From: "The X Pig" Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 4:44:11 -0600 Subject: xfc: NEW: Relax (Sequel to 3 am) 1 of 1 By The X-Pig, PG, MSR, MT Source: xfc From: "The X Pig" Title: Relax (Sequel to 3 am.) Author: The X-Pig Disclaimer: I wish, oh I wish, that they belonged to me, but they don't. They belong to 1013 and FOX. Please don't waste your time suing me, I'm broke. Summary: You can't play with your partner and not get caught. Category: PWP, Pure fluff, MSR Rating: PG (a few questionable words) Spoilers: Not a single little one Keywords: MSR, Fluff, PWP Distribution: Take it. Have fun with it. Just don't hurt it. Author's Notes: Not part of my WIP. Rest of notes at the end. Dedication: Again, to Jim and Mallory. I know you weren't expecting this, neither was I. Feedback: Yes, I want to know. I'm starting to become addicted to it. TheXPig@xfilesfan.com -------------------------------------------------------------------- She sat right down on the sofa I said, "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you. Cause last night I had something so good These days get so long and I got nothing to do" ------ "Hangingaround" by The Counting Crows ------------- The phone would not stop ringing. Mulder rolled over and reached for it, not completely awake. "Mulder." "Agent Mulder, what...I thought this was Agent Scully's number." "Yes, Sir. It is, Sir. Let me get her." Ohmygod, what have I done, Mulder thought as he remembered where he was, and why. As he stood, he surveyed the damage. The living room was a disaster area, a result of this morning's activities. He began walking toward the bedroom, hoping to find Scully. As he entered the room, he saw her. She wasn't under the blankets and appeared to be cold. He approached the bed quietly, not wanting to get shot again. "Hey, Scully, wake up. Skinner's on the phone for you. And he sounds pissed." "What time is it, Mulder?" "It's, umm, hold on..." He checked his watch, then quickly glanced at the clock on Scully's nightstand to double-check the time. "Shit Scully, we are in trouble. It's eleven. Didn't we have a meeting?" Scully leapt out of bed, a look of panic on her face. She began rushing around, trying to get herself together as fast as she could. Mulder just stood by the bedside and waited to be noticed. When her eyes settled on him, he grinned. "Hey, Skinner's still on the phone for you." She hurried past Mulder into the living room and grabbed the phone. "Morning, Sir. I know we are late. We're on our way." "Don't bother, Agent Scully. The meeting is over. You didn't miss much but your absence does not reflect well upon me." "I understand Sir. And again, I'm sorry. We will be there shortly." "Maybe you didn't hear me, Agent Scully. I said not to bother. Take the rest of the day off. You obviously need some time to recoup from your last case." "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." "And Agent Scully?" "Sir?" "Give Agent Mulder my regards." "Yes Sir. Good day." She hung up the phone, a look of confusion on her face. Skinner wanted her to give Mulder his regards, what does that mean. Then it dawned on her. Ohmygod, Mulder answered the phone. Skinner knows that Mulder slept here last night. She was heading back towards the bedroom to confront Mulder when she heard the shower start. To hell with it, she thought, I've seen him naked before. She knocked once on the door, knowing that he would not hear her. She then entered the bathroom, bringing a gust of cold air with her. She heard him exclaim loudly before sticking his head out to locate the source of the cold. Upon seeing her leaning on the edge of the sink, he ducked back into the shower and continued washing his hair. "So, Scully, how much trouble are we in?" "Oh not much, yet. I think once the facts that we were absent from the meeting and that you obviously woke from a dead sleep to answer my phone sink in we will be in a great deal more trouble." "So, we missed the meeting. Oh well. Guess we'll just have to hide from Skinner today, let him cool down." "Actually, he gave us the day off. He seems to think that we need some rest after our last case. He also wanted me to give you his regards, whatever that's supposed to mean." "Thanks. Hey, could you hand me a towel?" She grabbed a towel off the rack and held it out to him, purposefully dangling it out of his reach. As he leaned further out of the shower to get it, she continued to move the towel farther away. "Scully, what are you doing?" "Nothing." "That's not nothing. Don't make me get out of this shower and chase you down." "You haven't got a prayer of catching me." "Oh, yeah?" As he started to get out of the shower, she bolted for the door, her hand reaching for the knob. He reached her just as she was pulling the door past her body. The sound he made as the door struck him in the head was only rivaled by the sound of him hitting the floor. Scully stopped cold and tuned around to see if he was all tight. As she knelt down to check him for injuries, he reached up and pulled the towel out of her hands. A cock-eyed grin began to spread across his face as her eyebrow raised. "Ha. Told ya I'd catch ya." "You cheated. And you scared me, damn it. It's not funny." No sooner were the words out of her mouth than they both dissolved into a fit of laughter. Scully sank to her knees as she tried to catch her breath. Once she could breathe again, she looked up at Mulder, sprawled across the bathroom floor wearing only a little pink towel and began laughing again. He looked down at himself and shrugged, then looked at a very red Scully and began to laugh, also. "I don't know what's funnier, Scully, me on the floor or you turning beet red." Scully was still laughing too hard to respond verbally, but she did manage to grab the towel that was covering him. She looked up at his face and saw that it was now beginning to flush as well. This renewed her laughter once again and she couldn't hang onto the towel. Mulder grabbed it back and immediately stood, getting out of Scully's range. He stepped around her and left the bathroom, followed by her peals of laughter. He got the spare pair of sweats out of the overnight bag that Scully kept in her closet for him and put them on. He then returned to the bathroom to find Scully sitting on the floor trying to catch her breath. "Better now?" "Yeah, thanks. So, Mulder, what do you want to do today?" "I don't know. You?" "Thought I'd finish up that report, maybe watch a movie." "That it?" "Why? I thought you didn't know what you wanted to do." "Oh, I don't know. Maybe we could finish what we started this morning, before I passed out." "Hmmm... Let me think about this." Several minutes passed with Scully once again leaning against the sink and Mulder standing in the doorway toweling his hair dry. "Well?" "Sure, Mulder. That actually sounds like a good idea. Shall we?" ------------- The End? (of course not) Author's Notes: Any guesses about what's going on? And how much trouble do you think they'll be in? Let me know. "I've stood here before Inside the pouring rain. With the world turning circles Running 'round my brain." The X-Pig AIM: thexpig