Date: 10 Aug 1998 06:07:51 GMT From: Ms Spookey Subject: *NEW* "Marooned with a Bathmat" MSR! Humor Heeey all. Here I am again with a new product of insomnia! Title: Marooned with a Bathmat (1/1) Author:Piper Maru Rating: PG-13 maybe for a few naughty words Category: MSR, humor, maybe a tiny bit o' angst Spoilers: they mention the abduction, cancer, and Scully's Emily, but thats about it. Summary: Mulder and Scully get locked in Mulder's bathroom and things get a bit... interesting... Author's note: If you guys haven't noticed, I don't write NC-17 sex thingamawotsits. Mainly because, I'm still not 17. Won't be for another 3 years. I do read the stuff if I must, I feel I am mature enough (I've been through alot in my life, I can handle alot more than most people my age). Please try and take me seriously, I'm mature for a kid. But don't expect me to write that kind of scene for a while, k? K. Got that much cleared up. =-) Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm broke. Thats all you need to know. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Scully eyed the clock in annoyance, waiting for her partner to get out of the shower. The two agents had a hearing in a hour, and Jana Cassidy and Co. wouldn't be happy if they were late. Scully stamped her foot angrily and glanced at the X taped to Mulder's window. This hearing was going to be big. Not neccessarily good, just big. The anxiety that riddled Skinner's voice over the phone had given it away. Now she wringed her hands in nervous anticipation and again eyed the wall clock. Mulder swiped the steam from the mirror before him and picked up his comb. The scar from the bullet wound on his shoulder caught his eye. Usually it was flat and just a hue darker than his skin, but it appeared raised and pinkish now. Whatta good time to have a medical problem, the best doc in D.C. was in his living room. "Hey Scully, could ya come here a sec?" "Are you, uh...decent, Mulder?" "Aww, you ruin the whole element of suprise!" Scully rolled her eyes, making a valiant effort to hide her amusement. She pushed the slightly ajar door open to reveal a towel clad Mulder examining his shoulder. "What is it?" She automatically pulled the door shut behind her. Mulder panicked as he heard the creaking as it glided back into its place. "SCULLY DON'T..." CLICK. "...shut that door..." His eyes darted up to her face. "Tell me you have your cell phone in your pocket..." he uttered, his face drawn. "Umm, no it's in my purse in your living room, why?" She stared up at him questioningly. Her eyes assessed the expression in his. He looked down his nose in irritation at her, something very uncharacteristic of him. "Well, Scully, that door locks from the outside. We're stuck in here. Trapped. Deserted. Marooned with a bathmat." He sat on the edge of his tub, clutching his towel tightly around his waist. Scully stared at him in disbelief, taking in what he had just told her. She turned to the door and frantically pulled and yanked at the knob, muttering obscenities through her clenched teeth. She swung back around to face him, ready to lecture him or beat him or something... The lop-sided grin that escaped and danced across Mulder's unshaven face cooled her anger. She chuckled in spite of herself. "This SUCKS, y'know that?" She was yelling, but her tone mocked the irony of the situation, and a dazzling smile flashed down at him. He returned the expression and rose, still clinging to the towel. He dug around momentarily in his laundry basket that sat next to the locked door. "Turn around." She looked confused, but did as she was told. Mulder pulled on some black jeans and an old, tattered football jersey, unknowing that Scully watched him dress in the reflection of the mirror that lie in her peripheral vision, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "K, done." Scully turned and glared at him. "So, now what? You can't open that door, Mulder?" She forced her voice to be stern and impatient, which intimidated him enough to obey her. Mulder shrugged and his eyes studied the door. Scully could almost see a light bulb pop up above his head at that moment. An idea.... Mulder motioned for her to get out of the way. She stood herself upon the edge of the tub out of his way, and he backed himself up against the wall opposite the door. Lowering himself into a crouch like a runner would before a race, he took several deep breaths, his eyes shut, focusing... then he pushed off the wall with a swift kick, and rammed his shoulder into the door in an attempt to break it down and turn out to be the hero. Scully winced when she heard the sound it had made. *WHAM!!!* "Owwww!" Mulder collapsed in front of the door, clutching his shoulder. "Scullleeeeee! Why'd ya let me do that?" Scully bit her lip to contain her laughter as she jumped down from the edge of the tub (no small feat for someone in 3 inch heels) and kneeled at his side. "Mulder... *snicker* what the heck are you trying to do? Break your arm?" She chuckled as he whimpered pitifully. He shot her a glare and she thought she saw the tiniest of grins flit across his face behind the pained expression. She managed, by ignoring the whining, to pry his fingers from the "honorably wounded" shoulder. It seemed to dangle at a bit of an odd angle, and after some poking, prodding, and a few of Mulder's cries muffled by the worn bathmat, Scully helped him sit up with his back against the offending door. "For God's sake, Mulder, you dislocated it. This is what happens when someone overreacts and tries to be heroic. I have to fix it, y'know..." Mulder cringed. He knew how that worked. Painfully usually. His long fingers again closed around his shoulder, trying to blot out the horrible ache that struck there. Scully ruffled his hair playfully and grinned at him. "I'll try not to make it hurt TOO badly, Mulder. Trust me." "Yeah, this coming from the woman who shoots me 'for my own good' and locks me in a bathroom on the day of possibly the most important hearing of our careers." He half-grinned stupidly at her, and she stared into his eyes deeply. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling his face closer to hers, their noses almost touching. "Now, Mulder, did it ever occur to you that I might've locked us both in here for a REASON?" Her voice lowered to a seductive purr, and Mulder blinked in disbelief. His shocked expression reduced her to laughter again. God, he practically had her on a pedestal for a moment there. She made a mental note to use that sexy voice again when she needed him to be gullible. Scully grabbed Mulder's upper arm with one hand and clutched his own hand with the other. He braced himself for the sharp pain as she quickly replaced the limb into its proper position with a loud *SNAP*! His eyes watered and he chewed his lip as she lowered herself back into the kneeling position in front of him, still holding his hand. "Oh, Mulder..." Scully noticed the brightness of the tears in his eyes and squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry. I know how much that hurts." She leaned in and hugged him gently in a very unScullyistic show of compassion. He reached up his good arm and patted her back reassuringly. "S'alright Scully. I'm okay. No harm done, you're forgiven." She rocked back onto her heels and examined his face. He smiled gently at her, the pain vanished from his eyes. She rose and offered her hand to his good one, and he accepted. With a loud grunt, he pulled himself off the floor and stood facing her. "So Mulder, would you like to tell me what we do now? Or go over my reasons one more time for choosing this job over being a succesful doctor?" Mulder blinked at her sudden change. She stamped her foot impatiently. "I liked you better before," Mulder mumbled, unfortunately loud enough for her to hear. She grabbed his arm (the good one, to his relief) and yanked him to her. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'YOU LIKED ME BETTER BEFORE'? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME NOW??" She was ticked. His STUPID bathroom door was keeping her from the STUPID hearing that could mean something HUGE to her STUPID career! She practically growled at him, and he cowered, avoiding her eyes. (Hey, someone who's been through as much as she has in 5 years is entitled to some mood swings!) "I just meant... you changed for a second. You...hugged me. It was nice. Now yer just bein' a big meany-head..." His voice sounded sweet and innocent like a small child, and he looked at her with two big, sad eyes. She pushed him against the door and began pacing around the bathroom, kicking at the faded bathmat's frayed edge at each passing. Mulder strode to the edge of the tub, grabbing a small paper bag off the corner of the sink on his way. He watched in amusement as she stalked around the small room, spitting out every obscenity he'd ever heard (and then some). "Does your mother know you talk like that, Scully?" She bolted at him and his feet pounded the tiled floor as he attempted to escape. His laughter echoed throughout the room as Scully gave chase. Her expression had softened to a good-natured scowl. Mulder tripped on a towel and fell to his knees. "Oh, Crap..." Scully knocked him onto his back and lay her body against his chest, pinning his arms to the floor. She was a hell of alot stronger than she looked, he noted. He grinned in an unnervingly big-brotherish fashion in spite of his throbbing shoulder. It was so stupid looking she had to laugh. "Awww, Muldeeeer? I was gonna beat you up! You're ruining the moment!" Scully whined like a little girl who was trying to convince her mommy to buy her a lollipop. Mulder's voice lowered to a husky timbre, mimicking the deep, seductive purr Scully'd used before. "You better get offa me, Scully, or you'll have to do more than beat me..." Her face flushed a deep crimson and she rolled off of him and onto the cold tile next to him. "You could be comatose and dehydrated in the middle of an ice flow in Alaska with a bullet in your head, and your mind could still go there, Mulder." His body shook with silent laughter. "That a threat, Scully?" If only Skinner could see them now. His two best agents lying on the floor together in a bathroom, one's red hair mussed up, and the other clutching a bag of sunflower seeds. They were gonna have some explaining to do. The two stared at the ceiling. "What now?" They spoke in unison and looked at each other questioningly. Mulder shrugged, provoking an eye-rolling from his partner. She propped herself up on her elbow and eyed him. There was no way out of this. They'd either die of boredom or just die. The only magazines in here were Mulder's, and Scully didn't even want to KNOW what lay within their dog-eared covers. The window was far too tiny for even her to squeeze through, and it was dangerously high from the pavement anyhow. She sighed in annoyance. "You suppose Skinner'll come find us?" "Let's hope not. I doubt he'd find this amusing. Maybe I should try to break down the door again." "Not unless you want all your bones snapped backed into place..." "Hmmph..." "I'm bored, Mulder." "That was quick. Whatever happened to staring myopically into space and daydreaming to cure your boredom, Scully? You used to do it all the time." She shrugged. "I dunno. I guess it got too depressing. I kept thinking about the 3 months I can't remember, about my cancer and what happens if it comes back, about..." She paused for a moment, and two hazel orbs studied her face quietly. "About Emily, Scully?" She nodded and blinked at the burning of tears in her eyes. It was still a sensitive subject after half a year. Mulder reached out and grasped her hand. He tugged it gently and she closer moved to lay her head on his shoulder. His hand moved in a circular motion over her back, reassuring her that he was there for her. "It's still weird, Mulder. It's really hard. I never got to hold her, or nurse her, or anything. And I'll never get to kiss her and put her on the bus on her first day of school, or be there to help her with her homework, or see her on her prom night, or...." Her voice broke, and Mulder felt his shirt wetten with her tears. He squeezed her hand gently. After some silence, her voice shook once again with quiet sobs, "And Mulder, you know what the worst part is?" "Hmmm?" "I can't ever make up for it. I can't have any other children. I've lost my chance..." Mulder pulled her closer and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. She looked up at him, her eyes red and shining with tears. His fingers combed through the auburn strands as he watched her watch him. She smiled weakly at him and she moved her head under his chin. "Thank you, Mulder." "What for?" "For being the one who's here for me when I need to cry and.. get... alla this off my chest." Her voice sounded calmer but still hesitant and uneasy. "Where else would I be, Scully? First of all, we're locked in." He felt her smile against his chest. "And not to mention, you, Scully...." he paused, searching for the perfect words. After a moment her voice broke the silence. "I.... what, Mulder?" "Nuthin..." "Heeeey, no fair!" She whined, and he chuckled. "Ya can't do that to me, Mulder! Tell me." "Nope, can't." He whispered. "It's a secret..." She smacked his shoulder playfully. His bad shoulder. The one he dislocated just minutes ago. "SON-OF-A..." "Oh shit, Mulder..." He doubled up and clutched his shoulder, and she gingerly placed a hand on the back of his head. His eyes shut so tightly against the pain that creases formed in the skin around them, and his nose wrinkled as sweat beads rolled quickly down his face. The searing pain eventually passed and left a dull aching in its wake. Mulder's breath hissed out from between his teeth as he lay back down, rubbing his shoulder in an attempt to remedy the ache. "What fun..." he quipped, eyes closed but grinning. When there was no response from his partner, he opened his eyes to look at her. Her face lacked expression, but grief and concern riddled her ice blue eyes. His hand released his shoulder and pushed some hair away from her face. She shrugged her shoulders. "Some mother I would've been. I can't even last 10 minutes without hurting someone I lo.....care about." She rose and sat upon the edge of the bathtub, eyes downcast. Mulder automatically followed and sat at her side. "You would've been the best mother ever to walk this planet, Scully. And don't try and tell me that I'm just trying to make you feel better. It's true. You would've done wonderful." His fingers touched the long line of her neck, reaching under the thick mane of copper. "You've done wonders for me. After Sam was taken, my mother.... just wasn't motherly anymore. Then, when I met you, you took over as the mother figure in my life, amongst other things. And believe me, you've been the greatest mother I could've hoped for." Scully stared at him, incredulous. She hung off his final words and he laughed. "Never thought I'd tell you that..." She smiled slightly and raised her eyebrows. Her eyes darted to her hands in her lap. "I-- I don't know what to say...." She felt him gently press his lips to her temple. The kiss lingered and his breath was warm against her skin when he spoke. "Then say nothing." "Thank you Mulder." She looked back up at him and he smiled, almost appearing embarrassed. His finger played with the wrinkled edge of the brown paper bag. "Didn't I just tell you to say nothing? Don't you ever shut up Scully?" She laughed and smoothed down her hair. The two sat there as a silence settled over the linolieum above and below them. It wasn't an awkward or uncomfortable silence, but rather a reflective one. (20 minutes later....) The sound of Scully's stomach rumbling broke through the quiet, and the two giggled in unison. "Hungry, Scully?" She nodded at him. "Just imagine, if we weren't here, that sound would've been right in the middle of the hearing. Y'know how embarrassed you'd be? As fate would have it, you need not be." She laughed and he tossed the bag of seeds to her. She popped a few into her mouth, spitting the seeds into the trash can every few seconds. Mulder watched her in silence and a smile escaped and crossed his face. "Hey, Scully, didja know that I can shell one of these using only my tongue?" She scoffed in disbelief and raised one eyebrow. "No, seriously. Watch this, now." He reached into the bag, stuck out his tongue and placed the seed in the middle of it. Scully watched, mesmerized, as his tongue folded around it and broke the shell apart, separating it from the seed in the center. He reached up and removed the discarded shell, holding it up for Scully's inspection. Her jaw had long since dropped to the floor. Somehow that little perverse display had managed to turn her on. "That's.....that's....disgusting, Mulder..." she finally managed to croak out, her eyes still locked on his delicious mouth. He laughed quietly and draped an arm over her shoulders. Despite all her efforts, she couldn't quite divert her eyes from his lips. His full, red lips. His beautiful....pouty.....kissable... Her hormones got the best of her in the end. She impulsively leaned into him and grazed his lips with hers. Her tongue teased his mouth into opening. The kiss deepened and their tongues probed and explored, both of their minds reeling. When she finally broke the kiss, Scully was short of breath. She looked up into his eyes, her hand resting at the back of his skull. "Mulder, I think I know what we do now..." she whispered. Mulder nodded slightly, feeling her fingers move up under his shirt. (1 hour later....) The two agents lay in very much the same position as before, with she tucked into the warmth and comfort of his body as his hands wandered over her back silently. The only difference was, neither wore any clothes. Their previous attire sat in scattered heaps near the bathtub, the only thing separating them from the frigid tile being a worn, faded, ragged bathmat that bore witness to very much in the past few hours. "This bathmat's been very good to us..." Mulder uttered quietly, still exhausted from the...*ahem*... previous events that took place there. Scully responded with a "mmm hmmm...." that was laced with a subtle delight. Her fingers touched his chest lovingly and he sighed, both intertwined beings oblivious to the fact that his front door was being opened by a certain tall, lanky, bald Assistant Director Skinner...... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Weeeellll, didja like it folks? FEEDBACK CRAVED! I LIVE FER E-MAIL! piper_maru1013x@hotmail.com, mrs_spooky1013x@yahoo.com, or catch me on ICQ (7732591) or on AOL Instant Messenger as "Spooky925"!