From: Hobbs Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 03:43:56 GMT Subject: NEW: Long Night, Early Morning (X-Cops post-ep) by Hobbs Title: Long Night, Early Morning Author: Hobbs Spoilers: X-Cops (post-ep) Rating: ummm....PG-13 for one bad word Categories: post-ep, shipper friendly Archive: you want it, you got it Feedback: If you want. My address is blue@smashing-pumpkins.com Disclaimer: Hey, you guys ripped off COPS, now I get to rip off you! I am, of course, just kidding . They're not mine, I'm not making any money. Whadya expect me to say? Summary: X-Cops post-ep. That about says it. Note: It was written in 20 minutes, so it's not supposed to be deep or insightful, or even good for that matter. It wasn't beta read, so if there are any mistakes the spell checker didn't catch (such as grammatical errors), please over look them. :-) Long Night, Early Morning by Hobbs "Well. *That* was interesting." Mulder glanced one last time at the camera crew, who were putting up their equipment and sighing at the long, intense night, which was thankfully over. Finally. "Shut up, Mulder." He shot her an amused glance. "Long night, Scully," he quipped. She sent him The Look. "Just get in the car and drive, Mulder." "Yes, ma'am." Scully threw him the keys and he stretched once before getting in. They rode in silence for a few minutes, reflecting on the events of the night, wondering if they should get coffee or sleep, wondering if it was really over or if they would hear about it again in another month. "Hey, Scully, which one?" Mulder pointed to three or four hotels in close proximity to each other. "Whichever one you want, Mulder. I honestly don't care." She resumed her half-asleep position against the window. "Really?" He looked over at her, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Scully sat up and glared at him, "One more roach motel with no hot water and I swear to God, Mulder, you'll have a new worst nightmare." "Aww, Scully, I didn't know you cared." Scully mumbled a few curses and other unintelligible things. "Just get us to a hotel that's in relatively good condition and I won't make good on my threat, okay?" "You know--" "Come on, Mulder. I've just been up for over 24 hours, chased an invisible monster that feeds on fear and whose tool of murder is the victim's worst nightmare, been filmed when I didn't want to be, which will, by the way, probably be aired on national television where my family will see just how crazy this job is and then beg me to quit all over again, seen the effects of the hanta virus, which is quite nasty, materialize in under 10 seconds, heard some of the most unbelievable stories of my life, generally been scared shitless, and you're going to sit here and joke with me? Please, just don't." That would make anyone feel a bit guilty. Mulder pulled into a Holiday Inn parking lot and turned off the car. He turned to her. "Look, Scully, I'm sorry." He took a deep breath, "Joking with you is how I deal with these things, you know that. I was just trying to break the tension. I didn't know you were that affected by this." He took her hand in his and squeezed it with an apologetic look in his eyes. "It's okay, Mulder. I'm sorry I blew up at you. I just need a break." "Well, we are in California." "And we have had horrible luck in California this year. I'm ready to go home for a while." "We will." He paused, "After the paperwork." "Oh, God, don't remind me," she groaned. He laughed. She laughed. It was good to laugh again. Tomorrow was another day. --------- Sorry it's so short. Should I continue it? I'm not a good Smut writer, though, so don't expect that if I am to continue it. Sorry again.... Hobbs "I myself, as you can see from this whole insane tirade of prose called a book, had been thru so much junk anyway you can hardly blame me for joining in with the despairists of my time." - Jack Kerouac, _The Vanity of Duluoz_