifled a sigh, and felt cold where his nearness had warmed her. Finally reaching the 40th floor, the pair sprinted from the elevator to the next set of elevators. This time, Mulder poked his head in and checked to see if the elevator went to 63. He came out shaking his head. "How high does it go?" Scully asked. "60," he responded. There must be more elevators." The two stepped back out into the main hallway, and found themselves facing a dead end. They turned, facing each other, and their gazes locked. For a full minute they stared, trying to read each others thoughts and emotions. Finally, Mulder spoke. "Scully," he practically moaned. "I--" "Hey, what are you two doing?" The janitor bearing down on them startled the two and they jumped apart. "We’re Special Agents Scully and Mulder," Scully snapped, whipping out her badge and displaying it. "Uh huh," the janitor seemed unimpressed. "We’re investigating a murder," Mulder lied, trying to make them sound important. "Oh, is that what you were investigating?" the janitor sneered. "Where’s the corpse?" Scully blushed slightly, as she said, "We are looking to interview a suspect. He’s on the 64th floor." "I don’t know how to break this to you, but this is the 40th floor." "We know that," Mulder snapped. "And if you would tell us how to get to the 64th floor, we’d appreciate it." "Why didn’t you take an elevator, like normal people?" the janitor queried. "We tried!" Scully responded, angered. The janitor paused, looking at the agents carefully. "You’re not from around here, are you?" The agents ignored the question. The janitor sighed and motioned, "follow me." Side by side, Mulder and Scully followed the janitor to the bank of elevators Mulder had checked out previously. "You see this?" the janitor asked, pushing a button. The pair nodded. "Take it to the 60th floor. Then take the stairs to 64." "There’s no elevator?" Scully asked in surprise, worried about her heels on the staircase. "There is one," the janitor replied. "But I doubt you two could handle finding it." An elevator door opened and the two silently entered; Mulder pressed the button for 60. For once, they were alone in the elevator. Scully looked up at Mulder and their gazes locked again. The two stepped closer together. Scully unconsciously licked her lips. Mulder swallowed hard. "Were you going to tell me something, Mulder?" she whispered in a husky voice. "I, umm, I.." his mouth had gone completely dry at the sight of his partner gazing at him, wet lips beckoning him. He started to reach for her, when the elevator jolted. Scully was thrown to the floor, Mulder was thrown on top of her. The feel of each other’s bodies was driving them crazy. As they sorted out their tangled limbs, Mulder felt her hands brush him in places he had only dreamed of. "Sorry," she whispered, embarrassed. "Don’t be." He responded. She turned to glare at him, when the elevator resumed its upward course. In moments, they were let off on the 60th floor. Mulder glances at his watch, then looked both ways, his eyes lighting on the glowing "Exit" sign, and he ran for the stairs. Scully followed as best she could, concentrating on not falling, and trying to ignore the emotions that were racing through her. By the time they had made it up three flights, both were sweaty and panting. "What’s the room number?" he asked, rushing up the hallway. "He’s in 6425." Scully gasped out. "There, at the end of the hall," she pointed. Mulder ran up to the frosted glass and started pounding on it. Scully walked calmly up, looked at her watch, and sighed. "Mulder, its ten after 5. He’s gone." Mulder let out a groan of frustration. "We were so close! Now we’re stuck here until Monday." Scully nodded, trying to look sad, as she led Mulder towards the set of elevators she had spied. As Mulder eyed her waggling behind, he barely heard her say, "So, Mulder, what are your thoughts on paddle boats?" Mulder turned to her with a puzzled look, as they entered the elevator….. ______________________________________________________________ That’s it. Anything that was to happen from this point on would necessarily belong in a story called "Going Down," and since I have already written an unrelated story by that name, it’s all over. Hope people liked it. Final disclaimer about the Sears Tower: I live in the Chicago area, so I’ve been there. But I cannot remember how many floors it has, and I am not certain that you can connect to the various elevator banks every 20th floor. Personally, I hate all those darned sets of elevators. I always get into the wrong one when I’m there.