From mbmc@icdc.com Tue Apr 15 17:56:31 1997 Subject: "Seeing A Side of You" (1/1) by Michelle Morrison From: Michelle Morrison -------- Disclaimer : Mulder and Scully don’t belong to me, they belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. Summary : Speculation on the “Small Potatoes” preview. The last four or five seconds of it, to be exact. Mulder/Scully romance, sort of. Spoilers : Only for “Small Potatoes” Note : Please remember, this is only speculation. It’s based on the preview, in which it shows Mulder and Scully about to kiss. This is what I would love to see on the show. Rating : PG-13 and now, on with the show... Seeing A Side of You by Michelle Morrison “I’m seeing a while new side of you I’ve never seen before.” Dana Scully uttered these words to her partner, Fox Mulder. That was a few moments before he was kissing her, she was responding, and they were both bare-chested on her couch. But he hadn’t been Fox Mulder, not the real one. He had been the suspect they were chasing, their X-File of the moment. Now she was wrapped in an afghan, courtesy of the real Mulder, who was standing close by offering moral support as she talked to the police. “Ma’am, you’ll have to come down to the station with me,” the policeman said gently. “Could I bring her down in the morning?” Mulder asked, catching the man’s elbow as he went walk away. “Sure thing, Agent Mulder.” The officer tipped his hat at Scully and walked away. Twenty minutes later, when they were alone in her apartment, Mulder led Scully to the couch and sat down. “Can you tell me what happened, Scully? Minute by minute?” Scully turned slightly to face him. She was still shirtless under the afghan. “I think so. Well, he came to the door and wanted to hang out,” she began. “I...I thought he was you, Mulder. He looked exactly like you and he talked like you, he even walked like you! So I let you - him - in. He brought wine, so we drank. I only had a glass - that one.” She pointed to the near empty wine glass that sat on the table. Mulder picked it up and sniffed. “Mmmm...Chardonnay. I have great taste.” Scully smiled, then continued, “It was a while new you...now I know why. We were sitting, talking...” Scully sat at the end of the couch, knees drawn up, facing Mulder. He was facing her, they were talking, and she was having the best time she could ever remember having with her partner. Scully fell silent. “What?” Mulder asked. “Nothing. I’m seeing a whole new side of you I never saw before,” Scully admitted, smiling a bit into her wine glass. He smiled back at her, reaching out to tilt her head up. When she looked up, he was closer to her. “I’m having a great time,” he murmured, bringing his lips down to meet hers. Scully put her wineglass on the table blindly. Together they sank to the couch, kissing passionately. Mulder broke the kiss first and trailed kisses down her neck. Scully’s hands were busy untucking his gray tee shirt from his jeans and lifting it over his head as he worked on pulling her shirt away. The shock of skin on skin was electric, his hands were magic. Breaking away from a kiss to kiss his neck, Scully’s gaze fell upon his shoulder. Beautiful, unmarked. “Who are you?” she asked, pulling away. Mulder froze. “What do you mean?” he asked, trying again to kiss her. She evaded his lips and squirmed out from under him, as a knock sounded at her front door. “Who’s there?” she called, not taking her eyes off of Mulder. “It’s me, Scully, let me in.” It was Mulder. “You’re not Mulder,” she whispered in horror. “Of course I’m Mulder, honey.” He stepped off the couch after her. Scully grabbed her shirt from the floor and pressed it to her chest. “No! You’re not Mulder! I shot Mulder in the shoulder! Your shoulder is unmarked!” “Scully? Who are you yelling at?” The Mulder at the door pounded, then fumbled for his keys as the Mulder inside lunged at Scully, knocking her to the floor. He ripped her shirt away and wrapped his hands around her neck. “What’s going on?” Mulder barreled through the door, pulling his gun automatically. “Scully!” The Mulder look-alike turned, still straddling Scully’s hips. He held a gun, Scully’s gun. “Drop the gun!” the real Mulder bellowed. “Drop it!” Knowing the game was up, his look-alike reluctantly lowered the gun. Scully grabbed it and kept it trained on him as Mulder instructed him to move to the couch and lie face down. He did so and as Scully kept her gun on him, Mulder reached for the afghan on the chair and wrapped it around Scully’s bare shoulders... “Then you called the cops, and you know the rest,” Scully finished. Mulder nodded. “I need to thank you. If you - the real you, that is - hadn’t gotten here when you did, I don’t know what might have happened.” Mulder nodded again. “Glad to be of service, Agent Scully. Just one question, though.” He waited for Scully’s nod before asking, “Did you...I mean...do you...” He sighed, running a hand over his hair. “Did you think it was me?” “Of course I did, Mulder. He looked like you, talked, walked, acted...okay, that part was a little off, but yes, Mulder, I thought it was you.” A slow grin spread over Mulder’s face as he realized what she had just said. “My look-alike was one lucky dog,” he said. Scully smiled. “One lucky Fox, you mean.” She reached for his hand and held it tightly, their laughter floating into the night. The End Okay, was it stupid and corny? I know the ending sucks, but oh well. Truth be told, I wrote this story in approximately 50 minutes, when my parents wouldn’t let me use the computer. They told me to read. I daydreamed instead. mbmc@icdc.com