From trevizo@utep.edu Sun Sep 29 03:09:19 1996 Return-Path: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Received: from chaos.taylored.com (chaos.taylored.com [206.53.224.58]) by sh1.ro.com (8.7.6/8.6.9) with SMTP id JAA29130 for ; Sun, 29 Sep 1996 09:56:49 -0500 Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 29 Sep 1996 08:09:20 -0000 Delivered-To: x-files-fanfic-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 29 Sep 1996 08:09:18 -0000 Delivered-To: xff-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by uid 1003); 29 Sep 1996 08:08:56 -0000 Received: (qmail-queue invoked from smtpd); 29 Sep 1996 08:08:21 -0000 Received: from mail.utep.edu (trevizo@129.108.1.4) by chaos.taylored.com with SMTP; 29 Sep 1996 08:08:21 -0000 Received: by mail.utep.edu (1.37.109.16/16.2) id AA024334559; Sun, 29 Sep 1996 02:09:19 -0600 Date: Sun, 29 Sep 1996 02:09:19 -0600 (MDT) From: Gil Trevizo To: x-files-fanfic Subject: Scully Mould (1/1) by Steven M. Wagner Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Precedence: bulk X-UIDL: eada20b1a2290e98e5a93ea362305bfe I did not write this. Please send all comments to the author at (swagner@ntwrks.com) __________ / __ __ \ ( (__) (__) ) --------[[[---------]]]------------------------------------------------- Scully Mould by Steven M. Wagner swagner@nando.net No Spoilers Rated PG Tongue-in-Cheek Mulder-Scully Relationship Story (MSR) DISCLAIMER: This is a fiction story based on the characters created by Chris Carter. No infringement of copyrights held by 10/13 Productions, Twentieth Century Productions, or Fox Broadcasting is intended. All unrecognized characters and plot- lines belong to me. Names, characters, and places exist solely within my imagination, or are used fictitiously. No connection to any person, living or dead, is intended, and any resemblance is entirely coincidental. Feel free to distribute, but please keep me as the author. SUMMARY: Mulder comes home to find his wife Scully in a fix. X-Files Office Washington DC 32 May, 1997 -------------- A quick check of his wrist watch brought FBI Special Agent Fox Mulder back to the real world. "Oh Shit, I'm Late," he exclaimed to himself as he noted the late hour. "Dana's going to kill me," he called out to nobody in particular, as he grabbed his coat and hit the tile, rushing to the parking garage and his coupe. It was the Friday before their first wedding anniversary and Dana had told him that morning that she was going to have a surprise waiting for him when he got home from the office. It was going to be a little thing, just for the two of them. And he was late. And she had warn him not to be late that night of all nights. His mind wandered as he drove through the night, thinking of how their life had changed since that fateful night they had pledged their troth. He stopped having nightmares, he slept better, even the little bit of acne that had persisted since puberty had cleared up. The comfort of the petite redhead's arms had turned his life around. And he was happy for it. Turning into the driveway of their townhouse, he quickly scanned the area. Maybe he wasn't quite so paranoid as he used to be, but caution was still up there on his list of things to remember, like weird ties and clean underwear. Nothing amiss on the street, and the front door was still locked. He unlocked it and went in. He quickly searched the first floor. Nothing, nothing at all was found. But then a quiet little noise from the second floor steeled him into action. He quietly made his way up the stairs. Nothing in the back bedroom, nothing in hall bath. But then a plaintive plea for help wafted out of the master bedroom, "Fox, help me." He pulled and cocked his service automatic before rushing in. And found her, lying on her back in the bathtub, covered up to her neck in some sort of peach goo. He quickly checked out the bathroom ignoring Dana's question of what he is doing. he realized and holstered his weapon. "What's wrong, honey," he asked kneeling down. "And what is this stuff," poking the clear peach material that imprisoned his wife. "Jello," was her one word reply. His raised eyebrows prompted her for more information. "I wanted to do something special for our first anniversary. I saw a picture in one of your old magizines about making love in a tub full of Jello. Don't give me that look, I know you didn't get rid of all of them. So I made a very large batch of Peach Passion Jello and filled the tub. I laid down in it to see how it felt and fell asleep in the warm liquid. I must have awoken as you came up the stairs. Please be a dear and help me out." Sitting down on the closed lid of the commode, Mulder pondered the situation. There was his lovely wife, trapped in a cocoon of peach Jello, the surface undulating as she breathed. He almost could see the swell of her breast, the curve of her hips. He loved the view. "Come on, Fox, please get me out of here," Dana cried. "Can't you just climb out?" "I asked one of the cooks at the FBI cafeteria about making a large quantity of Jello. She gave me a few pointers. You know that I don't know anything about cooking. Please help me out, Fox." "So you used their recipe for rubber Jello," thinking of that rubbery desert that he had seen so many times. "Are you in any distress, Dana," Mulder continued. Dana Scully stopped and thought for a moment. "No, not really." "Good." Spotting a closed picnic cooler in a corner, he reached over and opened it up. he thought. Turning back to Dana, a smile curled his lips. "Thank you for making my favorite. Strawberry whipped cream," he said opening the container and taking a bit on his finger. "I'll have some fun here." --- The End ---  --=====================_843937857==_ Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ------ Steve Wagner Cary, NC, USA swagner@ntwrks.com --=====================_843937857==_--