From: "t. dean" Date: Sun, 09 Jan 1983 20:11:44 -0500 Subject: a present from frohike Source: direct Title: A Present from Frohike Author: Angel Brown Email: 14983@wildmail.com Date: 12/30/99 Rating: R Summary: Mulder receives a present from Frohike that reveals a side of Scully he never knew existed. Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, and Frohike are all from the fertile imagination of Chris Carter's mind. He owns them. Fox broadcasting owns them. I certainly don't. As for Exit to Eden, Anne Rice and Random House Publishers own it. I have no idea who owns FHM or the movie The Turning. Again, I certainly don't own them. I am just having a good time using them. I hope you have a good time reading about them. Oh, and by the way, for those of you who don't know, Gillian Anderson is the lovely actress who portrays Special Agent Dana Scully. December 18, 1999 Fox Mulder's Apartment 11:21 PM Melvin Frohike stood outside the door of Fox Mulder's apartment holding one of those brightly colored gift bags with little nylon rope handles and a matching card. He felt a little foolish about being there. Maybe he shouldn't meddle in his friends' affairs or non-affairs as the case may be. He knocked on the door. The 4 from the 42 went askew as he knocked. "Who is it?" Fox Mulder's voice called out. "Frohike." Mulder opened the door and smiled at his gnomish friend. "Come on in. What brings you here at this time of night?" The short man entered and held out the bag. "Ahh... I brought you a little Christmas gift." "Why thanks, Frohike. You shouldn't have..." Mulder said extending his hand to take the bag. Melvin Frohike held on to the bag tightly. "You're right. I probably shouldn't have." The taller man looked puzzled and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I get the feeling you really don't want to give me what's in the bag." "Well, Mulder, if anyone should have them it should be you," he responded with consternation. "I get the feeling there's a 'but' in there." "That's for sure, Mulder," he said shaking his head. "Sit down, Frohike. You look like you could use a drink. Can I get you a beer?" He licked his lips, "That would be nice... and... you better get one for yourself." Mulder returned with a small case of Sam Addams. "You sound like you'll be needing more than one." "You're a smart man, Mulder." "So, what's in the bag?" he asked after they had a few long pulls from their beers. "A gorgeous redhead." "You fit Scully in that little bag?" Mulder asked with a chuckle. "That's not as far off as you might think." "Now you really have me intrigued. Give me the bag Frohike." "Mulder, ever hear the phrase 'be careful what you might wish for'?" "Yeah." "Well, don't say I didn't warn you." And with those sage words of advice Frohike gave the holiday bag to his friend. Mulder cautiously opened it. "Exit to Eden by Anne Rice? I've read her work before; its pretty entertaining even if it is inaccurate." "This is written by Anne Rice as Anne Rampling. That's the name she uses when she writes her steamier stuff. But, the important thing is the name of the girl who reads it." "Gillian Anderson? Never heard of her." "Not under that name anyway," the older man responded with chagrin. "There's more stuff in the bag." Mulder reached in and pulled out a DVD of a movie called The Turning. "Hey, this girl looks a lot like Scully." "Read the name, Mulder." "Gillian Anderson. You found someone that looks like Scully. That's incredible," he said grinning ear to ear. "Oh, it gets better. There's partial nudity in that flick. Gillian Anderson is in the movie for all of 5 minutes, but I would definitely call it 'quality time' if you know what I mean." "I do. I like 'quality time'. Thank you, Frohike. I think this is going to be the best Christmas present I have ever had." "You still have one more present in the bag." Mulder eagerly pulled out a large, glossy men's magazine. "Wow! She looks EXACTLY like Scully!" He began eagerly flipping through the pages. "Oh, gawd, this could really be her!" "Uh, huh," Frohike agreed licking his lips and twisting the cap off another beer. "Where did you get these?" "Off the net." "How did you find them?" "I was perusing an adult site dedicated to redheads and I came across what I thought was a fake of Scully." "And it turned out to be this Gillian Anderson?" "Actually, it turned out to be a fake of Gillian Anderson using the head from one of the shots in that magazine. I did a little more research and found the rest of these gems." "And you're giving them to me?" "What else are friends for? Besides, I already downloaded the relevant parts into my hard drive and make several backup zip files." "Well, thanks. Thanks a lot, Frohike. These are great. You wouldn't happen to know where I can meet this girl, Gillian, would you?" Frohike looked at Mulder over the rim of his glasses. "That's the part you want to be careful of what you wish for." "Oh, hey, I'll take my chances! This is a girl, I really want to meet. Come, on! Did you check out this quote 'I was somewhat promiscuous in college, now, I prefer the real thing'?!!! I think I could definitely be the 'real thing' for her if you know what I mean!" "I do." "Well, how do I get to meet her?" The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully as if he held the key to the Universe and wasn't sure he should give it to a child to play with. "You've already met her." "No, no. I would have remembered meeting someone like her. She is HOT." "Oh, I'm sure you remember meeting her." "No, really..." "Does September 13, 1993 ring a bell?" "Of course, that's the day Scully joined the X-Files." "Exactly. You remember." "You don't mean..." "Oh, but I do." "This is not my Scully." "No this is not your Scully. This is Scully back in med school before you met her." "No way!" he said shaking his head. "Way." "It can't be." "Watch the video, Mulder. Listen to the tape." He got up to let himself out. Mulder just sat on the couch staring at the media spread out on his coffee table. Frohike closed the door behind him. "Merry Christmas, Mulder," he said under his breath as he walked to the elevator. December 20, 1999 Dana Scully's Apartment 6:30 AM Fox Mulder stood outside the front door of Dana Scully's apartment he was holding a small rectangular package wrapped in red foil accented with a black ribbon and bow. He felt a little foolish about being there. Maybe he should let his friend's past remain in the past. But then again, maybe he shouldn't. He knocked on the door. No answer. Maybe she went to the airport earlier than he had anticipated. He knocked again. "Come in, Mulder!" his partner's familiar voice called out. He used his key to enter. "How'd ya know it was me, Scully?" "Mulder, no one else but you knocks on my door at uncivilized hours." "Oh." He stood there with present in hand. "I thought you might use a ride to the airport." "That's very sweet of you," she said from inside the bedroom, " but, I've already made arrangements with a cab." "What cab company? I can call them to cancel and save you a little money." The copper haired beauty stepped out of the bedroom buttoning her gray silk blouse. "What's up with you, Mulder?" she inquired suspiciously. "Nothing, Scully. I just realized that I hadn't gotten you a Christmas present this year and I wanted to make sure I gave you one before you went to Bill's for the holidays." "I thought we agreed not to get each other presents this year?" "Yeah, I know, but this one is really special. I saw it and I just had to get it for you. I could tell it would just bring out the 'real you'." She raised an eyebrow, "The real me, huh?" He shook his head giving her a cunning smile. "Give it here, Mulder. You certainly have peaked my curiosity." She took the package and quickly unwrapped it. She opened the box and her eyes opened wide. "Mulder! What is this?" "Black lace underwear." "I KNOW it's black lace underwear, but why are YOU giving it to ME?" "I thought it might bring back fond memories." "Fond memories of what?" "Med school." "Mulder, are you okay? Have you been hit on the head? Do you have a fever?" "No, I'm perfectly fine, Dana. Or maybe I should say 'Gillian'." The woman's face flushed. "Oh, you know about that." "Know about what, Gillian?" She pursed her lips, "The spread I did in For Him Magazine when I was vacationing in England." "You were quite lovely, I must say." "Ha Ha. Very funny. You've had your joke. Now take your longere and leave." "Gee, I thought you might want to take me into the kitchen and do it on the floor." She sighed heavily. "You saw the movie too?" "No. Not the whole movie. Only the unforgetable 5 minutes or so that you were in." "Great. Just great. Anything else about my past you want to tell me about?" "Not really but I'd love to hear you say 'white lace a-l-w-a-y-s in that sexy drawn out voice you used in Exit to Eden." She buried her face in her hands. "It was a long time ago. I needed the money. Med school was quite expensive and although I had a scholarship it didn't cover my living expenses. I hated asking my parents for money all the time, so I went to Europe and did a little modeling. They liked me so much they asked me back to do a little acting. And then a friend who worked for Random House got me the job doing the audio tape. I was desperate. It seemed like a harmless way to make easy money. I used an alias hoping no one I knew would ever find out. Okay, you satisfied?" "Almost." "So what else do you want from me, Mulder? Blood?" "Nope." He picked up the black lace underwear off the floor. "I just want you to put these on for me, Scully." "Don't be silly! I have to go to the airport." "You still have almost an hour." "Forget it, Mulder!" "Gee, I wonder what Maggie would think of her little girl showing off her sweet little tatas in a dirty movie?" "Mulder, you wouldn't!!!" "I might. Put them on, Scully." "You're joking. You like to joke around..." "Not this time, Scully." He threw his present back at her. "Go, put them on." She reluctantly went to the bedroom to change. She came out wearing nothing but Mulder's present of black lace panties and demi bra. She awkwardly stepped in front of him. "Okay, Mulder, now what?" "Lean forward." "No way!" "Lean forward just like you did in that brass bed." The little redhead did as she was told. Mulder swallowed hard. "Oh, that's good. Now, come sit in my lap." "Mulder!" "Come on, Scully, sit in my lap." She obediently complied. He softly stroked her cheek. "I could get used to this, Scully." Her blue eyes angrily stared at him. Her body was embarrassingly responsive to his touch. He moved his hand softly down her neck and brushed the tops of her breasts. "That's enough, Mulder," she ground out the words between clenched teeth. "I thought you liked me." "I did until about 5 minutes ago." "I think you still like me but you're afraid to admit it. I can feel your heartbeat..." "This is getting ridiculous, Mulder." "Tell me about what you were like in college, Scully. Were you really promiscuous?" "No. You can't believe everything you read, ya know." "You were really pretty in med school. But I think you're sexier now." Dana Katherine Scully was blushing all over her body and there was no hiding it from Fox Mulder. "Oh, my, you're blushing, Scully. Do I arouse you?" he asked cupping her breast in his hand and teasing a firm little nipple with his thumb. "Yesss," she purred shutting her eyes. He gently took her hand and placed it on the stiff rod in his jeans. "You arouse me too. Don't you think it's time we did something about this?" he asked as he began nibbling along her jaw line. A loud knock came at the door. "Did someone order a cab?" Dana Scully quickly scrambled out of her partner's lap. "Just a minute! I'll be right there!" she called. She ran to the bedroom yelling over her shoulder, "Mulder, get the door; I gotta get some clothes on!" This time, Mulder obediantly complied with his partner's wishes and answered the door. "She'll be right out," he gloomily informed the driver. Scully scurried out of the bedroom, fully clothed with her bags in tow. She exited her apartment. Mulder followed locking the door behind him. He walked her to the cab and helped her put her bags in. "Bye, Mulder," she said bussing him on the cheek, "See you after Christmas." "Yeah. See you after Christmas, Gillian," he said with a wink as he shut the cab door. They waved to each other as the vehicle drove out of the parking lot. A happy, hopeful, Fox Mulder swaggered to his own car and popped in the Exit to Eden tape to listen to on the way home.