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 the mailing list, go to "http://mail.utep.edu/~trevizo/x-files". Please do not send comments for the author to me -- send them to "obriens@mulberry.com". You may direct requests for missing parts to me though. __________ / __ __ \ ( (__) (__) ) --------[[[---------]]]------------------------------------------------- The characters and situations of the television program "The X Files" are the creations and property of Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting, and Ten-Thirteen Productions, and have been used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended. This work is not to be forwarded or distributed to any newsgroup, FTP, or WWW site without the permission of the author. Summary- A sleepy Scully has some fun. Warning- Not quite a MSR but more than just UST. So all against that line of thinking run away now screaming you're little girly screams. Appropriate for all ages. Author's Notes- A special thank you to my editor Erin, all those people at fictalk that restored my faith in fluff and last but not least all those people trying to save the Gossamer archive. Oh yeah, and to all my fellow shippers exspecially Teresa for lending me Fox(with the glasses no less!) Well, on with the show........ **************************************************************** Testing the Waters By Natalie O'Brien Mulder knocked on his partner's door. His wingtips tapped impatiently. He had told her that he was coming over to pick up the file, hadn't he? Yes, Mulder thought, I distinctly remember saying I'd stop by later. Maybe she's out? His mind asked. Maybe she's out with some guy. No! Mulder tried to push away the thought. Yes, some rich doctor, a rich handsome doctor that wants to... Mulder would have kept on that train of thought until he had Scully and the handsome doctor married with three kids if he hadn't heard a slight bang from inside Scully's apartment. Mulder quickly got the key marked "Scully" out of his pocket. What if she's... He swung the door open to find... His partner, curled up in a chair, sound asleep. His heartbeat slowed. Mulder crossed the room to study the sleeping Scully. Mulder smile. His rational mind was smart. Maybe he should listen to it more often. Mulder couldn't take his eyes off his cool professional partner looking for all the world like a little kid. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail with soft strands falling around her face. She looked young, innocent. He hardly ever got to see Scully out of those tailored suits of hers. Good thing too because that little black tank top of hers was doing things to him. "Mmm," Scully made a little noise and shivered. Mulder felt a rush of what could only be described as maternal feelings for his small partner. He grabbed a quilt and draped it on her, careful not to touch her and disturb her sleep. Ah, the feelings Scully stirred in him, he sighed. Mulder felt the need to take of her, to make sure she was okay. Hell, sometimes he found himself repressing the urge to make sure she was eating enough vegetables. He also felt the joy of a big brother, the rush of triumph when ever he succeeded in getting under her skin and she gave him that "You are a cockroach, worse, you are a smelly cockroach," look. He felt the big brother urge to protect her, beat up every creep that hurt her. Mulder remembered the strength of hatred he had felt for that jerk Colton on their third case. He had wanted to beat the crap out of him. Mulder also felt a paternal pride in Scully. A pride in her courage, her intelligence, her strength. An involuntary sigh escaped Mulder's lips. If only those family-like feelings were the only one's he felt for his partner. God, no normal brother would spend as much time as he did wondering what kind of *night apparel* Scully wore. He shook his head. Better not to dwell to long on those thoughts. Especially when the subject of his daydreams was innocently sleeping right in front of him. And wearing a very tight tank top. He looked at his watch. 11:14. No wonder she was tired. Maybe he should put her to bed. his rational mind screamed. Mulder smiled. Since when have I listened to my rational mind? He carefully took the sleeping Scully in his arms and walked towards her bedroom. He turned the sheets down with one hand. He laid Scully down gently and went to tuck the covers around her shoulders. To his surprise, two slim arms wrapped themselves around his neck and gently pulled until the two soft lips belonging to Scully were on his. His rational mind tried desperately to gain control. Now Mulder! Mulder jumped away from Scully almost knocking over her bookcases in the process. But Scully just snuggled deep into her covers, a slight smile on her face. Mulder took a deep breath to calm himself. He took another. "I think I'll pick the file up tomorrow ..." He mumbled to himself. He turned around making a desperate run for the door. ************************************************************************ Scully smiled as she heard Mulder close the door. Mulder had been so flustered after the kiss. It was cute. Scully grinned thinking of the temper tantrum her partner would throw if she called him "cute". Dana Katherine Scully! Just what do you think you're doing! Her rational mind went into hysterics. Scully just smiled and ignored it. She felt too good and too sleepy to listen to her rational mind right now. "Just testing the waters, just testing the waters..." The End ********************************************************************* To all that made it this far- Hope you liked it. All praise and constuctive critism can be sent to obriens@mulberry.com Come on, please........I live on feedback. Without it I will just shrivel up in die. How's that for a guilt trip? __________________________ Mr. Nutt: I've taken in your all-American features, your dour demeanor, your unimaginative necktie design, and concluded you work for the government. An FBI Agent. But do you see the tragedy here? I have mistakenly reduced you to a stereotype. A caricature. Instead of regarding you as a specific, unique individual. Mulder: But I am an FBI agent.