From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: Thu, 28 Oct 1999 22:45:03 -0500 Subject: REP - Sunday Morning (Post The UnNatural) by Randi Source: direct Reply To: danasdds@yahoo.com Tittle: Sunday Morning Author: Randi E-mail: danasdds@yahoo.com Rating: PG-13 Classification: MSR Spoilers: Up to The UnNatural (Season Six) Disclaimer: They are not mine, they are 1013's creation, I just borrowed them. Summary: Next day, after Scully's late birthday gift, she gets a surprise and not necessarily what she was expecting from Mulder. Enjoy it! Feedback will be greatly appreciated. Special thanks to Bama, Natasha, Live_a_lie, and Amberleigh. Sunday Morning (1/4) "This is my birthday present?" He still remembered her words. Each word they said to each other earlier this night. A special Saturday night for both of them. He made her smile. The smile that she guards as a precious jewel, the one that she shows only on special occasions and for special people, like her mom, Matthew, Trenton and Emily. And now she smiled for him. He made her laugh. The laugh that she used to share with him when they knew each other, six years back. The laugh of disbelief, "Mulder, you are crazy." His little spy; she was so young and fragile. "When did she stop laughing?" he asked looking to the stars, the same stars that watched them play baseball, while he settled up in front of his computer. He made her giggle. Yes, she did, like a small kid with a new toy. Like a young girl during her first date. Like the young girl who arrived at the basement six years ago. But now she is a grown-up attractive woman. Yes, Dana Scully, the woman behind the FBI special agent. Dana giggled for him. "Mulder." "Hi, Mulder. We have been looking for you all night." "Oh, Melvin the mouse. What's up, Frohike?" "We found new information about the fertility clinics you asked for, and, yes, Mulder, they continued experimenting with genes and cloning animals and not necessarily animals." "What do you mean, Frohike?" "Since Mr. Mulder was not around for a long time, we sent you an E-mail with the information. We tried to reach you every where, is your cell phone working? You are nobody without your cell phone." "Good night, Frohike." "Okay, if you don't want to talk about that. Hey, say hello to the Hot Agent Scully. Night, Mulder." Mulder started searching the E-mail. Geez, everybody thinks Scully is hot. This will be a long, long night, but this E-mail seems to be interesting.' The phone rang a second time. "Yes, Frohike, I'm opening the E-mail right now." "Mulder, it's me." "Oh, Scully, what's up?" "I just wanted to say thank you for what you did for me this night." "What the hottest woman in this planet expected her weird partner do?" "Shut up, Mulder." "Scully, you hurt me." "Mulder, I will see you tomorrow afternoon after I meet mom for lunch. Is that okay with you?" "Are you asking for permission, Scully." "Mulder, shut up." "Oh, the redhead attack." "Oh, Mulder, if you are going to open Frohike's E-mail, check mine. Night, Mulder." "Bye, Red." "Shut up." Yes, this was going to be a long, long night for Fox Mulder. Wow! Two e-mails. Sunday Morning (2/4) A Sunday morning and there he was alone in his apartment. That was his problem. He was alone. As every Sunday, when they were not in a case, she was not around. Sunday mornings she bares her soul to her God. This day was special. She will have lunch with her mother. How can he be jealous of Maggie Scully? It was his fault. Lately, he has been too territorial' with Scully. He wondered why she just can say no to his ideas and no matter what he invented, she will be there. When she was not around, he was bored as hell. "Mulder, no phone calls while I'm at church. Okay?" He better followed her orders or he will be shot again. He reminded himself that his little intelligent redhead partner was always armed. Red as he saw her in the shower. Oh, sweet torture! He looked his wrist watch once again. Only 45 minutes since she left her place. Red. Shower. Scully. He decided to watch TV. News. Cartoons. News. Sunday Mass. More news. Fifteen boring minutes just passed away. "Jogging, I need to get out of this apartment and stop thinking red'." Thirty minutes later, he was again in his apartment, bored, bored, bored. No phone calls. She said so. A cold shower will be another solution. "Sometimes it works." But he made a mistake. He looked again to the TV and remembered his video collection. He was tempted to watch one of them, "The Invasion of the Redheads." Great. One of the best in his collection. Breakfast. "Let's have breakfast instead of watching the video." Twenty minutes later he sat in front of his computer. Maybe if he surfed the net he could distract himself from Scully's absence. Chat mode, paranormal phenomena. Another chupacabra' attacked a bunch of chickens in Puerto Rico. No witness, as always. The mayor of the city said that he will personally conduct a special investigation on the mutilation of those poor animals. He was so distracted that he did not realize that someone was behind him. "Mulder." "Yikes, Scully, you scared me..." He turned to looked at her. "Sorry." She didn't move, but locked her eyes to his eyes. "Hey, weren't you supposed to have lunch with your mom today?" "I prefer to be with you, if you don't mind." His world collapsed in a matter of seconds. Scully said that she prefers to be with ME!?' If there is a God in heaven, he just visited this humble apartment. "Mulder, did you hear what I said?" Her voice was soft and calm. "Ye... ye... yes, Scully." One, two, three, four... he desperately needed another cold shower. "Something interesting on the net?" She asked while he turned to show her what he found. "There is new case of chicken mutilation..." "El chupacabras..." She interrupted standing behind him. "Yes, Scully, but I know that you don't believe in ghosts, vampires or chupacabras." "Did you say chickens?" "Yes, most of the cases I have studied deal with cattle's mutilation, but in this particular one it attacked more than thirty chickens." He kept looking to the monitor pointing her the picture of the mayor. "Even the mayor is involved in this investigation." "Chickens?" "Yes, Scully, chickens." "Chicken like chicken." "Yes, Scully. Chickens. What's your point?" He tried to turn to look at her, but she stopped him pushing his chair toward the desk. She placed her delicate hand on top of his and clicked the mouse one time to enlarge the picture of one of the poor mutilated chickens. He froze in his seat when he felt her small soft hand. Silence. "Poor chicken, Mulder." She took off her hand from his hand, but her small body was still pressed to his chair. Then he heard a sound. He froze again. She took off her shoes. Another sound. He tried to distract himself once again looking to the monitor. "Yes, Scully, a poor bunch of chickens. This is an X-File." Another soft sound. He looked with the corner of his eye and what he saw make him start sweating without control. Breathe, Mulder, breathed. This could not be true. You must be dreaming.' Another soft sound, this time her shirt. Shoes, skirt, pantyhose, and now her shirt. Oh, how he could be so stupid, THE MONITOR. He looked at the reflection in his monitor. Oh, sweet Lord. There she was behind him, stripping herself of the two little pieces of cloth left on her small body. Sweet, sweet, sweet, Lord! "Chickens..." "Yes, Scully, chickens, chickens like chicken.'" For a few minutes that for him seemed a eternity, their heavy breathing was the only thing that can be heard in the room. "Scully, is this what I'm thinking it is?" "What are you thinking?" She did it again. She whispered these words to his ear. "That you are happy with my surprise birthday gift..." "Um..." What the hell was she doing? Naked behind him whispering and purring directly to his ear. "Scully." He said breathing fast as if he was doing some intensive exercise. "Hips before hands, Mulder..." Oh, sweet torture! She pressed her little naked body to him. "Scully... are you sure..." "Chicken." "What?" He jumped from his seat, but she placed her arms around his shoulders and pressed him to the chair. "You are a chicken, Fox Mulder." "Scully, I..." "Are you afraid, Agent Mulder?" She lowered herself and locked her eyes to his eyes on the computer's monitor. "Me, never..." Breathe, Fox William Mulder, breathe.' "Are you sure?" Her uneven breathing was heating the back of this ear down to the back of his neck. "Mulder, I asked if you are sure? Do I need to repeat my question, Agent Mulder?" "Nope..." "Then, if you are not the chicken I think you are, I will wait for you in the bedroom." As she finished saying this to him, she moved her arms from his shoulders to his face, she lowered herself to him as she pressed her nose to his nose and placed a hot, sweet, warm, wet kiss in these lips. She turned and went directly to his bedroom. "Scully..." "Shut up, Mulder, I'll be in your bedroom." In a matter of seconds, Fox William Mulder, a bundle of nerves, was admiring his beautiful partner, who was ready for him in his bed. Sunday Morning (3/4) It was a long night for Dana. A late unwrapped birthday gift. Who else, but Mulder would do this for her? After all, this was Mulder, with his unique style. A football game video when she was returned after her "abduction," a key chain given in a bar, and now a batting lesson. Every gift related to his favorite hobbies, aliens and sports. "A Saturday to remember," she thought with one of her no often seen smiles. He made her laugh this night. "I'm not stupid, Fox Mulder. The pleasure was ALL mine to hold the bat hand on hand, to let you hold me, to feel you close, to smile for you, to laugh for you." Hips before hands.' She kept repeating on each of Mulder's words, word by word, while she tried to fall asleep without any hope. We're going to wait on the pitch.' "I think this is our moment, Mulder." "We're going to keep our eye on the ball." I'm keeping my eyes on you, don't you notice it?' "Then we're just going to make contact." You made sweet love to me this night, Mulder, of course, it was your way, in front of a small kid.' "We're not going to think." Lately I'm not thinking in anything else than you. It takes a lot of effort trying to type a field report without thinking of you." "We're just going to let it fly, Scully, okay?" Sometimes, like this night, I do that, Mulder. I let my mind fly and I fantasize about you.' "Ready?" More than ever, I'm waiting here, ready for you. But sometimes I feel that I'm in the middle.' "Ooh! That's good." Anything around you sounds good to me. I sound like a stupid teenager.' "All right, what you may find is you concentrate on hitting that little ball..." It was difficult to concentrate while you were pressing your manhood against my hips. I noticed that too, Mulder.' "The rest of the world just fades away-- all your every day, nagging concerns." I know that feeling, when I have you around me all this loneliness fades away." "The ticking of your biological clock." Finally you got that one, Fox Mulder. I have desires and needs as any woman has.' "How you probably couldn't afford that nice, new suede coat on a G-Woman's salary." Not a normal G-Woman's salary, Mulder. I'm a G-Woman/Doctor, there is a slight difference is my salary. But the most important thing is that you noticed that I dressed for you." "How you threw away a promising career in medicine..." Sure, even when I decided to go back, you asked me to stay with you. I'm ready, Fox Mulder." " to hunt aliens with a crackpot, albeit brilliant, partner." Of course, hunting is my favorite hobby if you are around, sweet partner.' "Getting into the heart of a global conspiracy." Just because of you...' "Your obscenely overdue triple-X bill." You have no idea and I hope you never find it.' "Oh, I... I'm sorry, Scully. Those last two problems are mine, not yours." Sure. Fine. Whatever. At least you are honest about you triple X habits. I wonder how many times you have pleased yourself thinking of me.' "Shut up, Mulder. I'm playing baseball." Yes, Mulder, sometimes you don't say anything, others, you talk to much. You made me love this night, Mulder. Each time we hit the ball, I felt waves traveling around my body. Each time we hit the ball together, I saw stars in the skies. Shut up, Dana and go to sleep.' It was unusual for her to be late. When she was almost out on her way to church, her mother called her on the phone. "That's okay, Mom." Sunday Morning (4/4) She walked through the living room and looked at the monitor. Another picture of a poor animal attacked by Mulder's chupacabras. Another X-File? A trip to Puerto Rico sounds good.' She thought about the warm waters of the Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean Sea, bathed with an endless Summer sun. Mountains. Rivers. Oh, and Mulder's little green men in Arecibo. She perfectly knew his intentions to go back, now he will have an excuse with the chupacabras things. He was not around. Before shutting down the computer she noticed the E-mail from Frohike. "Human clones." She and moved to the kitchen, taking with her the remains of Mulder's untouched breakfast. He was supposed to be here.' Then she heard a voice coming from his bedroom. A woman's voice. Every single cell in her body froze. What the hell he is doing in a room with another woman?' She stood there trying to rationally understand what was going on. Hips before hands for me last night and he is making contact with another woman the next morning!' "Oh, come with daddy!" She heard his voice and couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Mulder..." Wait, that voice sounds familiar.' She walked and stopped in front of his bedroom door for a few seconds, then she knocked the door. "Mulder, are you okay?" "Yes, honey. I thought that you said that you were going to the bathroom, what are you doing in there, hon?" "Mulder, are you sure you are okay?" When he opened the door, and with anger, Dana Scully looked at him to the eyes. There he was, holding his pants in his left hand, completely naked in front of her and another woman in his bathroom. "I never thought you could do this to me." FIN