From: sadriende@aol.com (Sadriende) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: Sure. Fine. Whatever. Date: 30 Jan 1996 17:20:21 -0500 Out of my ne'er-ending angst over "Syzygy", and the idea implanted in my brain through a.t.x-f, grows this work (I title this loosely). Remember, the planets are out of alignment, so M&S ain't acting like they normally do!!!!!!!!!! Fancy Legal Schnat: Mulder, Fox William and Scully, Dana Katherine belong to each other, as well as that guy who's got the same last name as Noah Wyle's character on ER. And that number, uh, I think it's one thousand thirteen, and that network that's the "hound's" other half. This is for Doug, who plays Mulder to my Scully. It's a *very* liberal R for language and content, but only in some parts (no pun intended -- heh, heh -- oh dear...) Sure. Fine. Whatever. "Scully, you know that *was* a policeman back there!" "Well, maybe if I shrink down in my seat really low, Mulder, he won't see me. Or maybe I'll just start crying and begging him to take pity on me like the weak woman that I am!" She floored the gas pedal, and the midsize blue sedan went flying down the long frontage road. Neither had said much to each other since they had left Comity nearly an hour ago. "Okay, so where the hell are we?" Mulder's tolerance for his partner's comments had long since disappeared. "I'd stop and ask for directions, but since I'm a big macho man, I just automatically know where we are, don't I?" "Shut up, Mulder." "Go to hell, Scully." He crossed his arms and physically turned away from her, pressing the side of his face against the window. She continued to stare icily at the road in front of her, not even acknowledging his presence. The car flew along the street, as if it would take off at any moment and soar into the sky. She kept her brow furrowed and her eyes focused, every so often glancing into her rearview mirror to see if anybody was behind her. It was a ghost road, all right. Not a soul was out tonight except them. "Say, Ms. Speed Demon, I hate to inform you of this, but we're never going to make it to the airport tonight, not even if you succeed in breaking the sound barrier. So, as much as I loathe the idea, we're going to need to find a place to stop for the night." "Why? So you can find some other detective in another small town and screw her like you did Detective White? Is this turning into a hobby for you, Mulder?" "Shut the hell up, Scully. Detective White and I didn't *do* anything. If you could've opened your closed mind maybe *this* much you could've let me explain-" "You didn't need to explain anything to me. I know what I saw." She ground the gas pedal into the floor and, although it didn't seem possible, the car's speed increased. Spotting an exit, she swerved the car around the turn and up the road leading off of it. Covering the entire town in approximately two minutes, she screeched to a halt in front of what seemed to be the only motel there. Mulder jerked forward in his seat, almost hitting the dashboard with his head. "Bitch," he muttered, as he freed himself from his seatbelt, and quickly exited the car, slamming the door shut. Angrily, he walked up the pathway and burst through the front door. The quiet establishment wasn't used to many out-of-town visitors, let alone those who looked like they wanted to commit mass murder. The petite clerk shrunk even more when this tall, furious looking man stormed up to the counter and towered over her. "May, may, may I help you, sir?" she asked timidly. "Yeah, I need two rooms for the night." Punching numbers into her computer, she looked up, cautiously. Her voice came out as a whisper "I, I'm sorry, sir, but we only have one room available." "Great," he muttered before slamming his hand down on the countertop in sheer frustration. All activity stopped, and all eyes were on him. The clerk looked like she wanted to crawl under the counter. With trembling hands, she punched some more keys. She looked up at him, her lower lip quivering. "S, s, s, sir, the room, um, does have two beds." "Fine," Mulder said, trying to take some of the edge out of his voice. It was obvious he had nearly scared the girl half to death. He paid for the room, was handed a key, and mumbled a terse "thank you" before exiting the building, much to the relief of all its patrons. He spotted the car on the far side of the parking lot, causing him to have to walk its entire length. He was sure she must've done it on purpose. Reluctantly opening the door, he stuck his head in for just enough time to give her their room assignments. "One room, two beds, 112, here's the key," he recited, throwing it to her. It landed by her leg on the seat. "I'm going for a walk," he finished, before slamming the door and leaving her alone in the dark. Scully picked up the key and puffed on her cigarette. She had already gone through half a pack and she had just started smoking again yesterday. Grounding out the remains, she also exited the vehicle, locking it, and crossing back to the trunk to get her things. As she did so, she pulled another cigarette from her pocket, and lit it, sticking it in her mouth as she reached down to remove her suitcase. She blew smoke into the air as she took it in her hand and shut the trunk door. Taking another long drag, she picked up her suitcase and set out to find room 112, which turned out to be almost across from where the car was parked, and that appeased her a bit. Unlocking the door, she surveyed the room in distaste, blowing smoke into its musty atmosphere. She slammed the door shut and placed her suitcase on the bed closest to the bathroom before sitting down on the rock solid bed, and removing her blazer. Then, she took the ashtray from the drawer of the bedside table which held the phone and clock and flicked some ashes into the receptacle. She was about to take another drag when there was a loud banging sound at the door. Slowly, she got up and languidly walked to it, not even bothering to peep through the keyhole, for she knew who it was. She opened it just a tad and found herself staring face to face with a fuming Mulder. "Had enough exercise for one night?" she asked, sweetly. He pushed open the door and walked inside. "You locked the car. My stuff's in there." Scully puffed on her cigarette and exhaled in his face. "Can't be too careful, Mulder. After all, there are horned beasts out there." Mulder stood there, glaring at Dana Scully who was innocently smoking her cigarette, his face turning red. Then, he slammed the door and grabbed her by the shoulders. She was so startled she dropped her cigarette, which he ground past recognition with his shoe into the cheap carpeting. He stared at her, seething. She stared back at him with a look that would've frozen fire. Then, he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her, hard. She pushed him away, with an expression that was half fury, half shock. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked, under her breath. Then, she grabbed his collar and pulled him down to her, returning the kiss with one equally as smoldering and violent. He pulled back, his eyes blazing. "Solving the mystery of the horny beast," he whispered loudly, before meeting her mouth halfway for another passionate liplock. They kissed each other with all the fury and passion and lust with which they had been fighting. Their mouths were hot and their breath ragged as their tongues met and clashed, fighting for control as their actions had been doing earlier that day. Scully had pushed herself back from the wall, grabbing fistfuls of Mulder's hair, which she could've easily pulled out with the force of her hold. Mulder still had a grip on Scully's shoulders, and had started moving his hands up and down her arms and back in swift, fierce motions. They had moved to the middle of the room before she tore her mouth away and affixed it to his throat with such force it was as if she would draw blood. He arched his back, and grabbed hold of her waist with such vigor that it could bruise the skin. Her mouth continued its assault on his neck, before she dropped to her knees, seeking other enjoyment for it. She loosed the button of his pants and tried to shove her mouth into the opening, but he grabbed her head with both hands and brought her back up to face him. Panting, he stared at her, his eyes afire. "Do you want to get fucked, Scully? Is that what you want?" She returned his look with one equally as intense, her breathing ragged and heavy. "Yeah, Mulder. I want you to fuck me. Prove to me how much of a man you are." His mouth swooped down upon hers once again, their tongues dueling. Then, his hands took hold of the collar of her blouse, and gave it a savage tug. The sound of fabric tearing and buttons flying filled the air and the piece of cloth hung loosely around her shoulders like a cape. She extricated herself from the kiss and ripped open his shirt with equal force. Then, she pressed her mouth back against his and hunted madly for the clasp to her skirt. Keeping one hand around his back, her nails digging into his almost bare shoulder, she freed herself of the garment. He reached his hand under her bra and began massaging one breast, then the other. She arched her back, and kept a firm grip on his mouth, stepping up the intensity of their battling tongues. He grabbed hold of her shoulders once again, and they both tumbled backwards onto his bed. He loosed his mouth's grasp of hers, and trailed it down to her knees, where he took her slip in his teeth and practically tore it off her body. Impatiently, she reached once again into the opening of his pants, but he stopped her hand. Then, he stopped kissing her. He looked down at her, his eyes blank. Then, he smirked. "Nah. There's no way in hell I'd ever fuck you." He sat up on the bed, and looked at her, mockingly, daring her to protest, to give him the upper hand. "Sure. Fine. Whatever." She got up from the bed and picked up her clothes that had fallen to the floor. Then, she went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. *** Mulder had finally fallen asleep, having not obtained the key to the car to get his things, and not wanting to ask Scully for it. However, his sleep was restless and light, and he kept tossing and turning. When he finally gave in to his uneasiness and decided to abandon sleep for good, he was overwhelmed by the unbelievable sensation rushing through his body. Pain. He felt like his head would explode, like he was waking up from a bad dream, like he had a really bad hangover. For a moment, the pain overwhelmed him, and he had no idea where he was. Then, he heard the sound. It was very faint, and he had to strain his ears in order to hear it, but it most definitely was there. Soft and delicate, it was the sound of a human voice. But it wasn't the sound of speaking. Curiously, he rose from his bed and followed the noise. It grew louder by tiny degrees as he moved towards its source. The bathroom door. Carefully, he turned its knob and opened it a tad. What he saw nearly knocked the wind out of him. Scully was huddled in a little ball against the corner, practically sitting on her feet. She was shaking uncontrollably. Her face was red and blotchy and her eyes were swollen. There was evidence that she had been crying, but now it was as if the tears were gone and she was trying to just shake all the sobs out of her system. "Scully?" he asked, incredulously, slowly opening the door wider to get a better look at her. "Go away, Mulder," she responded, turning to the wall. All the force was gone from her voice, however, and it merely came out as a choked whisper. He stepped inside the room, and sat down on the side of the bathtub. "Talk to me, Scully," he pleaded, softly. "Please." For the first time, she slowly turned her body towards him. She was a wreck. Her blouse hung in tatters around her shoulders, and her slip was torn. Her hair was a mess and all her makeup had long since disappeared. "Scully, what happen-" And then he remembered. The events of the previous twenty-four hours came flooding back to him. The case in Comity, Detective White, their arguments, the car ride, and their lustful encounter that almost went too far. It *did* go too far. They had attacked each other with such force and such desire that even the memories scared him. Words from a case long ago came floating back into his consciousness: "We are not who we are." He looked away, swallowing painfully. Then, he looked back at her, his eyes full of remorse. "Scully, I'm so sorry." "No, Mulder, it's my fault." Her voice cracked, and she fought back tears. "This...whole...thing, I...What is this, Mulder? Who are we?" She buried her head in her arms and wept silently. Mulder looked at her with concern. "I don't know," he replied, soothingly. "But it's over now, we're ourselves again." Scully looked up again and inched away from her corner. "I've always believed in the decency of mankind, that as humans, no matter how much evil we commit, we always have the tendency to be good. But, after what we saw...what we *were*, what we became...I, I don't know what to believe anymore. For the first time in my life, I didn't recognize myself. I didn't recognize *you*." She got up and sat down on the sink. "The fact that...that kind of power exists in this world...scares me. What would happen if that happened again, but in a city as opposed to a small town? People acting crazy, relationships destroyed..." She trailed off, meaninglessly. "Scully, it's unlikely that this will happen again. The woman at the astrology center said that three certain planets had to be in alignment and that we would have to be in the center of another geological vortex. In any other case, the results wouldn't have been as great. It was just the area where we were." He smiled, feebly. "But...if it wasn't the planets...what if it really was Satanic forces, like that man said? They need no planetary alignment to be activated. Their power is so great, so evil, we couldn't possibly destroy it." She looked down at the floor, tears threatening to return to her eyes. Mulder rose and stood directly in front of her, as if proximity would emphasize his point even more. "We don't need to worry about it right now, Scully. All we need to know is it's done and we're back to normal. Well...as normal as we were before." Scully smiled. Then, as if to verify his point, she reached up and lightly touched the side of his face with her fingertips. Seemingly satisfied, she stood up and walked out of the bathroom. He followed her, shutting off the light. They climbed back into their separate beds, and both tried to get some sort of repose. Scully was just about to find slumber, when a soft voice brought her back to reality. "Scully?" "Mmm-hmm?" "We should probably leave by five if we want to make the earliest flight back to Washington." "Okay, sure. That's fine. Y'know, whatever." And those were the last words either of them heard before drifting off to sleep.