From: Lyle Bontrager Date: Fri, 21 May 1999 23:54:54 -0500 Subject: My Way (1/1) Title: My Way Author: RM >lebontrager@iname.com< Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to CC, 1013, and Fox. No fringe is intended. SPOILER::::All this new season, up to and including Alpha. . .whatever it's called.... ~~~~ My Way ~~~~ "This is my way of telling you everything. . ." Jerry Rafferty, "Right Down the Line" ~~~~ He almost wished she would yell at him, almost. He wished something would ease the boredom, the tediousness. There was nothing to do, nowhere to go in their lives, no place to be. Only the same things all the time, with cases that always remained open, and monsters that never got caught, only shot or dead or disappeared, and a stilting communication between them that excluded most of the more personal intimate things that they wanted. Mulder leaned back in his motel room, sighing with the creak of the bed, wishing something would happen, that some kind of ice would break. There was always a case, always a monster, always a tension between them that never resolved. Would she be as intriuging to him, as mysterious and brooding, if he knew every inch of her body? Would he find her so alluring if she allowed him inside her soul? He didn't think he could ever be bored with her, that was for sure. She was too much a part of him, too much rooted into his life. If he cut her out, it would like ripping his heart from his chest and squeezing it tight. Mulder shook his head and flipped the television on, ignoring the gruesome turn of his thoughts. When he got anxious like this, his mind tended to wander into some dragon-waters he really perferred not to go. He ought to marry her. Mulder grinned. Marry Scully. That would be a riot. The best decision of his life, possibly, or the worst. He wondered what would happen if he just told her, hey we're getting married. What did it matter if he asked? What harm could come from slipping into her room, pulling down her covers, and slipping into bed with her? He could smell her hair and feel her skin and smile at her surprise. His foot twitched on the bed, and Mulder realized he was really very seriously considering it. Oh brother. . . Mulder rolled over and tried to think through his irrationality. Scully would be proud of his restraint. . . Or. . . Maybe she didn't want him to restrain himself. Anytime he went nuts, or said or did something out of character, like trying to kiss her in his hallway, she reciprocated somehow, she always showed him she was appreciative of his courage. Mulder stood up and walked carefully to the door, his mind scrambling for some kind of plan to his rash actions, trying to come up with an excuse just in case. He opened the room door and shut it behind him, hearing the electronic key lock beep at him. Mulder froze and turned back around. Electronic key lock. Motel. . . Oh no. The card key! "Agh!" he yelled and pounded his fist into the door. It held fast, and he yanked on the handle, silently cursing himself for his stupidity. "Yeah, yeah, I'll get up, be all smooth, strut into my partner's motel room. . ." Mulder snorted and kicked repeatedly at the door, ignoring the pain in his foot and the shooting spasms running up his leg. Some of the motel guests opened their doors and peaked sleep-tousled heads out, blinking owlishly at him. Of course, they weren't *stupid* and didn't lock themselves out at all. No, instead, they shut their own doors quickly and grumbled to their families about wackos in the motel. He snarled at an old lady and turned back around to see Scully scowling at him. She was in old sweats with puckered knees, and her T-shirt boldly screamed "Knicks." He scowled back. "That's my favorite T-shirt, Scully!" She raised an eyebrow and yanked him inside her room, frowning. "Mulder, people are trying to sleep." He skulked to the chair and settled into its stiff embrace. "I got locked out." "What were you doing?" "Going. . .uh, going to see you?" His face rose to look at hers, sheepish suddenly. She raised her other eyebrow and he wondered if she knew how funny she looked like that. He judiciously decided not to point that out right now. "So?" He glanced to his left, then back at her. "So, what?" She sighed. "Why did you want to see me?" Mulder shrugged and leaned back. Scully blew out a breath and shook her head, causing her hair to bounce along her cheek. He sighed. "Mulder, we'll call the management in the morning. Sleep on the extra bed for now. We don't want to get kicked out of here." A grin soared across his face and touched his eyes. Mulder hopped up and parked himself on her bed, clicking on the television and patting the small spot next to him. She rolled her eyes and settled herself demurely next to him. Roughly, he grabbed her by the shoulders and tucked her into his side, somehow knowing that he could get away with it. She grimaced but settled into his embrace, resting her head on his chest. The television program was about bees and she shuddered, causing him to change the channel quickly and hug her tighter to him. Her eyelids were heavy and he noticed them drag down, then she would blink and shoot awake again. Just when he was sure she'd finally give in and fall asleep, her eyes sparked and glanced up at him. "Mulder, if you wanted to spend the night in my room, you didn't have to lock yourself out." Her tiny grin made his mouth drop open, shocked and surprised she knew him so well. "I didn't do it on purpose." She licked her lips and closed her eyes. "Uh-hunh. . .that's just your way. . ." He sighed and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her head, right where her part was. "It's just my way of telling you. . ." The room went silent, the noise from the television sudddenly somehow muted. He shrugged. "Telling you everything. . ." She sighed against his chest, rising and falling with his breaths, falling asleep, falling away. He closed his own eyes and sighed. So maybe he wasn't bored with them anymore, not by far. It was just starting to get interesting. ~~~~ end adios RM