From: Chris Carter Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2001 16:04:10 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Paint Source: direct Title: PAINT Author: No One SPOILERS: No spoilers, just relax & read it. Category: MSR CC interaction. Alternative universe, or maybe not? RATE: NC-17 so for all o' ya'll out there, watch out! Feedback: You know how much I want to! Just wriiiiiiiite me: no_one_1013@yahoo.com Summery: Playing tricks on an unstable ground. DISCLAIMER: I don't know Chris Carter, so I created a new CC- one I can dramatically use and abuse... Same for Dori Pierson Carter. As for Mulder, he's a little off character (so all the ones who're allergic to uncharacterism, I understand you, try to understand me). I wouldn't allow this on an episode but that's EXACTLY why I use it on fics! X X X I let the color spread through the paper. Feeling its blue weaves of almighty run through my veins. I wanted her. Damn I wanted her. Next to me, like we used to be together. Always. Gallons of blood were spilled into the deep blue sea. They created a brown mass of disgust. Shit, crap, home, woods, green woods, hope. Could I ever find hope? It's worth trying. I poured some green dye into the brown mess and let it take its shape. I didn't try to make out what shape it took. I hate people who do that. "Chrissie!" My wife burst into the room. She took a look at my painting. "Try pottering" I smiled at my creation, looking at the 'Carver' signed pot in the corner. But Dori wasn't going to miss that part of mocking me. She took the red oil color stained brush and painted SISTER on her chest. "Funny" "Funny indeed" She answered, pointing the brush at me. "Don't even think it" I didn't finish my sentence before I felt the slippy touch of red color on my shirt. "Bad boy! First you spend thirteen hours next to your computer, away from me, and then you go surfing. And for chrissake, when you finally get home, I find you with a stained brush, spreading color all over the place" She began with a characteristic playful tone but ended with utter frustration. "Hey meanwhile your the one who's spreading color all over the place" I said, trying to stick to the playful part. "No. I'm spreading that on YOU" She said and walked out of the room. Women. God only knows what they mean when they say something. Every single word. Most of them I never understood but acted like I did, and like I agreed too. Is this good communication? I don't know, but it's certainly is a good laid. I took off my shirt. The color of blood stained my chest. I felt an uncontrolled urge to be in the sea now, riding a wave, feeling the hypnotising feeling of water under my feet. Unstable ground. Playing tricks on an unstable ground. I never go until the wave crushes, I get off it just on time to catch a higher, stronger and better one. Until I get tired of riding and ride my last one, until the shore. Then I make my way to my car, dizzy, still riding in spirit. It takes me hours to relax. I try to do something beneficial in these hours. Today I tried painting. That try turned to be a big mess. I sat on my bed, turned on the computer and started doing what I do best. X X X TITLE: PAINT Author: Chris Carter RATE: Well NC-17, but it's for a good cause... SPOILERS: Not even here. CATEGORY: Never really got that. MSERRRRR I knocked on Scully's door. It was late, very late, but a late hour has never stopped me. No movement inside. To the dismay of the other hotel guests I shouted: "Scully!" One of the rooms bustled with activity. The door opened: "Do you know where you are?" A women in her best fourtie two years, wearing a loosely tied bathrobe and a fading red lipstick screamed back at me, as if she was a better example. I waited for her to close the door and knocked again. No answer. I wispered this time: "Scully?" I leaned on the door. No sound. I almost fell as the door flung open. "Who the fuck are you?" Asked a hispanic looking man. He was short and unshaved and he atared at me nose with hatred. It was helpless but I asked anyway: "Where is Agent Scully?" "Must've missed her" He answered, "after I fucked her in the ass". With that he slammed the door in my nose. The first thought was that she left. No wonder, idiot. I told her she can leave yestersay. But she didn't leave any massage, and she is still registered in the place. I started for the exit as it hit me- "fucked her in the ass". How did he know Scully was a woman? Reason said it's simple, who would have knocked on the door in the middle of the night asking for 'Scully' if it wasn't a woman. But reason also said a guy like this has no such reason. And since when do I go by reason anyway? FEELING was wierd. Not eerie but rather a disgust. What business could this man have with Scully? Thinking of this man even getting near Scully made me feel like having someone twisting a knife in my guts and making me lick it afterwards. I couldn't turn back to that room and demand to see Scully. In the best case he would twist a knife in my guts and make me lick it afterwards. God only knows he wouldn't call the police. What if that was Rohn? He didn't look like no Rohn to me, but that was the only possible way he could have known Scully. The only BEARABLE way. I called her cell phone again. I just wanted to hear her voice in the electronic machine. He voice was cold and firm, yet so Scully that it made me shiver. I sat a long hour in my car. I turned the ignition to allow warm air into it. I knew I had to start the engine soon and drive away. On the other hand I could go back to the hotel and take a room for the night. That would be ridiculous. Very ridiculous. * * * Almost as ridiculous as sleeping in the hotel parking. I woke up to another morning of winter, somewhere in florida, however winter it was, and I was cold too. I looked at the half opened car window. Gee, I'm lucky to be alive I thought. Maybe I wasn't. I Didn't let THAT thought stay in my mind too long though. My eyes hardly got used to the morning light. I discerned a figure, a shadow, getting closer. As it got closer I saw it had a painitng brush in hand. I could see his face. It was the guy from yesterday evening. Marty? I started shaking as he got closer. He walked straight to my car, staring at me with his piercing eyes. He was small, a dwarf, yet frightening. He got closer, close enough for me to be able to see the knife which was the other end of the painting brush. I went for my gun. It was there, loaded, ready to go any time. I noticed the safety-catch was next to it. How could that be? I always keep it inside. I knew I had no chance, he got closer. I knew I had no bullets. I knew because I FELT it. Just like I felt death was near. But death wasn't what I really think the guy had in mind. Torture, being held in captivity, that was what went inside his mind. He got near my car. My chest heaved. I held my breath. He was near my door, my window was open. He looked straight at me. One more second and he's going to open that door. One more secong. Oh God! And then what? He stared straight into my eyes. He let me feel the teror of being cought and stripped off, and exposed to him. He took another step. Why open the door behind me? The baggage? Will he open the baggage? I habe nothing in there. Maybe a suitcase or... No baggage and no shit. He went on into the hotel. It was obvious. How could I be so stupid? He took my weapon. The bullets at least. He- I looked back to the seat next to me. The gun was there, the safety-catch next to it. I took the gun into my hand- and there were the bullets. Did I do that? I looked at my watch. It was covered with a layer of frost from the night. I wiped it off with my finger. I felt the frost turning into icy water drops. The wind blew on my fingertips and made me shiver. It was six fifteen. Another lovely day made its way into my life. I checked my cell phone. I tried to dial Scully's number but the battery went off. I never bothered to turn it off. Always on standby. Maybe Scully would call. What if she called now? I turned on the engines. I knew I had to find a better place to park. charging a cell phone battery after staying the night at the hotel parking was pushing it. And pushing it wasn't the best tactic I could use at this moment. I drove off. This time of the morning was never of my favorites. It was the time I realized that tomorrow was another day, and just like yesterday, it sucked hard. The steaming car windows didn't bother me. What was the big difference between driving two hundred miles an hour in an open road and doing it with steaming windows anyway? It's no secret that thinking and overthinking was one of the strongest parts, however in this early hours its when I usually give that thinking task over to my VCR and TV set. Redheads, brunettes, blondes, black or white. That was thinking. That was using my mind. That was impossible to think of without having Scully a phone call away. I stopped the car in a safe distance from the hotel, just in case they called the police about this unidentified stranger in the car. I did have in mind someone who fit better into that situation, but he was another guest who pays for his room, and I were an unwanted stray. Funny how funny things got in the last few days. There was no point of going farther; I was running out of gas, I couldn't be reached, charging my cell phone battery would mean taking the chance of staying here, in the middle of nowhere, left to the painter's mercy. I was not welcome in this place. In this place I was a stranger with a long nose, and FBI tag. Soon I would be without my car. I knew exactly what I needed in this place. An X man, a deep throat, a Marita... well that too. I turned back to that hotel. It's called searching for your car keys near the street light in the dark. If it's there, yee hu! If it's in the dark, you had better think of another way to get home. When I got to back it was already seven or eight. However, the hotel seemed as dark as before. I parked my car. It felt rather humid when I stepped out of the car. I evtered the reception lobby. It was empty. Almost hunted. I presseed on the bell. It always had a terrible noise. It cut the silence like a sharp blade. I felt it in my heart. I looked around me. I would have thought this place was closed for years if not for the cleaning. Finally I noticed the Hispanic cleaner. "Excuse me?" She continued her work, not even bothering to look at me. I had a feeling it wouldn't do much, yet it would be inhuman not to try. I turned to her lauder: "Excuse me, Ma'am" Not a thing. She didn't hear, didn't see and didn't know. "I would like to rent a room" It started feeling rather scary than pathetic, "Can I talk to someone here". Oh great, I imagine things. I thought. There could be no other possibility. I started hallucinating. Maybe someone put something in my- in my what? I didn't eat or drink anithing ever since... Hell I felt my belly nodding in agrement. I don't remember the last time I ate. Should have been yesterday. But were I yesterday? I got approached that little sign of civilization. I felt a chill. I was chilling because I knew I won't get any response. Suddenly it seemed logical that this woman was nothing but a pile of meat. A woman shaped iceberg. I had to touch her shoulder, if only to feel if it was cold. It wasn't cold. The words came as a whisper, a shaky whisper. "E- excuse mme" I almost passed out when she turned to me. She took off the headphones. "Yes?" "I-I-I I wanted to uh, " "Reception opens on nine" "Oh, uh, uh, thank you" * * * I sat in my room. It was only a matter of time until the knock came on my door. I had known it shouldn't be too late before they find out my credit card is invalid and kick me the hell out of this place. I didn't know wich I wanted more. I turned on the T.V and thought about Scully. I found my favorite channel. Thanks got you can find THAT channel everywhere. I tried my best to focus on the black chick in my little screen and chill out. This worked like magic. I felt my muscles relaxing. A wave of heat spread in my body. My hand reached involuntarily to the bulge in my jeans to help releasing the tension. Miraculously, it created even more tension at the spoken area. I unbuttoned my jeans to feel my hand better. It felt familiar. Now more than ever, familiar was good. I closed my eyes and focused on the sounds. Those feminine sounds were gentle, soft. "Ohmm" I hummed the familiar music. I imagined that chocolate hand around my cock. She could kiss me at the same time if she wanted to. I would taste her cherry lipstick and her sour-sweet tongue. I'd feel her squeezing in that familiar rhythm. I'd feel her hand grabbing, her nails teasing. I'd grow harder with every move. I'd imagine being inside her tight and wet core. I'd feel her wetness, if only to see if she was ready. And oh, she'd be ready. She will be ready for me. She'd moan to tell me how much she wants me inside. I didn't have to tell her what I want, or even how. She was familiar with all that shit. She decended to my groin. Her blue contact lenses looked a bit unnatural but I was already used to this. I never understood why had women with honey eyes used blue contact lenses. But as she looked straight into my eyes and took me whole in her mouth, I didn't care if she had four eyes. It felt so good and wet. And HOT. I leaned backward and let the familiar feeling surprise me again. I let my head move frantically from side to side, as if trying to find a pose in where my mind can hanlde this hot and wet sensation. I knew I could no longer take this. But I did. Just a little more, just enough to make me almost come. Almost because she was there too. Hell, she was not going to skip that part either. Finally her turn. She stared at me from beyond the blue contacts as she slid upwards. Do you really think I'll take you that way? Her fat ass lips shaped a smile that said 'shoulda thought better than that'. What's on your mind girl? She straddled me. I reached my hand to touch her nipple. Suddenly It caught me- my groin wasn't her last station. Holy shit. She shaked her hips as if asking my approvement. My approvement came in shape of my hands on her ass asking her to come forward. I smelled her. How I missed that familiar smell. She moaned, feeling my hot breath arousing her. My hand was back with her nipple. She wiggled her as to feel me. I dared and licked her clit. Her scream came so sharp and sudden she got me totally freaked. I dared to think of someone else screaming like this. Would she ever? She was tasty. Just thinking of her tight and hot core closing on me was anought to make me come. But we're not going to do that now are we? I closed my lips around her clit, all the while pinching her nipple. She squirmed above me like a starving cat. Her moans built to a crescendo as she came on my face. There was something unfamiliar to this. I felt a little claustrophobic, caught in between her hips. She had such a tight grip on my. I became afraid to give my cock the same treatment. I was afraid my fear will get over, but as I looked down I saw I was still hard. Very hard. A fear hard on? I've never heard of that. However, as a man of X, any hard on in this particular circumstances, was as welcome as it was bizarre. She descended. I felt the tension in my groin. This was getting a little unfamiliar. It felt good. unfamiliarly good. My breath was heavy as she slipped on me slowly, enjoying herself. I closed my eyes. The sansation was bigger than me. I opened them and found myself looking stright into her eyes. They were cold, expressionless. It was as though her eyes felt non of what her sweet moans and hot body told. Was she lying to me? Hell yes, they always do. Her body slipped up and down as she started rocking me gently. I felt cold swet as we danced to that thrilling rhythm. Yes, it was a thrill. I came hard with a moan that could shake this whole freakin' hotel. She was gone. Disappeared. I wasn't surprised. I was familiar with them allways disappearing after I come. I felt nauseous, like being awake too long to be tired. But I was tired. I needed to get some sleep, although I knew I wasn't going to get any. Sleep that is. As my eyes got used to the dark I discerned a shape inside the darkness. I couldn't tell what was it. I began to slowly walk towards that shadow, trying not to get stuck in anything. My heart missed more than a beat as my leg banged hard against something. It took me a few seconds to realize it was the bed I run into. I felt like a seven years old kid in his father's workroom, at the dark. I could be Scully and still feel weird in the darkness. You never get used to the darkness, not even if you stay there forever. God only knows this darkness seemed so dangerously permanent. I approached that picture ever so carefully. Suddenly it hit me. The dark. The godamn dark. The last time I remember myself was six thirty in the morning, no five thirty! A funny thought made me smile... However I felt rather terrorized. I couldn't tell where all that darkness came from. I reached my hand for the shape. It banged on the floor and scared the shit out of me. There's nothing worse than a sudden noise in a quiet place. It sounds so strong you think you woke the whole world up. You're sure that in just a moment, you'll hear the neighbors or guests hollaring at you from their doors and windows to be quiet. However in this hotel, there seemed to be no pissed guests. Or no guests at all. I search in the darkness, reaching for my flashlight. Somehow, I didn't feel comfortable to touch the walls. To my surprise, not only that I found it, it worked. Staring at what that beam of light showed me, I thought I had better left the lights off. Not that the painting was not pretty. It was stunning. Well not Van Gogh but a work of art indeed. It was a nude portrait. A nude portrait of SCULLY. The was no darker darkness than the darkness I felt in my heart. Was it painted by the girl with the contacts? Or she played the errand girl? "Good morning" I heard a voice calling from behind. I turnd around and there she was. She was in her blouse only, holding a samdwich and smiling at me. She was all morning. It WAS morning. Again. Or the next morning? "Who's the pretty girl?" She examined the picture in my hand, as if it was the first time she saw it. I wanted to choke her up, throw her out of my room and shut the door. "Oh, that's... my partner". I said sheepishly, looking at the nude portrait as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "That's a nice partner you have. Does she know about that?" She took another bite. Her eyes warm and cozy, even through her contacts. If I let her go now I'd be the loneliest person on earth. But was she a better company? Her long cafe au lait legs said yes as she swiped her heaps, walking towards me. If I let her go now I'd be the loneliest person on earth. She took that painting of my naked Scully and examined it. Then she tore it into small pieces and sent them flying out the window. I looked at the sky trough the window. It was gray, winter gray. This kind of gray from which you can't tell if it's noon of afternoon. Whatever it was, it was no longer morning. From behind me I heard her warm and innocent voice again. "What time is it?" I stared at my wrist. No watch. I looked behind me. The bed was there, the TV was there, even the remote control I couldn't find yesterday was there. But the girl wasn't. She left an interesting question behind. I knew I had a week to find Scully, so I was told. But steeking to that deadline is kinda hard when you have no idea where are you, when are you? Hell. I'd kill for a watch. I searched the room. I turned on the TV. I never look at the news. Only when I have to. But waiting for the news will tell me what time it is. I would also know what day is it today. But first I have to find a news channel. No CNN? I could swear I had the same problem last night, or this morning, with another channel. I heard a knock on the door. I went to open it thinking one and got another. "How was work today?" There was that bitch instead of Scully, staring at me, asking me how was at work. Well work was bitch today- how about you? "Who are you?" I asked. Finally got to do what my mind told me to. She laughed. "I thought I'm your girlfriend. Who are you poophihead?" She made me think. Consider. Seriously. She was getting me somewhere. "That's very funny" She mistook my thinking expression and got in. What if time is running faster than me? Oh that Mulder thinking is back. Was I an X file? Was it their trick? To run the time faster so I won't make it on time to save Scully? Was she a part of the plan? "Why are we living in this dumpy hotel?" I asked, trying to win the game. She walked into the kitchen. This was the first time I noticed we have a kitchen. We? I felt I have no time left. Gotta be wiser. "We need to talk" "Don't we always?" She was innocent, yet felt so sleazy. "What about?" "About us" "What about us?" "The way things are moving" I said. "Well, we can slow down" She teased. I grabbed her forcefully, yet carefully. "How?" This caused a change in her expression. I didn't even get used to her previous one. Like hell, I didn'y know what does she mean with this new face. "I don't know. I tried too". My eyes widen. "Everything... one moment it's noon, and the other is the next morning. And you know... it's so damn..." "Fast" We said in unison. "You feel it too?" "Yes." I said. I was no longer the lonliest person on earth. "But I don't remember evrything". "They warned me it'll happen that way" "They who?" "Well, it's a long story" "No, no, no. I think I know them!" "I don't think you know them" She said. I sensed hasitation in her voice. "How do they look like?" I asked, not knowing myself. I somehow felt that if she gave me a clue I'd recognize them. I somehow felt she COULD give me a clue. But I knew it was too easy. I hoped she still thought *I* was that easy. If THEY know anything about me, they know that easy is less like me. Unstable, reckless, paranoid, but not easy. Funny talknig now, and only yesterday I let that woman take me. Easily. "Sweetheart" I turned to her. Her eyes asked me what. "How long do we know each other?" "Two years this wednesday" She smiled affectionatley. The weight of those words felt like the whole FBI biulding crushing on my broken little heart. Scully? Kaput. Two years ago. Easy. "Then why are you afraid?" I asked. She just gave me another one of these meaningless womanly expressions. "Afraid?" "To tell me the truth." "You and your truth again. How many times have I told you? I don't know who is THEM, I didn't see them any better that you did. It's useless" "Why can't we remember?" I teased on. Know the rules and you might as well win the game. "Because we don't talk about it". I laughed disbelievingly, although somewhere I believed every word of it. "I keep trying to tell you this, but every time, every time we don't talk it goes - blank. And then it's two hundred years later." It landed just where it had to. Talking. She's right on this one. We've been having this converstation for nearly five minuts. I looke out the window. Same time. The sky hasn't changed. Present. We're only in present when we talk. Still, something doesn't match. "But you keep the tracking of time" she winced. "I learned to. I got used to it". "How can you get used to it?" "You just do. Me that is. You can never accept it" "Accept what? Not knowing where I am, where I'm living? How the hell do I get back?" "You don't" I went to the door, angry. My hand grabed the doorhandle and almost broke it as I opened the door, heading to- "If you leave me, you'll be the lonliest person on earth" I turned backwards and saw her. Cool, expressionless. I could hardly see her eyes in the dark, but they felt... DARK. Dark, say something dark! "Is that your weapon?" I screamed, as if to scare the dark away. "Answer me!" Obviously no answer. I could sit and talk with myself forever. "What is you name?" I muttered. I couldn't help it, but I had to- "You BITCH!". The light turned on in the bedroom. As I went towards it I noticed the paintings on the walls. One of them was of me and Scully in out basement, the other was of Scully in talking a shower, the next- "Mulder" My lord in heaven! I don't belive in you! I ran into the room, stopped by the overwhelming vision: Scully, my beautifull Scully. Scully in a cherry-red satin bra and underwears. She stood there, in front of me, tired, relaxed. "Mulder whom are you yelling at?" My eyes were wide open. I wanted to do nothing but kiss her sweet lips and hug her. And so I did. Her lips felt soft and sweet. Her heat radiated into my body through owr skin. She parted her lips, allowing my tongue to explore. The feeling of her tounge against mine was sansatious, stimulating, comforting, familiar. Although we didn't share too many kisses. It was familiar. Who knows? Maybe the time that passed. Did I save her? Did she save herself? Are we saves now? She broke the kiss and smiled. "You feel it two?" I had to ask. "How could I not?" Her lips strangled me before I could react. "Sorry. I was never too good at this" "You were once" I said. Her embarracement aroused me. I brought my hand through her hair. It was soft. I could smell her cleaning. That familiar smell. I became addicted to that smell. It was not too strong, yet strong enough for me to feel it. I blessed that moment, of having her in my hands, for the second time I remember. Were there others? In two years? She touched my chest, trailing her fingers in my chest hair. Only then I noticed I was all naked but my boxers. She kissed my neck, hjiked me. "Ouch" It made her laugh. Can't women have better kicks? Her other hand descended to my lower belly. She caressed me. Her hand soothed my burning flesh. I relaxed. Right at that moment I let my eyes close I felt a wave of energy inside me. It was so strong I couldn't tell where it came from. Like a puncture in the chest, no less harmful. A lot less familiar. I unleased her from her tight bra and felt her soft breasts fall against my chest. Her nipples were already erected. Her left hand reaches to caress my ass. This sets me off like a fired arror. With one stroke, a strong yet carefull one, she takes my boxers off. I hardly remembered to ley my hand of her head as she starts licking me. Her hand stopped me from pulling her into me while her other hand did nothing of an effort to stop me. It felt almost unsafe between her hot and wet mouth and her proffesional hand. I could not stand this anymore. I could not STAND. "Scully" I moaned. Her head was busy somewhere else. Bringing my heand to stop her was for me like bringing the sun to the moon. She looked at me questioningly. It wasn't the familiar Scully Q face. There was wanton in her eyes, lust. I've never seen that look on a woman's face in real life. She had so much life, so much meaning to me. She stretched her lips to a teasing smile that brought the nuts out of me. It made me laugh. Real laughter, not just the half smile I do. She was not offended. She licked me on her way up. Without her shoes, her head couldn't read longer than my chest. She didn't have to get longer. I huged her and kissed her again. With joy this time. I felt like a little baby who got a bikes to his birthday. We fell into the large bed. It wasn't my bedroon. It wasn't hers either. That bed wasn't familiar. I shook that thought off my mind and focused on that beautiful redheaded lusting woman lying under me. Under me. Jesus fucking Christ! Her legs straddled me. She felt so warm against my skin. We were so happy. Her hands held my head. I could do nothing but stare at her. "what, what? What do you want?" She asked. I kept staring at her. "You want me?" She could hardly pronounce the words between laughter. "You sure you want me?" "Shut up Scully!" I said and did with my mouth on hers. My cock was so dangerously closed to her wetness it made me moan. "Hmm what's that?" She managed from between my lips. She squirmed as I moaned into her mouth again. I carresed her hip and kissed her neck. It was her time to moan. I kissed her adam apple and she opened her mouth to get some air. She was burning hot. Oh so fine rubbing her legs against me, arching her back to make me feel her lust. She got me twithcing with pain and frustration. And she still had her underwears on. I rubed my fingers against her soft sating underwears, giving her a clue about what's to come. Her reaction was instinctive. Her legs loosed the grip around me, allowing me to take of her underwears. Inviting me to. I slowly accepted that invitation. That part always made me shudder. Her wetness evoked my senses in a dangerous way. I slipped her underwears off a little sheepishly. Actually more than that to be frank. Her heat was immense. Almost inhuman. I could hardly breath with anticipation to being inside that hot body of hers. It was easy to envision myself wrapped up in this hot and wet heaven. I kissed her nipple and squashed one hand between our panting bodies. I almost burned my finger as I reached her. "Mulder" she blurted between groans. Her voice was music to my ears. I circled her, making her squirm with emotions. The sound of her sweet voice as she called my name and the touch of her burning skin against mine were way beyond unfamiliar. I slipped one finger inside her. I was ready to make this my new home. She came with a scream that could freak the shit out of this whole motel, or house. or neighborhood. Her chest heaved. I waited for her to calm before I entered her. She wrapped me with her longing, lusting, glowing self. I insisted on making it the slowliest I can. Make it last. Make the moment last forever. My heard was about to explode as I speeded up, outside, and then farther outside. From beyond my focused self, I could feel her tensing around me. She wanted to come again. She was closed. I was closed as hell. Who was closer? "Oh Mulder!" I wanted to tell her how much I love her, I wanted to whisper in her ear, to let her know how good she feels, how good she makes me feel. But I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. I was in amok, driven by the sensation of her, by instincts, blinded instincts. I came with this intensity. I cannot recall a moment so intense in my whole life. I felt the sensation in my head. It came as a sharp pain in the center of my head. And then I woke up. Or fell asleep. I'm not sure which anymore. "Things happen so quickly" I heard that sentence. I didn't know where did it came from. Were those my words? The other voice however, was familiar: "Relax, and let time pass". I could feel the soft skin of a woman's chest under my head. I listen to her piecefull heatbeat. I turned my head and saw her vaguely. Long brown hair caressed my head, I stared into her brown eyes. I must mention, at that moment, there wasn't even the least bit of surprise. Things were as clear as the sunlight. "Time stops when I'm with you" I muttered in anger. She mistook my comment as joke and smiled. Watching those full lips spreading into a loving and caring smile got on my nerves even more. "Who are you?" "Miriam" She said innocently, as if playing whatever foolish game that turned me on. "Miriam, how long are we together?" "I belived you already asked me that" she answered in a familiar voice. "I did?" "Yup" "And what was the answer?" I couldn't help feeling the tension growing within me as I waited for her answer. I hoped I wasn't showing any of it. "Two years." I was relieved. "Funny how it's been Ten years since you asked me that question and I still remember that". I felt as though my heart was stung by a bee. I clenched my teeth, trying to overcome the pain. "Do you have a car Miriam?" I asked. The idea popped in my mind. Silence. "Miriam?" The girl just stood there and stared at me. "Do you have a car?" She stared at me blankly. And then I got it! Time passes when we don't move, that's what she wanted! She tried to make the time pass. She had that ability to stop whatever was going on. She held me as a prisoner. "I'm going to get a ride" I said. And done. "There's only one thing I want to know first" No response. Thinking back, I belive I saw a flinch of despair in her eyes. "Whom did I make love to?" A tear went off as she said "Agent Scully, I belive. She's your partner. Go to her" "How do you know that?" I demanded. "I can't explain" "That's too bad" I said. I felt as though I were doing the right thing, and all the forces in this world played along. "Cause you're going to have to do sone explaining". I grabbed her wriset and pulled her after me, into the expected car. Clearly thinking, I had no reason to expect the woman to have a car. But thinking clearly was a privilege I dared not ask, and out the door I went, grabbing this unfamiliar woman, who claimed to be called Miriam, heading to see Scully, as if she were two blocks away. A neat surprise waited at the doorway. Its cold iron tip pressed against my forehead, right between my eyes made me shiver. I dared and looked up. Nothing. Slowly, wery slowly, I let my eyes lower. At a few parts, I stopped and wondered how lower would I need to go. There he was. The man from the hotel. The painter? I didn't know. Then I remembered a painting. A painting of Scully. Naked. "You sick motha'fucka' think you got me hu? What'chu doin' in my house? Fuckin' my woman? Is that nice? I don't think so dude!" The little shit stared at me accusingly. "Do I get a dying wish?" I wondered if he had left money to buy bullets after spending so much on that gun. Yet I had more important thing in mind for now. "Fuckin' jerkass. I always like that part" "How old are you?" "Seven hundred and fourty five" And then it all went black. "In two days". X X X "In two days" I heard the Doctor say. I dared and opened my eyes. Hovering above me, I saw her in her glowing red hair, a brown suite and sea blue worried eyes. "He's awake!" She said. "How old am I?" "Relevant question." Said the doctor. "Since you've been lying here for almost a year" I felt a ping of worry for merely a second before I heard Frohikie's: "They were about to shoot you in two days" "Yeah, what the hell happened to you?" Asked Langly. "That painter you were chasing. He bit you unconcious a year ago. He liked to draw his victims. We found a drawing of that woman you described. She says people died after the drawings were completed." "The painting killed the people? Scully, like when people used to belive that... that their soul was taken when someone took a picture... " I couldn't talk. Tiredness had overcome me. "Mulder he was a serial killer who liked to draw his victims before they dies. That's why he slept with his victims, to draw them naked". "Don't you think he's to tired to talk about whatever you talk now? He needs to sleep it off, and let the time pass" Said the Doctor. "He had a year to sleep it off" Said Scully. "Can we have a moment alone" She turned to the Doctor. He went out. We waited for her to speak but she continued staring at The Lone Gunmen. "What us too?" They were answered with an out taking of air. Slowly, they marched off. Only as the last gunmen cleared off did Scully began. "You told me there was another painting out there... A painting of me." "Yes" "We never found it" I tried to remember the painting in detail. I didn't do so of concern as mush as of curiousity. After all, it's not like I get to see that beautiful woman naked every day. Then it occured to me. It was unfinished. "A lot of time passed since then" I said. "I guess by now he would have got you". She wasn't soothed. "One more thing Mulder" Inhale. "I remember some things from that case. I can't put them in place or time, I was wondering if we rememer the same things". I smiled. "Good memories?" I smiled. She smiled too. "Some good. With you." She sat on my bed. I watched her tear doing its way down her cheek. Realization puzzled me. "You know, my mother told me once that a scene is an event taken in a certain place, on a certain time. In this case, we have no scenes". "When we think. Time goes by. When we don't act, time goes by. Things happen so fast. We have to be active to keep track of time" X X X I felt that last line was uncharacteristic. Neither Mulder nor Scully could say what I just put into their mouth. You It's a fan fic I was writing. You can't put that into pictures. And even if you can, you can't put those pictures into words. I double clicked the file name and pressed delete. That annoying note asked me if I'm sure about it. How do they ever want me to be sure about it? Needless to say, I pressed no. I turned off my conputer and went to bed. A femiliar scent of a woman wrapped my nostrils. "Good night" I said. "Night Chrissie" I heard her familiar voice. She knew how aroused I get after finishing a project and she wasn't going to let that go. Well it's not like I had any doubts. "You smell of paint" "Red paint" I said. "That means you're in danger". X X X Author's note: This story does not take place in a certain location, or a certain time. I felt like it's something that couldn't be on air on nine PM, or in pictures. That is, for me, the right reason to write a Fan Fic. I'd appreciate every response I get. I know it's not perfect. Nothing is. Yours. No One (no_one_1013@yahoo.com)