From: amperage@aol.com (Amperage)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: Short Story "Private Lives"
Date: 8 Jun 1995 07:09:46 -0400


Disclaimer--Mulder and Scully are creations of CC and 10-13 and God
help us all if I don't say that I am stealing CC's creation and beg
forgiveness.  

Private Lives
By Amperage@AOL.com
6/4/95

     She looked good in the little blue skirt, in the short tight
blouse that covered her midriff as long as she stood still. When
she moved it would flash her pale skin, but only a flash.  Short
full skirt because a tight skirt wouldn't hide the garters. 
Garters with lace panties underneath.  And the tight emerald green
blouse.  Dana let just one more mist of hair spray fall across her
tightly coiffed locks.  Perfect makeup, perfect hair.  Dark green
earrings that danced when her head turned.  She stepped into her
heels, moved quickly.

     Mulder's the one who does the one night stand thing, she
thought ruefully, transferring money, FBI ID and driver's license
to a tiny clutch.  She went back to the bathroom, found the condom
box under the sink and extracted two.  You're female, you have
relationships. 
     Yeah right.  Like Dana Katherine Scully wanted a relationship.
No.  She wanted sex in the same way that she had wanted it her
second year in the dorms, watching Amy Bursinski pick up boys. 
Scully had learned how from Amy and then carefully chosen dates
based on cleanliness and ability to pay for fancy dinners.  Besides
if the Fox Mulders of the world are going out and having one night
stands, who are they having them with?
     Scully decided that she didn't feel like answering the
unsolvable mysteries of the known galaxy right now.  She shoved her
condoms into the very bottom of the purse.  Okay. Beeper and
Cellular.  Cell into the bag, pretty much stretching it full,
Beeper somewhere on her. With the full skirt it was okay,
unnoticeable. She went into her kitchen for some small, unmessy
munchie before Kate arrived.

     Kate stared at Dana, nodding in admiration.  "You're cruisin'
for some aren't you?"
     "Why do you think I asked you to go with me?"  Dana asked,
surprised.  
     "I just don't know why you aren't doing your partner.  I
would."
     "I would give you his phone number, but I wouldn't wish that
on you."  Dana replied, watching as Kate peered into her
refrigerator.
     Kate got a diet Pepsi and turned to her friend.  "Okay, why
not?  He's really nice, terribly good looking and has a butt that's
beyond incredible."
     "He's. . .he'd be unstable in a long term relationship,"
Scully replied, finishing off her turkey frank and whole-wheat bun.
"Just trust me.  I can't tell you, I won't betray his confidences,
but. . ."
     Kate shrugged,  "you've seen him naked, right?"
     Scully frowned.
     "How's he hung?"
     Scully threw a dish towel at her friend.  "For an RN, you've
still managed to retain an immature attitude about the human body."
     "Not about most people.  Just about guys I want to screw," 
Kate replied with an evil grin.  She flung her moussed hair back,
considered her own tight spandex outfit.  "I like the full skirt. 
Easier to screw."  She grabbed the hem and tossed it up before
Scully could respond.  "Uh-huh. How did I know?  I wear hose with
the garters built in a spandex outfit."
     Scully nodded.  "I didn't know what to do with my beeper on
something that skin tight.  I like how you did that--the straight
little dress, but a black cloth belt."  
     Kate grinned.  "I do this fairly often."


     The club was crowded, but as Kate had promised, the clientele
was what Scully sought.  Well-dressed professionals, shunt of their
suits, looking for short-term action because their careers
precluded long-term involvement.  Trash Disco Music from the late
seventies, early eighties crashed against the walls, filled the
spaces.  Scully wasn't sure when the last time she'd heard Devo
was, but she was on the dance floor with some guy named Steve,
gyrating to "Working in a Coal Mine" all the same.  Steve had a
buzz cut and green eyes and had bought her a drink because he
"thought red hair was sexy."  His watch was a Rolodex and his only
ring was an Annapolis class ring.  He hadn't mentioned the Navy or
Annapolis, which struck Scully as a good thing.  She hadn't
mentioned the FBI.  They were approaching each other as equals, no
impressing either side.  This one might work.  She'd turned down
two guys who'd tried the "I work for this agency or that" impress
the babes move. 
     Sheena Easton.  "Strut."  They danced a little longer.  Steve
grabbed her hand.  "You want to go get something to drink?"  He
yelled over the noise.
     Dana nodded and they moved over to the bar.  "Wine Cooler. 
Peach."  She shouted as Steve ordered himself a beer.  She found a
small table.  Glanced over at a couple who was practically already
having sex in the club.  Something was uncomfortable about this. 
Familiar high-tops, short brown hair cut, and the frame was about
right. . .what were the chances?
     Steve came over with the bottles, worried look on his face, 
"someone you know?"
     "I can't be sure,"  Scully replied, frowning.  "I think it's
my brother."
     Steve relaxed slightly.  Scully took a sip of her cooler.  "I
saw him today at lunch.  He didn't say anything about club hopping.
. ."  She shrugged, turned to Steve.  "His business."  She smiled. 
"So, A Navy man.  I like guys in the Navy."
     Steve smiled.  "Okay, so what do you do?"
     "FBI agent."  And the couple parted.  It *was* Mulder.  Oh
God.  Scully moaned, putting a hand to her face.
     "What?"  Steve asked, startled.
     "It is Fox,"  Scully replied.  
     "What?  Is he overprotective or something?"  Steve looked
worried.
     "No. He thinks I don't go out enough."  Scully replied.  Then
grinned.  "Kiss me."
     "What?"
     "Kiss me hard and long and make it worth my time."
     Steve glanced at Fox, who was just now realizing who sat two
tables over.  He grinned at the short, sexy red-head next to him
and pulled her close.

     Mulder stared as the military type took Scully into a long,
drawn out kiss, as her arms wrapped around his back and clutched.
     Kellie, beside him bounced in her chair.  "I'm getting tired
of the noise."  She said, her cocker-spaniel eyes begging him for
something, and it wasn't a pat on the head.  "Come on.  Let's leave
and go back to your place."
     "Okay."  Mulder promised.  "Listen, that's. . .that's my
sister over there."  Yeah.  Sister.  Say partner and let Kellie see
the partner and he wouldn't get any.  Women were strange.
     Kellie glanced over.  "Looks like she's doin' pretty well for
herself."  She chuckled.  "Although, I think if I were your sister
I might *have* to commit incest."
     Mulder grinned.  "Don't be disgusting."
     Kellie shrugged, pursed her lips.  "Just wait.  You'll be
*begging* me to be disgusting." 
     
     The kissers parted and Scully's eyes fluttered.  "Come on. 
Meet sis."  Mulder grabbed Kellie's hand.  "Then we blow this
joint.  And then I blow you."
     Kellie grinned.  "You stole the words out of my mouth."

     "Dana!"  The voice was cheerful.  Mulder led his bimbette over
to her table.
     "Fox."  Dana replied, brightly.  She stood and they kissed
chastely.  "I can't believe I see my big brother here."
     "I *told* you about this place, sis."  So Scully had come up
with the sib story too.  He grinned.  "You better be lucky I saw
her in braces and denim jumpers,"  he told the man sitting at the
table.  "You look really good, sis." 
     Scully hit his rump like she was used to doing it.  "I
wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man on earth."  But
she had to admit he looked really good in the Girbaud jeans and
expensive grey rugby shirt.  His hair had been moussed and he wore
a clip on earring.  She knew he'd had both ears pierced at Oxford,
but had never really thought that he had liked it so much that he
would wear a clip-on because he couldn't have his ears pierced in
the Bureau.  His breath smelt of booze.  "Who's driving?"  She
asked.
     Mulder pointed at Kellie, who grinned.  "She's always been a
pain like that." He told Kellie and Steve.  
     Scully frowned, hit his butt again.  Ouch.  Mulder frowned,
hit back.  And grabbed her hand.  She bit his thumb.
     They grinned at each other.  Mulder kissed her forehead. 
"Kellie and I are going to split.  See you around."
     "Let's do lunch."  Scully said.
     "Yeah, right."  Mulder chuckled.  
     
     
     "Did you get any?" 
     Scully yawned, smiled at the voice, pulled her face out of the
pillow.  "Yes.  What about you?"
     "You want details?"
     "No.  Steve thought it was neat that we were sibs and both
worked for the FBI as agents."
     Mulder laughed.  "Oh God.  So he was a pick-up?"
     "Yeah.  What about yours?"
     "Yeah."  There was an awkward pause.  
     "People think we're sleeping together."  Scully said.
     "I know."  Mulder replied softly.
     "Sometimes I think we should.  It would be a lot easier than
going out looking for some the way we do."  Scully rolled over in
bed.  "He was nice, but it's stale.  I know you like it."
     "I don't do well in long term relationships.  That's just the
way I am.  I'm not attracted to very stable women.  You're happier
in real relationships.  It's my fault you can't."
     Oh God, not the patented Mulder-it's-my-fault-for-everything
guilt trip he was going on.  "Don't act like my relationships were
ever very stable, either."  Scully snorted.  "At least now, people
don't ask.  It's not expected of me."
     "I don't understand."
     "I don't get friends and relatives nagging me anymore.  `Dana,
why don't you date my cousin George, he's perfect for you.'  `Dana,
why don't you date any nice young men.'  `Dana, if you want I'll
send you some information on imaging and how it can help you
attract men'."  
     Mulder laughed at the perfect renditions of her mother and
sister.   Then his laughter died.  "Why not?"
     "Because, no matter what I tell them, somehow they think that
we're screwing."  
     "They never act that way around me."
     "Gentlemen don't tell.  The fact that you act like we're *not*
screwing when they think we *are* screwing just notches up their
opinion of you by several levels."
     "So no matter what *I* do. . ."
     "The more you protest, the less they believe you and the more
they think you're prime husband material."
     "Dana, you're a very attractive woman, but. . ."
     "If we ever go to bed together it will be because we're under
alien mind control?  Jee thanks."  Scully teased.  "No.  I'm sorry,
I've seen you with tubes up all bodily orifices  Somehow that just
ruins it for me."
     Mulder snorted.  "You drooled when you were in a coma." He
shot back.  "And they had tape over your eyes."  He sighed.  "I
always used to think I'd die before I was 40.  Just this thing.  I
knew I wouldn't have a long life."
     Scully frowned, wondering where this was coming from.  Where
ever it came from it had effectively scared the shit out of her. 
"What are you talking about?"
     "I mean, since I was like 14, I've always thought my life
would be over before I was 40.  You know. . .I'd die somehow.  Just
a weird premonition.  So I never wanted a relationship.  I never
wanted a family or any of that stuff."
     "Mulder, how can someone know they're going to die before
they're 40?  Mulder, what made you think that?"
     "I don't know."  There was still a laughing edge to his voice.
"I just did.  But I get closer and closer to 40 and I'm still
hanging around.  And I'm unmated.  Unwed."
     Scully relaxed, whatever it was in his psyche that made him
think that he would die before 40, she didn't want to find out
about it on this warm and lazy Saturday afternoon.  
     "And here I am."
     "Oh god, don't depress me."  She rolled back over onto her
stomach. "What are you going to do today?"
     "Kasie?  Kellie?  Yeah, Kellie, wants me to come over, but I
don't really feel like it."  
     What a cliche.  Can't even remember her name.  Scully frowned.
"What, not interested in any more sex?"
     "Kellie's good at it, I have to grant her that.  She's really,
really good at a variety of things."
     "Stop before you get sick, please."
     "Done.  I don't want to."
     "Why not?"
     "I don't feel like it.  Listen, are you and the sailor going
to play tongue tag anymore?"
     "He's already gone.  Nice interlude, maybe I'll call him
sometime."
     "Yeah.  Sounds about right.  I was thinking about hibernating
and catching up on paperwork, but I got my trust fund check in."
     "Great Aunt Miranda's planning comes through again."
     "Yeah, well after I paid off VISA for our trip to Norway, I've
still got a wad left."
     "If I go shopping with you, you will not flirt with every
salesgirl in the store.  Limit it to the one who sells you stuff,
please.  You will buy me a bottle of my favorite perfume, and I
will be taken out to eat at my favorite restaurant."
     "Done.  Pick you up in an hour?"
     "Perfect.  Bro."  Scully hung up the phone, laughing softly,
shook her head, went to take a bath.