From: Emily Siazon Date: Thu, 5 Nov 1998 21:34:28 -0500 Subject: *NEW* New Release (1/1) M/S UST (R) "New Release" (1/1) By Emily Siazon Rating: R Category: SRHA Spoilers: none Keywords: Mulder/Scully UST Summary: Mulder finds out that his partner knows more about his hobby than he realized. Disclaimer: All characters belongs to 1013 production, Chris Carter, and FOX. No infringement is intended. <>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<> "Mulder, this is all your fault," a drenched Dana Scully growled as she stormed towards the dingy motel's front desk. Mulder opened his mouth to defend himself, but never got the chance when she suddenly began to incessantly pound on the bell, causing a very annoyed clerk to emerge from the back room. "What?!" the leather-clad teen asked, her nose ring momentarily blinding the two agents. "Two rooms, please," Scully requested, sounding a hell of a lot more civil than she did earlier. The clerk took her time with the computer before looking up to say, "You're in luck. We still have two rooms left. I hope you don't mind having a connecting door." Scully took another moment to glare at her partner before answering, "It's fine." The clerk smirked as she watched Mulder shift uncomfortably under the venomous gaze, a guilty expression appearing on his face while he watched his partner stalk towards her room. "It's a good thing we carry adult pay-per-view channels," the teenager commented. "By the looks of it, you're definitely not going to get laid tonight." <>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<> Mulder made good use of the motel's specialty channels and flipped to the one showing the new movie "Wet Dreams May Cum." Women in lurid poses filled the screen, their moans muted in case Scully was still awake. It was during one of the slow scenes-the part where they actually *tried* to have a plot(Unfortunately, none of the "actors" could actually act, causing viewers to ignore it until the sex scenes and making the extra footage useless)-that he began to think about the events that led to the latest misunderstanding. <>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<> Cold water dripped down Mulder's face, gathering on his chin before plunging down to the collar of his shirt. He rubbed his eyes while walking towards the convenience store, stopping briefly to admire his partner's profile. They were on their way to South Windsor, Connecticut to investigate three high school girls who claimed to have seen a human sacrifice to appease the corn gods in a field near the school. Scully insisted that the whole thing was merely an illusion brought on by the beer said girls were drinking at the time. Mulder, on the other hand, had seen enough of the horror movie "Children of the Corn" to not dismiss the story right away. They had made a brief stop at the gas station when the exhausted Mulder nearly ran into a scarecrow and scared away the birds that it was supposed to be keeping away. He insisted that all he needed was a new cup of coffee, and Scully acquiesced against her better judgment. Mulder was still watching his partner, a small smile on his face, when a teenager standing near their Taurus pointed at the gas attendant and yelled, "Oh my God, it's the killer from America's Most Wanted!" Mulder's head snapped to the side just in time to watch the panicked worker take his keys and drive off in their rented vehicle. "Hey! Stop!" he yelled, fruitlessly running after the car which at that point was a mere speck on the horizon. As if the situation wasn't bad enough, the cool, pleasant drizzle from earlier turned into a full-blown storm, drenching anything outside within seconds. He could hear the rhythmic tapping of Scully's heels close behind, and he turned around to see her run towards him, her newly drenched suit clinging to her body like a second skin. "What happened?" she asked. "A felon just drove off in our car." "How did he do that? Weren't you supposed to be watching it?" "Uh. . ." Shit. What should he say? He didn't think telling her that he was unable to stop the guy because she distracted him would go over too well. There was a brief pause, and Mulder, still unable to think of a good excuse, decided it was best that he change the topic. "Scully, can I borrow your phone so I can report this to the local PD?" "What happened to yours?" He smiled sheepishly. "I left it in the car." She rolled her eyes and handed him her cell phone. Mulder's smile brightened until it slipped from his rain-slicked hand and landed on the pavement with a sickening crunch. "Oops." He could feel her glaring at him before he even looked up. "Why don't we go back to the gas station and use their phone?" <>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<> After the cashier told them that the phone was out of order due to last week's storm, the two FBI agents admitted defeat and started their nine mile trek towards the nearest motel. "I swear, this whole trip is cursed," Scully grumbled, shivering as the cold wind blew wet leaves all over them. "I wouldn't have guessed you were so superstitious. Does that mean you're starting to believe in extreme possibilities?" The resulting scowl eloquently told him to shut up better than anything she could have said. Seeing her shiver as another gust of wind assaulted them, he draped his coat around her shoulder. Unfortunately, it was still saturated with water and only made her shake even harder. She sneezed and took it off. "I don't want it." "All right." He felt like he was talking to her through the telephone, their words traveling long distances through thin wires; each standing on the other side, alone. No, that wasn't quite accurate-because even in the times she yelled at him over the phone, he never felt as detached from her as he did now. They walked the next mile in silence, and he could feel the chasm between them widening with each step until he feared that he would forever lose her to the abyss. It was irrational, he knew. They had come to worst blows than this. But there were no secret government agencies or lunatics to blame for the situation; it was his carelessness that led them to be in their current miserable state. <>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<> Any further musings were interrupted by a knock on the connecting door. "Mulder, are you still awake?" "Yeah. Come on in." Scully walked in, clad in a long, thin robe that left little to the imagination. The knowledge that there was nothing underneath(their change of clothes were still in the trunk of the Taurus) wasn't helping matters. Mulder, equally dressed(though his robe reached only halfway up his thighs) looked down to make sure he wouldn't embarrass himself. The worrying, however, was for naught since she was looking anywhere but him. "I was thinking," she whispered, her hand running nervously through her titian red hair. "What happened wasn't totally your fault. It's just that it's been a long, frustrating day, and. . . I guess, what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry." "Scully. . ." There was a brief silence when he realized that he didn't know what to say. Fortunately, she saved him from explaining as something past his shoulder caught her attention. He turned around to see what it was that fascinated her, then blushed. "'Wet Dreams May Cum,' Mulder?" Shit. He completely forgot about that other embarrassing thing. "Y-Yeah," he stammered, not unlike a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She critically eyed the movie. "How can you stand to watch this thing? The plot is so dumb. Girl dies and goes to heaven where she finds different uses for zucchini. Later on she becomes sick of having sex with women, so she declares that she has to go to hell to get herself a man." Mulder watched in disbelief as the main character stated just that mere seconds after his partner did. He turned suspiciously towards Scully and asked, "How did *you* know that?" "Uh. . ." This time, it was she who looked embarrassed. "Lucky guess? The plot of these movies are all similar." "Actually, this one has a pretty unique premise. It's unusual for porn to deal with the metaphysical." He stood up with a start as he caught sight of her TV screen showing the ending credits of the movie. "Oh my God, you were watching it, too." "Would you believe I got my Disney tape mixed up with my brother's porn collection?" "No. Today is the premiere of this one." "All right. I was flipping channels and it caught my attention. . ." He heartily slapped her on the back and grinned. "Say no more. In fact, why don't you stay here awhile and watch with me? I'll be happy to answer all your questions and help you expand your mind." "Corrupt, you mean." "Poe-tay-toe, Poh-tah-toh." <>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<> The two bleary-eyed FBI agents got the surprise of their lives when they trudged out of their motel the following day. Only a couple of yards down the street was their car. "It figures," Scully mused aloud as a she opened the trunk with her keys, taking one of the identical black bags to check if they still had all their belongings. "Only lowlifes would have the same bad taste in motels as you do." "Hey, it's that so-called bad taste that got us our car back." She ignored him as her inspection yielded the newest issue of Playboy. She turned around in alarm, hand reaching for the other bag to prevent Mulder from. . . "So, exactly how long has these things been catching your attention?" he asked, waving her copy of "Booty and the Beast" around. Too late. "Would you believe that my brother. . ." "Nope. You already tried to use that excuse." "Then how about. . ." "No. Admit it, Scully, you have a problem." She took the well-thumbed porn magazines out of his bag and shoved it in front of his face. "*I* have a problem?" "Being a sex addict is nothing to be ashamed of." "But I'm not an addict!" "Admitting the problem is the first step." "I don't *have* a problem." The two were so engrossed in their argument that they failed to notice the car thief get in and drive until he was halfway down the block. "Hey! Stop!" Mulder yelled, fruitlessly running after the car which at that point was a mere speck on the horizon. As if the situation wasn't bad enough, the cool, pleasant drizzle from earlier turned into a full-blown storm, drenching anything outside within seconds. "Not again!" <>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<>o<> Author's Notes: I hope a lot of you got a kick out of reading this. I know I definitely enjoyed writing it(it was certainly an interesting thing to, uh, research ^_^). I'd like to thank Kim for beta reading this for me. She was a great help. Please send feedback to .