From lone_jaguar@geocities.com Thu Dec 12 22:14:15 1996 ************************ Good Vibrations Fox Mulder and Dana Scully are not mine. If they were, everyone would know it. They're property of what's his nuts up there in Vancouver. I just borrowed 'em and I promise to put them back where I found them. Okay, this is kind of a sequel to another one of my stories (like I would write a sequel for someone else's). It's called Two Agents And A Waterbed. You don't have to read it before this one, but I recommend it because it's short and funny. So I guess this means I'm doing somewhat of a 'bed-series' beacuse I have a lot of other ideas of the same kind of things... Now personally, I don't think it's as good as Two Agents... but it's okay. I dreamt it up in Spanish class thanks to my neighbour, Rachael (T'anks babe!). So blame her. :-) Rating: Oh, it's pretty mild... You know... Mulder and Scully in bed together... Been there, done that, got the t-shirt... Summary: Mulder and Scully have to share a hotel room and a bed... Well the room anyway... 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... Good Vibrations Nicole van Dam aka The Warfarine Dealer lone_jaguar@geocities.com San Francisco, CA The Bed-A-Bye Inn It was late. One in the morning to be exact and neither Fox Mulder nor his partner Dana Scully were in the mood for talking. The hotel manager had eyed them with confusion when they asked for two rooms. After Scully grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and threatened him, he said that he only had one room left, but he promised there were two beds in it. Not wanting to continue the conversation anymore than they had to, Mulder and Scully accepted the keys and walked down the hall. The room wasn't all that bad. It was big, it was clean, it was furnished. What more could the two agents have wanted? "There's only one bed," Fox Mulder stated, looking in the door. His redhaired partner pushed past him. "What are you talking about?" she demanded. She spotted the lone piece of furniture and groaned. "But he said." She was almost whining. She was tired, she was hungry and she was feeling very dirty from the long flight. "I'll get the manager," Mulder told her. "No, no, no," she said, dropping her bags on the floor. "I don't want to have to spend any more time talking with him. I just want to go to bed... And I don't care if your in it." Mulder raised an eyebrow. Scully opened the bathroom door and flicked on the light. "I'm taking a shower," she told him. "I'll be out in fifteen minutes." Mulder walked up to the closed door and leaned on the wall. "Need any help?" he asked with a grin. He was responded with her jacket in his face. "I think I'll be okay," he heard her say. "I've been doing this on my own for a while now." ================= Mulder walked out of the bathroom, dressed simply in shorts, drying his hair with a towel. He toosed it on a chair and turned toward the bed. Scully was lying on the right side, looking like she was asleep already. She turned her head and looked at him. "Just don't pull anything and you'll probably be able to survive," she told him, and rested her head on the pillow again, closing her eyes. Scully had spoken. It instilled some kind of strange fear inside him. He wasn't sure why. he told himself. He nodded. He walked over to the left side of the bed and slipped under the covers. He sat there for a minute, then Scully shifted which sparked something in his memory. "You're not going to pretend you're a hurricane again, are you?" he asked timidly. "'Cause if you are, I'll just take a pillow and lie on the floor now." "Don't be silly Mulder," she mumbled and he sighed in relief, a slight smile creeping onto his face. "I can't. This isn't a waterbed." The smiled disappeared. He sighed again and lowered himself, his feet pushing further into the bed when his elbow hit the headboard and something happened. Oh, it was weird. It felt like there was an earthquake. Not a strong one, just a tremor. Scully frowned. "Mulder... What... the hell is that?" Mulder propped himself on his elbow and looked around the bed. He spotted something behind him and started laughing. "What?" Scully asked, sitting up as well. Her partner pointed to the red button on the headboard. "It's a vibrating bed Scully," he told her. He pushed a button below it and the tremor stopped. Her head rested on the wood behind her. "Why me?" she asked the room. "Oh come on Scully," he said. "This could be fun." She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Mulder, it's two 'clock in the morning. Our investigation starts in six hours. I, personally, would like to be conscious for our briefing." "Tell you what," her partner said. "Lie down and close your eyes. I'll try to help you get to sleep." "Mulder, you couldn't put a sedated sloth to sleep." "Come on," he pleaded. "Humour me. Maybe it'll work." "I doubt it," Scully mumbled, lying down and closing her eyes. "All right Mulder," she said. "Let's get on with it." "Okay, your eyes closed?" She sighed. "Yes." "Okay." He put his finger on the red button. "Your in Africa. It's a calm, warm day, and the sun is beaming down, touching every part of your body." Scully sighed. Click. "All of a sudden there's a giant stampede of wildebeests and the ground rumbles with every gallop! The herd is getting closer! My God! They're right on your tail! You're gonna die!!" "Mulder!" Scully shot up in bed, glaring at him. He looked at her innocently, turning the bed off. "Whaaaat?" ======================= They had been sleeping for about two hours when Scully's eyes opened, scanning the ceiling. A quick listen of her partner let her know that he was still asleep. she thought with a sly smile. Slowly, she reached over him, coming closer to the red button. She was a few inches from her goal when a hand grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing?" a calm voice asked. She looked down to find Mulder wide awake. "Nothing," she said, crawling back to her side of the bed, her cheeks flushed. "Go to sleep Mulder." ====================== She was driving along the freeway... The traffic wasn't bad... It was normal for three in the afternoon... The radio was playing, her finger tapping to the beat of the music when she felt a rumble shake the car... She eyes widened as she looked over to the river beside her and saw ripples coming from the bridge just ahead... An earthquake... Then she saw the portion of raod ahead of her fall into the ground... "Earthquake!!" she heard a voice cry. Avoiding the hole in the road, she opened the car door and jumped out... ... She struggled slightly in the bed, apparently trying to keep her balance. Then she heard Mulder's voice. "Off the bed Scully!" he yelled at her urgently. "Get off the bed!!" Afraid for her life, and still caught in the vestiges of her dream, Scully rolled off the bed and landed with a painful thud on the floor. For some reason, the tremors stopped and she sat up with a frown on her face. She turned to the bed and saw Mulder looking over the side. He smiled at her and tossed her a pillow. "Now we're even." ============== THE END October 17, 1996 ============== "I have so much to do, I'm going to bed." --Savoyard Proverb Death to Ratboy!! >:-) "Think you can run faster scared than I can mad?" --Mike Bredan Stay tuned for another chapter...... Oh God... No sleep tonight Mulder ol' buddy.