From: G1w2e3n4@aol.com Date: Tue, 2 Nov 1999 17:10:54 EST Subject: A Shipper's Wish is Granted!! Source: direct Author: Gwennie (G1w2e3n4@aol.com) Rating: PG Category: H, R, T Archive: Anywhere, just tell me and keep my e-mail attached. Summary: X-Phile buddies Angel and Gwen must help get Mulder and Scully back to their universe. Acknowledgements: Thank you to Angel, and thanks also to the Dou- mars lady and Nate, even if they never see this. Feedback: To G1w2e3n4@aol.com I'm begging you!!! Please!!! Flames will be rearranged to form Scully's letter to Krycek in my next story. Send either feedback or candy. I'm too old to t rick or treat but I love Halloween!!! :( x-x-x One day, Gwen was just sitting around doing meaningless home- work when the phone rang. 'Hi Gwen!! It's Angel!" said her friend. 'Hey wuzzup?" 'Are you coming to Applebee's tonight? There's something I need to show you." 'Okay, I'll be there. Can't you tell me what is is?" 'No she can't! This may not be a secure line!" said a man's voice on the line. 'Whoa Angel! Was that Nate? What a hunky voice!" Gwen said, grinning at the thought of the Brendan Fraser-looking bar- tender. 'What are you up to?" 'Just come quick!" said an adult female voice. 'Angelique says we need your expertise." 'Angel, what's up with this?" 'Hurry up!!" the three voices said, so what could Gwen do but grab her coat bee's. She pulled into the parking lot and was surprised to find An- gel waiting for her around the back. 'Come in the service door. This is a huge secret." Angel whispered. 'Who were those people on the phone?" Gwen asked as they snuck into the back. 'Look," Angel said Gwen almost screamed, (actually she *did* scream, but it wasn't really a scream because she was just getting over a cold. It sounded like a mixture between Mariah Carey and a dying moose.) Anyway, she was greeted by A tall, lanky man and a petite redhead- ed woman. 'OH MY *GOD* IT'S GILLIAN ANDERSON AND DAVID DU- CHOVNY!!!!!! HOW DID YOU GET THEM!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!" The man and woman just looked baffled as Angel tried her friend calm down. 'It's not them. Let them introduce themselves. Count to ten, man." As Gwen tried desperately to start breathing again, the man stepped forward and said, "Special Agent Fox Mulder, FBI. This is my partner, Agent Dana Scully." Both FBI agents held out their badges for her inspection. 'See Gwen," Angel offered, 'They're not David and Gillian. They came through a vortex in the middle of the women's restroom. I saw them and had to hide them, or else what would everyone think?" 'Gwen Kirk," Gwen said solemnly, offering her hand. The agents shook it and she exclaimed, 'Oh my lord, I got to touch them!!! Thank you God!!!!" The agents looked puzzled so she said, 'Here, on the other side of the women's toilet, you are portrayed by two famous actors on TV. W 'Um, what was my sister's name?" asked Mulder. 'Too easy," said Angel. 'Samantha." 'What is our bosses' name?" said Scully. 'Well," explained Gwen, 'it used to be Skinner, but in the sixth season, I mean last year, it became Kirsch." "Are all the fans as nice as you two?" "I can't really say. There are different types of fans. One kind is noromos, who want no romance between you. The second kind is UST'ers, who dig the unresolved sexual tension between you." At this, Mulder and Scully exchanged a look." However, like many X- Philes, we are shippers, who, um, want you two to get together." Gwen said, blushing. 'Will you excuse us for a moment, please?" Scully asked. The girls said sure, so Scully dragged Mulder into the corn- er. 'It looks like they're telling the truth, Mul amazing?" she said. 'Yes it does. What I can't understand, is whether the gov- ernment-" 'Cut the government crap Mulder." 'But Sculleeeee, you know the government's behind every- thing. The orange dye in Cheetos is used as a tracking device, and that's why it sticks to your fingers. The only food or drink that they haven't altered is sunflower seeds. They put tracking devices in everything! They probably know where we are right now. I bet they did this!" "Mulder, shut up!" As the two agents argued, Angel and Gwen had their own little conference. 'So that's the real Mulder and Scully, and what's the problem again?" Gwen asked. 'Well, we found them, so I think we should get them back." Angel replied, 'I mean, we can't leave them like this, can we? What would they do?" 'I suppose you're right," Gwen agreed with a sigh, 'but first we're going to have some fun. Let's take a little test drive in Chris Car 'Cool!" By this point, Mulder and Scully had ended their conference. 'Well," said Gwen, 'My parents are at a conference in Van- couver, my older brother is at home about 5 minutes a day, and my little brother is staying with my grandparents. I think Mulder and Scully should stay with me. Is that ok you two?" 'That's fine with us," Scully said, 'as long as it's not too much trouble for you." 'No, it's fine. I have some things I want to ask you too." Angel said, 'Hey wait a sec. What do I get? After all, I found them." 'Why don't you stay over at my house too?" Gwen suggested. 'Ok, cool, man." Angel agreed, and they all piled in the car and drove to Gwen's house. x-x-x 'OK Mulder," Gwen said as they walked through the back door, 'You and Scully can share my room, top of the stairs to the left, because it has two can sleep on the air mattress. Is that ok with everyone?" 'Sure that's fine," Mulder and Scully agreed. 'I thought we wanted to have a little fun with them," Angel whispered to Gwen as Mulder and Scully headed up the stairs. "Of course we'll have fun with them. You take them out for McDonald's or something, & I'll say I already ate. Hold on. I can hear them. All right! This makes it easier! Mulder insited Scully take the large bed!!!!!" 'How does that make it easier?" Angel said with a quizzical look on her face. 'Mulder weighs more than Scully." 'I still don't get it." 'Have patience, my young X-Phile in training. All will be revealed in due time. Just take them out and feed them. Here's $20." 'I'll take them to Doumar's, but do you have some clothes they can wear? They look like door-to-door salesmen!" 'No problem. I'll The two girls rushed up to Gwen's cheery blue bedroom, where Mulder and Scully were standing at the bed. 'Mulder, Scully. Angel wants to take you two out for a bite to eat, but you can't be comfortable in those clothes. Here, let me find you something. Angel, you find something in my closet, I'll help Mulder." Gwen said with a hidden smile. 'C'mon Mulder." When Mulder was attired in some pretty tight jeans (Gwen had started with the smallest pair she could find and had him try each one on in the bathroom until the fourth fit nicely. She then gave him a nice t-shirt that showed off his muscles, and sent him in to find Scully. Angel had similarly attired her in some cute jeans and a J. Crew sweater. The two agents looked at each other with equal amounts of surprise, before turning to Angel. 'Where are you taking us?" Scully asked. 'Oh, it's this great drive in called Doumar's. You'll love the atmosphere. Very romantic, get out of your car. Waitresses come out to the car and every- thing. Hey Gwen, can we take your truck? 'OK, that's fine. You can all sit in the front seat togeth- er." 'OK, bye Gwen." 'Bye Angel, Scully, Mulder." Gwen replied before she walked into the house to find a screwdriver and accomplish her dirty deed. x-x-x On the drive to Doumar's, no one could think what to say. Mulder and Scully started to talk at the same time. 'You go ahead Mulder." 'No, you Scully. I insist." *Wow* Angel thought. *They're even shippier in real life. They would be such a cute couple. No, they *will* be such a cute couple. 'Well, I was just thinking, what else do these girls know about us? I mean they can see us on TV." 'Yeah, and we better get you back by next week. The seventh- season is gonna start, and you two are the stars." 'So what do you 'What do you think we know?" 'Well, you know most of the stuff about us." 'That's correct, but you really have to ask Gwen. She's been a fan since the third season. Here we are." Angel explained as a she turned off the car and a waitress approached. She looked about 50 or 60, because Doumar's still had many of its original roller skating waitresses, minus the roller skates. 'Here's your number, and here's three menus. Turn your lights on when you're ready," she snapped. 'Thank you," said Angel as the waitress stalked off. Mulder decided on some ribs, Scully chose the barbecue, and Angel thought she'd have the fried chicken basket. After the waitress curtly took their order, Mulder and Scully started a conversation. 'So Angel, how do you think we can get back?" Scully asked. 'Yeah," Mulder added. 'Can you just flush us back?" 'I have no idea," Angel said after conside ment. "The suggestion box is open." Then their orders came. They made small talk as they ate, until Mulder mentioned that Scully had a little spot of barbecue on her face. "There," she said, wiping the corner of her mouth, "Is it gone?" The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Mulder gently reached over and wiped the sauce off. Then he licked his finger. Angel noticed, although she was pretending to eat, that both of their faces seemed flushed. She smiled to happily to herself and continued watching their faces while she ate. They seemed to be getting closer, but all of a sudden Scully broke the silence. "Ah, so M-Mulder, um, what do you think of this place?" "Oh, it's um, nice. Friendly service," he said, pulling back. Angel grinned wickedly deep inside. x-x-x 'Oh wow," Mulder thought that night as he sat in a chair lis- tening to Scully dreams come true. Well. I guess I'd better get to bed. She's getting out, and I don't want her to see me in just my boxers and this T-shirt. Hey wait a sec. I wouldn't mind that at all. Maybe I'll just pretend to be looking out the window until she comes in." Meanwhile, Scully was thinking the same thing. 'This tank is cute but maybe it would be too flirty around my partner. . . hold on. We flirt all the time. There's nothing wrong with just flirting- I hope." She walked into the bedroom, only to find Mulder sitting in a chair, staring out the window. He was wearing his black silk boxers and a t- shirt. The sight took her breath away. She had to silently grab onto the bedstead until she could be she stopped swooning, she cleared her throat to get his attention. "Mulder, um, are you about ready to turn out the lights be- cause I'm, ah, pretty tired." Mulder spun around. Scully was wearing some old worn sweat- pants and a *teeny* tank top. She looked great. He had always thought of her as a conservative dresser. Wow. "Um, no I'm ready to hit the sack my self and I wouldn't um, want to keep you awake. I was just looking out the window." "Okay Mulder, good night then." "Good night Scully." Mulder fell onto his bed, expecting peaceful sleep, and CRASH! The entire bed, with him on it, completely collapsed onto the floor. Scully sat bolt upright in her big, stable bed, and flicked on the bedside lamp. "Mulder!! What did you do!!!" "I just got into bed like normal and it fell Scully!! It collapsed!" "Ok, Mulder just calm down." "Should we tell Gwen and Angel?" "In the morning we should, but for tonight, we'll have to share the large bed." "Oooh, Scully, are you comin' on to me?" "Mulder come to bed with me." Mulder, just stood there. He was shocked by what Scully said to him. It sounded so sexy. Oooh. Scully, mean- while, felt a growing blush come into her face. Damn her pale Irish skin. It least it was dim. What had she said to Mulder? She felt really stupid, as much as she wanted those words to mean what they sound- ed like. Without another word, Mulder started toward the bed, when he felt something smack his butt, and turned around to see Scully standing with a pillow in her hand. "Uh, o pretty!" "Anytime, Mulder." Mulder grabbed a pillow and threw it at Scully. Scully threw two at Mulder, and smacked him on the butt again as she took up a position on the other side of the room. Mulder charged toward her and lifted her up all in one smooth mo- tion. "Mulder, put me down!!! I'm sorry!" "I said you would be." "Mulder, if you don't put me down I'll have to shoot you again." "Bring it on, Scully." Mulder giggled as her threw Scully on to the one working bed. "Lets go to sleep now." Before they knew it, they had fallen deep into dreamland, basking in their combined warmth. x-x-x The next morning, the alarm clock in Gwen's parents' room went off at 7:00, plenty early for a Sunday. Gwen and Angel woke up with a start. They were pretty tired. Angel said "I heard a crash and some banging upstairs last night. What was that all about?" "You remember what I said last night about Mulder weighin g more?" "Yeah, so?" "Well, while you were gone, I took my trusty screwdriver and undid all the screws on the small bed that Mulder took. That crash was the bed falling apart. Now, he didn't come down to get me last night, so I assume that he just found *another* place to sleep." At this Gwen grinned widely. "But how do you know he didn't just sleep on the mattress on the floor?" "That's why we're getting up so early. We make them break- fast in bed, so when we walk up there, we'll see just what happ- ened." "Gwen you are a genius. Pure and simple." "Thank you, thank you." Gwen replied as they ran to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast and see if their efforts had been fruitful. They loaded some hastily fried eggs on two plates with some orange jui to where Mulder and Scully were still peacefully slumbering. The girls pushed the door open and shouted "Good morning!" Both of our heroes' (the adult ones) eyes burst open. They realized they were comfortably snug- gled in each other's arms. They flew apart and onto opposite sides of the room. "Good morning!" said Angel. "We brought you breakfast in bed." "We'll set it here on the bedside table and leave you alone to wake up. Come down when you're dressed. Bye!" "Scully, I ah-" "Mulder, look. It wasn't a conscious decision, right? I mean, it was a chilly night, so we were just attracted to each other's heat. That's all." "Yeah, you're right," Mulder said, although he felt rather disappointed. "No "Ok. Let's eat this, and get dressed." After they finished their eggs and tangerines, Mulder went to shower. It was warm and beautiful outside, so she opened a wind- ow. Hey, it was more than warm. It was kinda hot. She realized she couldn't wear that sweater. It was already making her too hot. She should wear the tank top. If only she could find it. She put on her bra and began looking around the room for it, but she still didn't see it. Finally, she she found it. She had been standing on it for about two minutes. As she bent over to pick it up, she heard the door swing open. She looked up to find Mulder standing there in only a towel, dripping wet. He spun around and shut the door. "Er, sorry Scully." "Mulder, here are your clothes," jeans and t- shirt from yesterday. "It's okay, just go get dressed." "Okay Scully." Mulder had to lean against the wall in to bathroom for sup- port as he tried to recapture the image he had seen before spin- ning around. Scully bending over in nothing but her bra and the jeans from yesterday!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Why did she have to be his partner? If they had met socially, not that he had anywhere to go socially besides MUFON meetings, he would have been able to tell her how he felt after these six long years. No. She was his partner. Besides, she would never feel that way about him, would she? x-x-x "Okay, people, we have to get you two back *now*, because the seventh season starts in less than a week, all right?" Gwen e plai "Fine." Mulder and Scully agreed. "That's good, but how are we going to do this?" "First we're going to examine what brought you here." "There was a dead body in the bathroom of this convenience store, so we were just looking at it when we bent over and conked our heads together. Then, we were here." "Okay, I hope we don't have to have a dead body present for this to work." Angel shuddered at the thought. "Well, just in case, why don't you lie down on the floor there and we'll use you as the dead body." "Oh, thanks." Angel groaned as she got into position. Mulder and Scully began talking, saying all the things they- would have if it were a real dead body. Then they bent over to look at some "marks" on her back and, very theatrically, bang their heads together. Nothing happened. After trying it two more times they realized this wasn't going to work. "What else can we try?" Scully asked as she dropped her pen on the floor. Mulder and Scully both bent to pick it up, and banged their heads together. "Hey!" shouted Gwen, but it was too late. They were gone. "Well, that worked out OK." Angel said. "I didn't get to say goodbye!!" "It's ok. I'm sure they're grateful. Hey, you wanna go for pizza?" "Sure, let's go." x-x-x Two weeks later, Angel and Gwen were sitting in the darkness of Gwen's family room, clutching a bowl of popcorn and green iced, x-shaped cookies. "Are you ready?" Angel asked. "Oh yes. I want to see if they got back safely or went to another dimension." "Oh They munched their cookies in silence and were immensely en- joying the show, when all of a sudden, on TV, Mulder burst into Scully's apartment. "Scully," he said, "I just can't take it anymore." "What do you mean, Mulder?" "This unresolved sexual tension between us. I've been notic- ing since we stayed with Gwen and Angel. I love you Scully!" "I love you too Mulder." And with that, they kissed each other and all the shippers' dreams came true, even if they didn't understand who Angel and Gwen were. THE END!! Goodbye all, that's it, I'm outta here. GWEN