OK, philes...heres my own response to the "sexual tension" thingee I posted
a while back.  Its a takeoff from the scene described.  Please...its my
first time...be gentle :)
P.S.  Sorry about the occasional screw-ups in the line wrapping...
we've been trying and trying to make this thing readable...and believe me..
it's alot better off then when we started, but there are still little
glitches here and there.  Just read the damn thing.
 
Parodized scene by Matt Kieffer
   aka Mulder
   aka deepthrt@sfnexus.com
 
 
 
 
Episode 2.10 "Red Museum"
 
-Scene:  Mulder and Scully are investigating the possible illegal
physical experimentation upon several children in a small town, by who they
are not entirely sure yet.  There is tension in the town between a pacifist
cult called "The Red Church"  and the "normal" townspeople.  The Red Church
is against the entire concept of keeping, breeding and killing livestock,
and are strictly vegetarian.  Mulder and Scully were just eating dinner,
and, having seen a problem developing outside, Mulder has rushed out to see
what is happening.   He finds a bunch of teenagers are harassing a young
member of The Red Church.  He has just stopped the confrontation, telling
the teenagers and the cultist to break it up and just go home.  The cultist,
elated, departs, yet the teenagers stay to confront Mulder, just as Scully
is now exiting the restaurant, and says:
"Mulder?", as she approached the steadily unfolding scene of anger
hung thick between Fox and the pack of miscreants he had just stopped.  Not
fully sure of the severity of the situation yet, she approached slowly and
casually, so casually in fact that her jacket chanced to sway enough so that
anyone watching could easily see the handgun concealed there.  Agent Scully
stifled a grin as she saw the girl's eyes go wide.
"Hey", the girl said, eyes locked.  "Hey...you guys...she's got a
gun, you guys...I saw.."
Her boyfriend did not answer her, keeping his gaze even with
Mulder's.  His smirk, however, went slack, his entire demeanor changing to
fit the sudden threat.
"O.K., mister...why don't you run back home with your little wife,
before something bad happens..."
Mulder resisted his urge to pour into the pack, most of which he
could see were just begging for a chance:  either to fight, or to run to
safety in the confusion.  He checked himself aided by the fact that
something the boy had said had disturbed him.  The adrenaline in his chest
quickly dispersed to his hands and jaw muscles, as he spoke and gestured,
"Wait.  Wait...what?  What did you say?  Wife?  My wife?  Heh..."  a
look of mild amusement came to his eyes as he addressed the boy again.
"No...hold on.  I mean...didn't you hear the first thing she said when she
came out here?  She called me 'Mulder'.  Now...heh...you know...you gotta
know that's not a first name?  Right?  I mean...'Mulder' is obviously my
last name."
Scully's eyes continued to dart back and forth between the pack and
her partner.  Originally she had just been watching the teenagers, looking
for signs: of weakness or impending violence.  Now she became increasingly
concerned with Mulder's speech...he had never been one to play an encounter
out by the book, but now, he was clearly not adhering to any of the rules of
a simple confrontation as this.  He was babbling.
"I mean...you know that, right?", his facing changing between the
group and Scully, but his gaze glazing over, seeing neither of them.  "My
wife...my wife would not call me by my last name.  OK?  She's not my wife,
or my sister, or my cousin or anybody related to me...you know?  They'd all
call me by my first name.  She's not my girlfriend or my mistress or my .."
"Mulder!", Scully intoned firmly.
"Sorry!  Sorry...aheh...I mean...yeah, y'know, she's not that close
to me is what I'm saying...she's my partner, that's all.  I mean, my partner
as in, on the job, y'know...not like, anything else...uhhh...you know,
course we're friends, of course,", he continued his babbling, pausing
briefly to shoot Scully a pleading look as he said the words.  "....right,
uh...friends, yeah...y'know...but that doesn't mean she has to call me by my
first name...aheh...uh..."
Scully caught his eye and fixed him with a look of confused
irritation.  "What the heck are you doing?", he read in her face.  The look
almost stopped him.
"...Would be nice if she did, sure, but..."
"O.K., look!", Scully cut in.  "We're not trying to cause any
trouble here.  Agent Mulder was trying to do just the opposite when he broke
up your fight in the first place."  Before any questions could be asked, she
continued.  "We're FBI."  ,she stated flatly, removing and displaying her ID
with practiced ease, looking to Mulder to see his progress.
His gaze had been fixed on Scully, then glazed over as she took
control of the situation, his thoughts turned inwardly.  His eyes had then
floated aimlessly off, not fixing on anything...an expression quite
discouraging to his partner.

"Mulder!", she growled, elbowing him in the side.
"Wha?  Oh!  Oh...sorry!  Yeah, um...FBI....lesse...ID...yeah, where
is that....uhhhh......", he padded his jacket down, searching.  Scully
wanted to cry.
"Just get it out!", she yelled.
"What?"
Mulder's eyes went positively wide as saucers.
"Get...it...out!", she enunciated each word carefully.
"My...my..."
"Your ID!...Mulder?!"  She searched his eyes for comprehension.
They were decidingly bereft.
"Myy...ID?"  His lips struggled to form words.  "My....oh...my ID,
yeah.  Yeah, I uh, got it...right here.", he sputtered, displaying it upside
down for all to see.
Scully reflexedly slapped her forehead and drew her hand down the
side of her face in disgust.  Suddenly Mulder wheeled on her, his voice
strained in a harsh whisper, "Hey...why is that anyway?  My name is Fox, you
know...I mean...friendships start with first names, you know...I...I..."  He
trailed off into another trance.
It was clear to Dana Scully at this point that several problems were
developing, but priority ruled that she diffuse the present situation with
the gang standing before her, the control they held over which was steadily
deteriorating due to Mulder's bumbling, before she dealt with the root of
the problem, being Mulder himself.
Stepping between Mulder and the gang to remove her partner from the
standoff, she addressed them with a firm finality, "This is ended.  Now.  Go
home...go home before there really is trouble...trouble you're not prepared
to handle."
She kept her gaze steady, praying she could keep them distracted
from Mulder's weakening.  For the most part, she was successful, the group
muttering curses as they dispersed.  As the one boy who had spoken to Mulder
earlier put his truck into gear and started to pull away though, he quipped
back, "It's not what we gotta handle, sweets...it's what he wants to
handle!", pointing to Mulder and laughing, as his wheels ripped into asphalt
and the truck screeched into the night.
Scully watched the taillights disappear down the road, then turning
back to Mulder.  He was staring at his shoes, and as he felt her attention
on him, slowly faced her...now clearly in control of himself and realizing
what he had just done, but still shaken looking.  He stared at her eyes,
seeing that she was searching his as well.  An apology brimmed on his lips,
and they moved soundlessly for a moment, until he managed, "I think you'd
better drive."
"Yes.", she said, still staring into him.  "Yes, I think I should."
They walked to the car silently.
They had been driving the deserted stretch of highway for several
minutes without a word.  Scully had been watching the yellow lines
stretching out from nowhere, coming at her in the darkness for a time now,
and she shifted her eyes for a quick glance at her partner.  He sat back in
his seat next to her, head turned to the window...staring at nothing.  She
saw his face reflected in that window, eyes cast down at the blank road
whipping by.  She turned her eyes back to the road ahead of her before she
spoke, in what she hoped was a calming tone, "Mulder...Mulder, I'm not going
to go into what happened to you tonight with those teenagers...because I
don't really think I fully understand exactly what did happen.  Maybe some
day you'll tell me."  Mulder remained silent and continued to face away from
Scully.
She continued, "But I will say this...I didn't know...I didn't know
it bothered you so much...my calling you by your last name."  Mulder began a
slow turn towards Scully.  "I guess...", she said, a hint of laughter in her
voice "that , well, for one thing, in a business relationship...especially
something of governmental persuasion, that last names were just protocol
and...I guess, that's just the way I came to know you....'Agent
Mulder'...it's nothing personal...just that...'Mulder' is the first name
that I think of...when I think of you."
Fox now completely faced his partner...and had she been looking to
him, and not at the road, she would have seen how enraptured he was in her
words.
"But Mulder...if you want," and now a smile crept across her face
that warmed his heart, "I think I would like to call you Fox."  She turned
to face him as she said this, and was almost shocked at the intensity of his
gaze...save for the fact that she was feeling warmly enough towards the man
she had worked with for over a year now, that she found it natural, under
the circumstances.  She smiled again, returning his, her soft eyes roaming
Fox's face, and a slight hotness coming to her cheeks, wondering if it were
noticeable or not.
 
       
FINIS...?
 
You can let your horny lil imaginations run from there, or you can
continue writing what Ive started.  Tell me what you thought of my version,
though :)
 
 
By Mulder
 
I-net: deepthrt@sfnexus.com

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