Scully's Surprise Steven M. Wagner swagner@ntwrks.com Relationship Warning: MSR (Kinda) 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. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dedicated to Michelle Hiley (fbi_basement@hiley.demon.co.uk). This grew out of some brainstorming between Lee Ann, my wife(who disclaims any knowledge of this story, and myself, late one night. SMW ---------------------------------------------------------------- "Good Morning, Mulder," was heard as Dana Scully, FBI Special Agent entered the basement office she shared with her partner, Fox Mulder, FBI Special Agent. "Good Morning, yourself," he said smiling as he leaned back looking at her set two cups and a bag on his desk. "Oh, thanks," as she handed him a cup and a waxed paper wrapped pastry from the bag. "Ah, Double Espresso El Grande and a Apple Turnover from Wolfie's. Thanks, Scully." "You're welcome," she smiled back. As they enjoyed the morning treat, Mulder noticed his partner seem to be preoccupied. "Worried about your trip to Ireland?" "Yes, . . . and no," Scully said hesitantly. "I'm not going to Ireland." Mulder wrinkled his brow for a second. She had put in for a month of vacation time and was to leave the next day. As she hadn't even had a sniffle for the past 4 years, being sick /injured /in quarantine on 'company time' didn't use up your vacation time, she had it coming. Nobody had a problem with it, so first Mulder, then Skinner had signed the request forms happily. "Change of plans?" "I was never going to Ireland." Again a wrinkled brow. But then, it was her time, she was an adult, and while he cared for her very much, what she did on her vacation was her business not his. "So where are you going?" She gave him a quick smile. "Denmark." He gave a look out of the regulation postage stamp window that the office had. He never saw much out of it except for a few clouds most of the time, and today with a mid-winter snow storm, all he saw was the swirling snowflakes. "Isn't it going to be a bit chilly in Copenhagen, this time of year?" "Yes, but I've got to get something taken care of." She saw his immediate look of concern. "I need to share something with you before I go. I am not a woman." Mulder's look would have been more subdued if she had told him that she was bedding Cancer-Man or was from the planet Zenon. "Scully, you've got to be kidding me." He had seen her with few enough clothes to be certain that she was very much a woman. "No. I am a transsexual. I have a woman's soul in a man's body. I hope you can understand." He understood clinically what a transsexual was, he had studied enough abnormal psychology at Oxford for that. But not his partner. Not the person that had been torturing his dreams for the past three years. "I know what a transsexual is, but . . ." "No buts, my friend. I am very good at make up. I used to make a bit of money back in college as a member of a transvestite review." Mulder was floored. His partner a transsexual? No way, no how. This has got to be some sort of joke. Or he's been yearning after something that makes him a homosexual. "What about your breasts?" he finally stammered out. "Push up bras. I have been working on making the physical body match my inner feelings for years, Mulder. This trip to Denmark is the final bit of reconstructive surgery to make me physically a woman. I hope you can understand." This HAD to be a joke. He shook his head smiling. "You had me going there for a minute, Scully. But I don't think so." She was not upset at his disbelief. She had locked the office door before setting down the coffees. So she made quick work of unbuttoning the front of her dress and striking a pose. Mulder's mouth dropped open. Scully was *most* definitely male. "Please don't think too ill of me," she whispered in his ear as she leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. -*-*-*-*- Mulder's body jerked upright as he suddenly woke up. His eyes scanned the living room, quickly establishing that everything was in its rightful place. His gun on the coffee table, an old show, "Twin Peaks" he thought, on the television. That was the last time he ate anything from the machines in the cafeteria. It had to be that ham salad sandwich that had given him such a frightful nightmare. Glancing over at a clock, he figured that his partner should be up. He dialed her phone. "Scully," her voice came down the wire. "Mulder." Better to handle it head on. "You are a woman aren't you?" "What brought this up?" Mulder recounted a synopsis of the dream. The line went silent for a second or two. Then a throaty laugh, and, "Why don't you come over sometime and find out, big boy," a warm, sensuous, voice told him before the line went dead. -The End- __________________________________________________________________________