From math.ohio-state.edu!usc!chi-news.cic.net!news.math.psu.edu!news.cse.psu.edu!uwm.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.ycc.yale.edu!yale!news-mail-gateway!daemon Mon Jul 15 10:10:06 1996 Article: 21250 of alt.tv.x-files.creative Path: math.ohio-state.edu!usc!chi-news.cic.net!news.math.psu.edu!news.cse.psu.edu!uwm.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.ycc.yale.edu!yale!news-mail-gateway!daemon From: Gil Trevizo Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: "Syzygy - What if" (1/1) (fwd) Date: 12 Jul 1996 18:06:39 -0400 Organization: Yale CS Mail/News Gateway Lines: 112 Sender: daemon@cs.yale.edu Message-ID: <19960712180637.aaaa006Au@babyblue.cs.yale.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: babyblue.cs.yale.edu Status: RO I DID NOT WRITE THIS - I am the administrator for the x-files-fanfic mailing list and am posting this story for a subscriber. For information on subscribing to the x-files-fanfic mailing list, go to . Please send all comments to the author at . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Disclaimer - The characters and situation ain't mine but I ain't gettin' no cash for 'em. I don't mean ta be steppin' on no one's toes. I don't mind where this story ends up - as long as it gets there with my name and email address on it. As if you couldn't guss by the title, this story is based on the third season episode "Syzygy" (if anyone can offer a pronunciation then please email me). Rating - MSR (and proud of it). There is a bit of kissing - but it's not too graphic. Summary - We all wanted it to be Scully at Mulder's hotel room door - right, but instead we got Detective White. What might have happened if it had been Scully? I apologise to anyone who's already come up with a similar idea - I haven't seen any. ***************************************************** "Syzygy - What if?" by Erica Miszti ********************** A knock sounded at the door. Mulder set the vodka bottle on the TV and answered it. It was Scully. She looked a mess - her eyes held a wild look and she had a cigarette in her hand. "We need to talk." She said, walking past him into the room. She strode over to the window. Mulder grabbed the bottle - he *needed* a drink. Scully spun around suddenly. "What the Hell is going on here Mulder?" She demanded. "I don't know." He admitted bitterly - not looking at her but instead taking another drink. "I *didn't* mean the case." She spat the words as she crossed the room to stand a few feet away from him, holding her cigarette towards him accusingly. "Neither did I." He challenged, leaning towards her and jabbing the air with the bottle. Their eyes met and held - flashing angry fire. Scully looked away first. She drew in several ragged breaths and began to pace. She took a sharp drag on her cigarette, then dropped her hand to her side. A shower of glowing ash fell to the floor. Mulder watched as the small flashes of fire hit the carpet and - for an irrational moment - thought that the fire would catch and engulf the room. It didn't, but Scully was getting more fired up by the second. "You tried to undermine *everything* I said today." She said angrily. Mulder was incredulous. "You....you went out of your way to be skeptical." He told her accusingly - slurring his words a little as he spoke. She spun to face him, her blue eyes flashing. "Then you totally flipped out on me." "*I* flipped out?" She demanded. "What was all that about perfume? And what about Detective White?" "What about her?" Mulder demanded back. "Why do you freak out every time I look at a woman?" A thought occured to him and the anger dissolved to be replaced by a devil may care attitude. "If I didn't know better," He began teasingly and with a slow smile. "I'd say you were jealous." Scully's face assumed a skeptical expression. "Jealous? Of what?" Her fingers were itching to wipe that smile off his face. "I don't know - you tell me." He challenged, still smiling devilishly. "Of me having a life. Or maybe," He knew that he was pushing it, but the alcohol had taken over. He leaned closer until their faces were mere inches apart. "you don't like the idea of *me* with someone else." "What are you trying to say Mulder?" Scully continued skeptically. "That *I* want you for myself." She scoffed and turned away from him to stub her cigarette out on a plate. Mulder stepped up behind her. "Let's find out." He said quietly and placed his hands around her waist. Scully stiffened at his touch. His hands met at her stomach and tightened, pulling her against him. "Mulder." Scully warned. He buried his face in her hair. "What Scully?" His voice was muffled, but she could hear a rough edge to his tone which hadn't been there before. "Are you telling me you're not curious?" His hands fell to her hips and held her more tightly against him. "That you haven't thought about how it might be? You *haven't* wondered what it would be like between us?" He turned her around to face him. Their eyes met. "Just one kiss. Just to see what it might be like." He told her silkily. Her mouth parted to deny his words and Mulder lowered fascinated eyes to it. He put a finger to her lips to silence her but her tongue had just slipped out to lick her dried out lips and they met. Mulder's eyes flicked up and collided with Scully's. He let his finger slide gently over her full lips. "One kiss." He repeated quietly. Letting his hands move to the nape of her neck, he drew her closer. Their mouths were a mere whisper apart. Their breath intermingled. Their eyes closed. Their lips met and a thousand sparks filled the air as the *biggest* lie of all was put to the test. There was a loud knock at the door. Their eyes snapped open and they stepped apart as if burnt. Scully retreated to stand by the window as Mulder opened the door. It was Detective White, clutching a white box - her cat was dead. Scully's cell-phone chose that moment to ring - there had been another death, some girl called Brenda. ************************************************************************* *************************************** Cosmic forces? Alcohol psychosis? True love? Or just plain lust? Take your pick. Please send email to Erica.Miszti@premium-mail.co.uk **** When I say please - I *am* begging **********