From: Val Morgan Date: 9 Jul 2001 00:57:27 -0700 Subject: New story "My masked Man" by Tarma and Kethry Source: atxc My masked Mulder By-Tarma and Kethry Summary- A masked man..does Scully have a head injury? Or is this real? This time it is purely a Tarma effort, Kethry edited. Thanks, Keth! Spoilers- None Rating- PG13 because it is my dirty creation. Dedicated to Luke and Sera, whose love drove me to write this, and to my baby, Mark. Love you. Dana Scully walked down the empty stairs into the basement where she and Mulder resided. She was acutley aware of the leering of the old men as she passed, but she kept her head held high as they whispered catcalls under their breaths. She would laugh if it did any good, but it did not. Laughing, she pulled her skirt lower as they filed past. As she entered the office, she found Mulder jibbering away at the file cabinet. "Hey Hey, Scully,"he called, "Wass up?" "Wass up with you, Mulder?" Scully retorted, looking down at her incredible partner. Never mind the greasy sausage hanging from his mouth. "Why do you have that in your mouth?""Found it in the file cabinet, Scull-babe," He spit grease, "want some?" Scully felt ill. "No." "I was just joking, it is my breakfast. Are you sure?" He grinned and bits of brown and red meat shoed in his slightly crooked teeth. "No." Scully gave him a cold stare. "I am going to be sick now, thanks." "Well, don't get sick now...we've got a plane to catch." "A plane?" Scully groaned. "I think I am going to be sick. And Mulder, you're losing meat." She pointed to his tie, which had a grease spot on it. "Ooops." Mulder laughed. With that they headed to the airport in a car. ON THE PLANE "Hey, these things sure can go fast," Mulder commented. His eyes were as wide as erasers as he stared out the window at the ground below him. Wonder if this is how those grays travel, he wondered. Scully threw a bag of peanuts at him, and downed a flimsy cup of pespi with savage gulps. "It's a long flight to Georgia. And stay away from the window when it rains." "Yessssss, Mommy scully kins." Mulder growled derisivley. "Sorry," Scully gasped. He's so hot...I wish he would eat those peanuts. Let me see them in his mouth...let him taste them. Why doesn't he taste.... "Are you okay?" Mulder looked with concern. "You look-AHHHHHH!" There was a horrible scream through the cabin as the plane began to plummet. Flight Attendants flew through the air and Scully fell unconcious. "I told you to stay away from the window." She said, closing her eyes to lose conciousness as it happened. The next thing she felt was the rain on her hands. Scully slowly began to regain conciousness. The room was dark and forboding. The rain outside was on the windows, the faded red carpet under the bed. The bed was lumpy, and it hurt Scully's freely bleeding forehead. In the dark she did not know how much her head hurt. The room was dark, but Scully could hear the sound of heartbeats in her head. They were a man's many heartbeats, many powerful beatings, and they were making her deaf and numb inside. She could say or do nothing as she felt a overpowering voice in her ears. "I want to taste your chicken skin, Dana. Taste it on your lips...on your...collarbones." The shadows on Dana's mind were too much to bear. Her voice was raspy as she said, "what do I taste like, kind sir?" "Peaches," came the ominous response. "Peaches and..." the rest was lost as the fiction became reality, and Scully's mind was filled with visions of Mulder's incredible spear. The man must have been thinking about it too, she smiled. "I love you, pidgeon." Then Scully's earth faded into the great light. Scully lay on her side, staring up at the stained ceiling around her. It was incredible..who was that masked stranger? She felt drowsy and dull, as if she had touched an angel. Maybe she had. "Scully?" A voice called out. "It's time to go." "I know, Mulder." She sighed. Now she would never find out who her masked stranger was. With great sadness, she turned and walked out of the room. The plane ride home was heartbreaking. All Scully could think about was the man, and the way he put down his manly love for her. He was powerful, and the way he smelled...she almost took off her clothes thinking of it. Mulder was asleep on her lap. Breathing, she noticed. He smelled of stale pizza, and she noticed a small crumb on his shirt. He had not changed clothes the night before. Suddenly, one of his eyes opened. "?" He asked. She smiled like his mother. "I'm fine, Mulder." "Scully...I want to taste your...chicken?" He grinned wickedly, licking her hand. Scully felt faint. "You?" Mulder laughed hysterically. Finish!