From: "Ramona Japhy" Date: Fri, 30 Jul 1999 13:49:25 EDT Subject: One Night Stand (1/1) Source: direct Title: One Night Stand Author: Ramona Japhy Rating: R Classification: Story/Romance Spoilers: pilot Summary: Perhaps Scully and Mulder met once before the X-Files. Disclaimer: i don't own them, never did, never will. i'm a poor bum, a 'dharma bum', hoping to make a few of you smile with my pitiful stories. One Night Stand by Ramona Japhy J. Edgar Hoover Building Washington, D.C. 1993 Special Agent Dana Scully glanced over her assignment papers with a sigh. "Spooky" Mulder. Should be pretty interesting, actually. However, she couldn't help but feel that this assignment had been an insult. Sure, she was still a rookie, but the X-Files? The most unwanted job, the most unwanted partner, in the FBI? She grimaced slightly, embarrassed that she should be assigned such a lowly position. Somehow, though, she was looking forward to it. She looked forward to the uncertainties, the spontaneity. And the opportunity to use her science to evaluate the paranormal, to prove that science was fact. As much as she loved the FBI, science was her primary interest. This was no Violent Crimes crap. She still couldn't believe she'd be working with spooky. The legend himself, and she'd work side by side with him every fucking day. Amazing. She glanced down again as she made her way through the brightly clean hallways, down into the musty basement. Mulder, Fox William. Fox. She sounded the name on her lips, and wondered. It sounded so...familiar, so weird. June 23, 1982 The air was thick with smoke and the screaming almost rose to the level of the blaring music. Out on the dark street you could hear the music, and see the lights, for miles around, while out there, darkness reigned, moths flittering in and out of flickering malfunctioning streetlights, while cars sped up and slowed down as they approached the house, and all stopped, and entered. "Damnit, Jessie, what are we doing here? It's a fucking frat party," the short redhead whined, "The embodiment of the immaturity of adolescent and college aged men. If you ever want to be able to look at any of them with a certain degree of respect again, I suggest we leave now. After all, things can get pretty damn lonely when you have to label all these guys undateable for lack of maturity. And you know, I don't exactly have a great urge to date the computer nerds." "Have you ever thought that some of these guys are more respectable drunk, at their lowest point, with their hearts on their sleeves and bleeding, than sober and acting like the gorillas they usually do?" "But it takes awhile for them to drink enough alcohol to get to the deepest depression." "That's why we're showing up three hours after the party began. Now they have a head start. Besides, I'm not planning on getting laid tonight. Just flirting with some pitiful soul to light up his life." "I will never understand the way your mind works." "Perhaps it's better that way, Dana. You couldn't handle such intellect." "Sure, Fine. Whatever," she replied with a laugh, and followed Jessie up to the door. They stepped in the door, Dana still a bit wary at the whole scene. She followed her friend over to get a beer, running into a tall, drunken kid, as he stumbled over to a group of friends. "Respectable my ass," she muttered. * * * * Fox Mulder sat at his desk, waiting, slides already projected, ready to show to his new partner. Fucking bitch didn't know what she was getting into. She wouldn't be able to handle it. More likely than not, she'd be gone in a month. They were sending him some rookie, and a scientist too. Smart woman, but she belonged in the lab, not running after UFOs. He sighed impatiently, a little nervous. He just didn't want to get laughed at. He could handle arguing...he could send some zingers back. He could handle cold disbelief. But if the bitch laughed... Well, it would be pretty hard to work with someone who didn't take him or his work seriously. He stared at his hands and fidgeted with his glasses as he perused the file in front of him, as he awaited the arrival of Agent Dana Scully. The name didn't fit. Dana was such a soft name to him, gentle, womanly. He sighed, and listened to her heels banging on the wooden floor. * * * * The tall dark haired man followed his friend reluctantly into the house. Not only did he rarely bother to go to parties, this one was thousands of miles from anyone he knew. More than a loser this time, the king of losers. He rambled in, embarrassed. This was not what he needed now. The place was packed with people, all gathered in separate groups in separate corners, drinking. In the middle of the huge basement was a pool table, and a bunch of people were gathered around the television and more, around the stereo. He grabbed a beer and watched Mike move over to group of people, a bunch of guys getting extremely drunk. He sighed and started attempting to juggle beers. He found it to be a failure, winced with boredom, and joined the tv group to drink his beer as he stretched out on the long sofa. Dana sat on a stiff chair near some guys that she and Jessie knew from their biology class, while Jessie stretched herself out on the floor and leaned back against Dana's legs, as she drank her fourth beer. Dana, eyes blurry, started on her fifth. This is so fucking boring, she thought angrily, saddened by the fact that she was at a frat party getting drunk for the simple reason that there was nothing else to do. Pretty soon, my life will be as pointless as theirs, she realized, watching the guys laugh weirdly. They'd been smokin' something too, she decided. She let out an exasperated sigh and took a gulp of beer. Why did she bother to drink this crappy beer? She excused herself to go to the bathroom, realizing for the first time how drunk she was, when she stumbled across the room, while everything swayed in front of her. She leaned against the bathroom mirror and felt her head swirling as she regained her composure. No problem. She was fine now. She brushed her hair out of her face, and applied a bit more lipstick. She heard a knock at the door and left the bathroom making her way back to her group. Mike was nowhere to be seen, and the young man rose from his position on the couch to retrieve a second beer. No one had spoken to him much, and he was considering leaving, but he couldn't get in the house without Mike's key. And if Mike partied too much, they might not leave any time that night, because he knew Mike would never let him drive the car, and there was no way he was gonna let him drive drunk. He made his way towards the beer, and finally spotted Mike, over in the corner, talking closely to a brown haired girl who leaned against the back of an empty wooden chair. Mike saw him and waved drunkenly. "Hey Fox! How do ya like the party?" Fox rolled his eyes and gave up all hopes of getting out of there. He mumbled angrily under his breath as he grabbed a beer, bumping into a short redhead as he turned around. "Sorry." He muttered, as he took a look at her. She was sexy, nice body, and a sharp, stunning face, with cold blue eyes that drove through him like nails, slightly unfocused though they were. She swayed a bit, and he could tell that she was drunk. "No problem," Dana replied, giving him a dazzling smile. She evaluated his lean, muscular body shown perfectly through his tight clothes with an appreciative grin. "Do I know you?" "I doubt it," he replied, pleased that she was interested enough to talk to him, "I'm just visiting a high school friend. I go to school in England." "Oh. Nice to meet you, I'm Dana." "I'm Fox." "Fox?" "I know. I've thought about making people call me by my middle name, William, but then I would have the same name as my father. I'd kill anyone who mistakes me for my father." "I think that might be a little harsh." "Maybe. So, what do you major in?" he asked, eager to change the subject. "Pre-med. And you?" "Psychology. You'll be going to school for a long time, I guess." "Yeah, unfortunately. But I've always wanted to be a doctor. Well, except for the time when I was 8 when I wanted to lead Safaris through the jungle." He laughed. "Sounds like fun. When I was a kid, I wanted to save the world from wars with alien nations." During this conversation, they'd made their way to the couch where they sat down, Fox taking periodic gulps of beer. Dana figured she'd had enough beer for the night. Besides, now she had someone to talk to, someone sexy and interesting. She stared at him with intensity, feeling the heat, watching that wry grin on his face, and his permanently sad eyes. * * * * "No one down here but the FBI's most unwanted," he called out, eyes still on the papers in front of him. The door opened and in stepped Dana Scully, MD. He turned his head, and gazed through his glasses in shock. Dana. A million thoughts flew threw his mind. How? What? Her. She walked up to him awkwardly and introduced herself, and he realized that this woman was his new partner. He recovered and gave a sarcastic retort, all the while wondering. Did she remember? God, did she still respect him? He could only imagine what she must think. And they'd have to work side by side. How could he endure that? No, he could tell that she didn't remember him. Thank God. He wouldn't say anything. He'd pretend he'd never seen her before in his life. As he spoke, he forced himself not to think about it, but about Special Agent Scully of the FBI. His mind recovered from the panic, and he made himself concentrate on the case in front of him, not on the fiery red hair and the full lips. He felt himself shiver under those cold eyes, and remembered... * * * * As he spoke in a low seductive voice, he watched her. He wanted her. The way she moved. She laughed when he spoke and he chugged some beer to calm down. He watched her eyes, the way they stayed on his the whole time he spoke. She replied in a rolling alcohol slurred voice and he shivered, moving closer. As she finished her sentence his lips met hers in a passionate, needy kiss. Her hands landed on his chest as she stroked the muscle underneath his tight shirt, and he pulled away, hands resting on her cheeks while he waited for her response. She moved toward him again, and the next time they pulled away from each other, she whispered in a husky voice. "Come with me to my apartment. It's only a block from here." One more look in her eyes and he followed her to the door, taking his beer along with him. His mind swirled and he wondered what he was doing, this wasn't right. But he wanted her. He needed her. He needed this, now. Her small hand clasped his, and led him out into the warm night, as he wet his lips and stared at her, knowing he should stop this, right now. She was drunk. He told himself she knew what she was doing. And so did he. He followed her down the street silently, wondering what she was thinking. They came to a small house and went up the stairs to the second floor apartment, both stumbling a bit on their way up. She looked him in the eyes as she unlocked the door, wondering if this was right, just sober enough to know that she shouldn't be doing this. But she didn't give a damn. Every look at him convinced her this was right. She gazed at his body, wanted to touch him. They shut the door behind them and one second later they were all over each other, stumbling in each other's arms for the bedroom, rejoicing at the bodily contact. He peeled her clothes off and stroked her bare skin, feeling more turned on than he had ever been. His hand touched her face, and he looked into her eyes when finally all clothes had been shed onto the floor, and all that was left was them. He never took his eyes from her face as he made love to her, made love to the incredible woman he had found. Dana awoke in her bed, entangled in the sheets, and felt the warm skin beside her. Her head pounded with the worst hangover she'd ever had, and she couldn't quite remember what had happened. She remembered him, though his face was blurry in her mind. She'd had sex with him. God, she was an idiot. The first time she was drunk in months, and she has sex with the first random guy she meets. She sat on the edge of the bed, panicking. She had to get out of there. Who was he? She couldn't even remember his name, though she knew she'd been screaming it the night before. And she'd taken him to her apartment. Why not his? Oh, God, why wasn't he leaving! She rose from the bed and got dressed quickly. Had they used a condom? She couldn't remember. She'd have to get herself tested. She doubted she was pregnant, she wouldn't be ovulating right now, but she'd have to check herself anyway. What the fuck had she been thinking! She left the apartment, knowing nothing else to do, and made her way to her favorite park, where she sat down to think. She felt so cold and alone. Fox awoke with a groggy, contented feeling. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, wondering for a minute where he was. Then he remembered. Dana. He couldn't believe what he'd done. He'd given in to his primitive instincts, and not only that, he'd treated her like a slut. But he thought more of her than just as last night's sex, he wanted to tell her that. But it didn't matter. There was no way she'd respect him after this, she probably considered him some sex driven barbarian. But it wasn't just him, she'd been there, too. She'd wanted him, she invited him to her apartment. But she was drunk, he reminded himself. More drunk than he was, it was his duty to stop it before things went too far. He closed his eyes and felt the alcohol ache in his head. It was best if he just left. He couldn't stay here. He'd already stayed past his welcome. He rose to his feet, and slowly, painfully, got dressed, ashamed at himself for doing something that he'd never in his life wanted to do, and for running away from this mysterious woman who drew him in. She probably wanted nothing to do with him, anyway. She wasn't interested. She wanted him to disappear from her life so she could forget all about him, he was sure of it. He was fully clothed and ready to go, but he couldn't just leave. He decided to write her a note. He searched around for some paper and a pen, and then, thought about what he should write. Dana: I want you to know that I've never done anything like this before, and that I'm sorry, sorry that I can't know you, because of what an idiot I've been. That is the greatest tragedy in all of this. From every moment I spent with you last night, I mean other than after we came here, I know that you are someone that I would very much like to know. But I know what you must think of me so I'll get out of your life. After all, how could you respect and trust me at all? And all relationships need those two things, respect and trust. I want to assure you that I have no sexually transmitted diseases, so you don't have to worry about that. If you don't trust me though, get yourself checked. I can only hope that nothing else results from our bad judgment; if you were to become pregnant from my stupid lack of control, I would never forgive myself. Something like this, has never been what I wanted. Please, forgive me. I won't bother you at all, but I don't want you to think that I'm running away from this. If for any reason you need to contact me, you can ask Michael Shaw. Fox. Dana read the letter, shocked. As she read his words, she wished she could remember him, remember last night, and like him, wished they could have met under other circumstances. She felt tears threaten out of self-pity for what she had done, but she kept them in, resolved to forget about this completely. She almost threw the letter out, but for some reason decided not to, and stuck it at the bottom of a drawer full of random papers. * * * * "Actually, I'm looking forward to working with you," Dana Scully replied, staring down calmly at her new partner. A young man, gorgeous, with eyes that she remembered from a far off dream, a tragedy. Not quite what she expected "Spooky" Mulder to look like. She'd expected a crazy old man. Not this determined, self-assured youthful man, set out to slay a dragon like the Knights of old. He had beautiful features, and somehow familiar, she thought, as she gazed down at him. She reminded herself that he was her partner, and forced her thoughts away from his strangely familiar face and voice, and from her ungrounded apprehension. From now on, Agents Mulder and Scully, and the X-Files. The End well, that's it, folks. did ya like it? e-mail me!! sadeyed1235@hotmail.com i think i'm gonna write a sequel, so if you think i should post it, e-mail me. six years later, scully rediscovers the letter. how does she react? :-) there could be some major romance there, ya know.