From: Heather Aymer <X98Aymer@wmich.edu>
Date: Sat, 17 Apr 1999 18:21:06 -0400
Subject: Fanfiction


Laughable, by Heather Aymer at (X98Aymer@wmich.edu or
lysisl@hotmail.com)
Type:  Story, MSR, PG to Pg 13, depending on how insulted one feels
Spoilers: From Pilot to Agua Mala
Summary:  A quiet night turned into a topsy turvsy laugh feast.  Mulder
and Scully on a case that has Mulder ask Scully a very cliched
question.(Will see it when it comes)  They talk, they deny, they laugh,
...they come to terms with how they feel?  Ok, another take on the
confessions of Love that everyone else has tried, but my way. Some
slapping Mulder's ass and Jokemyster!Scully inside.

From: X98aymer@wmich.edu
Type: MSR, rated PG-!3 (for some jerk who says something not 
nice about         Scully.
Spoilers:  Little bits from Pilot to Agua Mala. You'll see if you read..
Disclaimer:  If I owned them, would I be writing fanfic?  Think not.
Responses to this:  My first.  You like, send me news.  You dislike,...
send me news.  Pretty please (noteable pouty face)
Thank you the CC and Company...Gillian, David, the others.
  Scullyists are my fave.

Laughable 
By Heather Aymer

 Non-descript Motel Room: 2 a.m.

      Headlights from an arriving car flashed briefly through the small 
gaps in the brown polyester curtain covering the window.  The flash 
 met the closed eyes of Dana Scully, interrupting her already fittish 
sleep.  
     She lay in the bed, trying to coax her body to sleep.  Wakefulness 
won out.  She opened her eyes, her vision met with the beautiful sight 
of the ugly brown window curtains, hidden partly in shadow.
     It was then she realized the light, though faint, coming from behind 
her.         
 'He's still awake,' she thought as she slowly turned over.
    Mulder sat absorbed in a case file, unconsciously picking up 
sunflower seeds from a bag sitting on the table to the side of the 
chair he is sitting in.  He noticed the headlights flash briefly for a 
split second through the window.  'I hope that didn't wake her,' he 
thought.  He sat and watched her form and noted with annoyance to headlights that she was turning over.
    Scully lay her body down on her right side with an irritated thump, noticing Mulder watching her with a small smile on his face.  She smiled back mildly.  
   "Mulder," she spoke tiredly, "You can leave the case for the night."  
He looked pointedly at her, as if to say that she knew better than to suggest that. 
"We can figure it out tomorrow," she continued. 
"It's time to rest."  She looked at him pleadingly.  
When he still hesitated, she said, "Come to bed."
   That did him in.  He began picking up askew folers and pictures,
 placing them in a jumbled pile on the desk.  he looked about the 
room as if trying to determine if there was anything else worthy 
of his nervous cleaning attention.  His eyes glanced over to the 
bed to see a slghtly befuddled Scully trying to figure out something. 
 Yet, her experssion also conveyed that she was too tired to worry
 why Mulder was being such a neatfreak.  
He,again, smiled at her softly before heading towards the 
bathroom.
   He looked at himself in the mirror, studying his latenight 
haggardness and his characteristically handsome features.  
Mildly and somewhat flippantly he thought that the profile 
of the killer in this case suggested the killer belived in love 
at first sight. And, also, in Mulder's present state, anyone 
with first sight of him would surely flee.
   Mulder concluded that he needed to get more self esteem.
   As he washed up, burshing his teeth, he idly wondered what
 could cause a person to posses such a psychotic love for 
another based solely on superficial physical characteristics.  
Admittedly, the victims in this case where all physically 
attractive women and men.  The only assurrance that these 
murders were by the same killer was that notes of adoration 
were left behind, and, of course, the manner of death, poisoning.  
Poisoning which would not damage the appearance of the victims
....Beautiful deaths.
   "Beautiful," Mulder murmered as he dried his face.  He then 
looked to the door, a small smile, the contented smile, on his face. 
He hung up the towel, turning off the light, and exiting the bathroom.
    He walked into the outer room turning off the reading lamp 
that he had been using. The room was plunged into darkness 
except for the light escaping through the curtains. 
    He walked to the bed, the contented smile in place, and 
gently pulled back part of the covers.  Lovering himself into 
the bed, he turned to face the woman he lay beside.  Scully looked asleep.
    "You will sleep,' came her question out of the darkness.  
"I'm sorry for keeping you awake," he said quietly, gazing at 
her adoringly.  She then opened her eyes and Mulder's look of 
adoration quickly turned to apology...and caution.  
She smiled at him in a way that made him think she might have seen.
     "It's not your fault there was only one vacancy left," she said as she moved closer, wrapping her left arm around him.  She then lay her head on his chest, closing her eyes. 
     "Easier to keep track of you this way though," she began rambling. "Can't ditch me if you have to try to figure out how to get from 
my arms first."
    All Mulder could do was hold her and grin, the usual retort of 
feigned ignorance disappearing.  
"Scully," he began, "do you believe in love at first sight?"  
"I said leave the case for tomorrow," she chided soothingly.  
"I just want to know what you think," he replied.
   She lay her head on his chest so still that he wasn't sure if 
she was ignoring him or thinking.  "Yes and no," she said after
 awhile, lifting her head to see his reaction. He looked confused 
and she smiled a little. 
 "I think that love can only grow over time.  But, when you realize
 that you love someone, you remember when you first saw this 
person, and that you knew something was there.  Something special.  
You, essentially, realize you began loving this person upon first sight." 
   She then gave him a self-perplexing look, as if she didn't 
understand what she meant, therefore, expecting him not to 
understand either.  She then lay her head back down on his chest.  
   A silence passed, comfortable and warm, with only their breaths and traffic making noise in random time with the ticking clock.
   Mulder spoke quietly. "What you said....has happened to me."
   "Me too," Scully said distractedly, as if speaking to herself.  
They both lay there quietly, each mind racing.  Their eyes began
 to grow wide with realization.  Slowly, they pulled away from 
one another, turning away, getting out of the bed.
    Scully walked over and turned the reading light on.  
Mulder's eyes followed her, still wide with surprise, but 
unastonished at the same time.
    "They'll use it against us," she said.
     "They already have."
     "The Bureau?"
     "We are professional.  We'll give no excuse."  Scully began to laugh.      "Nothing really is different, is it.  Except for the fact we're...." 
Mulder walks over to her, enveloping her in his arms, 
laughing with her.  "I don't believe we're having this conversation," he interjects.  
She looks up at him, still giggling. "Me either.  Ya know, this is so us."
      "Why is that? Contantly in denial?"
      "Well, you are."
      "How so?"
      "Arthur Dales even admitted you need me."
      "I know you're savvy Scully."
      "Why didn't you ever say so?"
      "It's just not what we say." 
Scully looked at Mulder incredulously."So, it's what we don't say.  Right?"
     "Yes," he said with such seriousness that she had to look away.  
Then she looked back up at him, smirking.
      "I don't know what to say," she laughed out.
      "Exactly," he rejoined, laughing with her.
      "Oh, wait, wait, I know," Scully began humrously. "Why don't 
we be cliche.  Ya know..." a hearty bubble of laughter exploded 
from her throat at that moment, "like...my life begins and ends 
with the beating of your heart."
      "Or," Mulder joins in, "..in your shimmering eyes, I see beautious diamonds."
      "Or," she interludes, "..in your tender embrace, I feel comforted."
      "Hey, Scully," Mulder laughs out, "we could work for Hallmark."
      "You working for Hallmark, Mulder," she responds guffawing, 
trying to raise her eyebrow skeptically.  
"The new wave, Alien greeting cards!"  Mulder laughs even harder, 
having thought it impossible.  He begins swaying, his equilibrium 
failing.
     "The Earth welcomes you," Scully slap-happily continues. 
"And, for yourReticulan iron deficiency.....Liver and onions!!"
     That did it.  Mulder fell backwards, taking the new form of Scully,
JokemysterScully, with him onto the bed.  Mulder let her go, burying 
his face into the matress, pounding his fists into it as well.  Hid body 
shook with full force.  He hadn't ever had this much merriment run 
through him.
     He raised his head to get an eyeful of a red-faced Scully, laying 
on her back. almost literally laughing her head off.  Her legs were
 pounding into thematress, her torso shaking with every giggle.  
She looked beautiful.
    He saw her glance in his direction and they both started laughing 
harder this time, at each other.  Between giggles, Scully managed to get out a sentence that sounded to Mulder's ears something like, 
"You ....ha..ha..cute, with--red ears."  And then she proceeded to laugh hysterically again, beyond speech.
    Mulder's reaction to how funny Scully looked came out in an 
alliterative rambling of adjectives.  
"Beautiful-....haha...buxom,...bubbly, little baby.  Whooh, blue-eyed..."
    "Buoyancy!" Scully concluded, sputtering it out.  She then, oh so uncerimoniously, fell off of the bed, landing with a resounding wham!  Mulder stopped laughing, worried, until a quell of Scullylaughter 
rose from the floor.  He crawled over to the side of the bed and
looked down at the love of his life curled up in a ball.  Her face 
was redder than the
crayon.
    She looked up at him in mock relief, laughing still, and said, 
"My hero," as sarcastically as she could muster.  She was
 rewarded by a dashing Muldersmile, her sole aim for the
 comment.  And, then, he went into hysterics, falling out of sight.
     She missed the sight of her handsome man immediately, and 
sat up, still laughing, to find him on the bed with his head buried 
in a pillow on the matress, with his knees bent, his ass sticking 
up in the air.  She stopped laughing for a moment, a smirk and a 
glimmer of mischief setting in.  She then began to laugh again as 
she slowly climbed back onto the
bed.
     "Nice ass needs smack, Mulder," she said as her hand made 
audible contact with his butt. Mulder turned around, laughing and 
shokced, grabbing for her in her escape.  He caught her in mid-stride around the waist.  Her momentum clamored to him as he slid off of 
the bed, his weight making her begin to fall backwards.  He let go at
 the last minute, turning so he would land on his back.  Scully's 
ass hit Mulder in the chest, the back of her head hitting one of 
his knees.  He was trapped on his back, on the floor, with Scully
 laying on top of him on *her* back, her knees laying beside his ears.
     Both of them were still laughing.
     "I don't want to wrestle," Scully spewed out between giggles.  
In response, Mulder reached above his head grabbing one of her feet.
     "Hey, little foot," he yelled at her, laughing.  She raised her head in
acknowledgment, looking at him from her precarious position.
     "Ticklish?" he asked, his eyes glimmering. She started to protest, mouthing 'no,' when he started tickling anyway.  She began kicking in retaliation, rolling off of him in the process.  She began a frenzied 
effort, laughing hard, to crawl away, when Mulder jumped her, 
pinning her to the floor.  His hand purposely smacked her on the 
ass on the way down.
      "Now," he said, "we're even."
      "On what planet is all of this a courting ritual," Scully laughed 
out in a question, her face in the carpet.  
"Come on, upsy daisy, Dear," Mulder said, picking up Scully by 
the hips.  She dangled in the air momentarily befor he threw her 
on the bed.  
When she landed, he said, "Time to sleep."  She was too tired to laugh anymore, so she just smiled as she began getting under the covers. 
 Mulder turned off the reading lamp over the table,
preparing to join her, when there was a knock at the door.
      Mulder turned the light back on with an annoyed snap, then 
walked over to the door, glancing at Scully on the way.  He opened 
the door to see a man in his early fifties looking at him, very angry.
     "Sir, I'm the night manager," the man began tersely. "Could you 
keep it down.  I've been getting complaints.  I don't know what y--," 
then he stopped talking when Scully joined Mulder at his side.  She 
looked all the professional and deadly she could be.
     "Sir, I understand the complaint," she began.  "However, there is 
no reason to speak to my husband in such a manner.  You could have 
as easily called.  Goodnight." Mulder didn't know what to say, not 
wanting to argue with the husband remark in the least.  So,..he just 
smiled.  Scully glared once more at the manager before walking away, determining that her end of the conversation was over.
      "Quite a tiger," the manager whispered to Mulder.  
"Quite a wild one in the sack, right?"
     "Lioness," Mulder whispered back angrily," and you will regard and speak of my *wife* with the utmost respect or I'll kill you."  
With that, Mulder slammed the door. 
 "Pervert," Mulder muttered as he walked over to turn off the light.  
He got into bed, finding Scully, wrapping his arms around her.
    "Must have been a beautiful wedding,"Scully lightly intoned.  
Mulder snickered, pulling her closer.  
"Though," she continued, "we probably spent our honeymoon 
chasing a UFO in Roswell, New Mexico, experienced missing time, 
having our wedding erased from our memory as well."  
Mulder began laughing hoarsly, Scully giggling in his arms.
    "The Great Mutato as the ring bearer," Mulder spat out.  
"Frohicke in a tuxedo straight out of 'Saturday Night Fever,'" Scully 
retorted.
    "Marry me, Scully," Mulder asked.
    "Didn't I already, or haven't you asked me before," she giggled.
    "I'm serious," he pleaded.
    "I love you," she quipped lightly.  Mulder was so intent upon 
hearing seriousness or sincerity in the form of letting him down easy, 
that he almost missed her affirmation.  He then smiled, kissing the
 back of her neck in compliance.
     "You're quite the juggernaut, Dana Scully," he said as he turned 
her over effortlessly to face him. "And....I love you," he ended. 
 She moved to him, kissing him gently on the lips in aquience.  
He, as tender as a babe kissed her back, content to kiss her endlessly, 
too fatigued to do more.
	They truly needed nothing more than the precious touch of one another's mouths, tongues, and breaths on this night.  Besides, they had spent their night making love, in a fit of bantering and raucous laughter.

The End, but never really.
(Anybody want to actually know more about the case they are 
supposedly working on.  Tell me and then maybe I will write it.)
HMA