From: "Jeni Leigh" Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2001 14:49:45 -0600 Subject: "Thanks to Goblins" by Wild Angel Source: direct Title: Thanks to Goblins Author: Wild Angel Classification: MSR Rating: PG Archive: anywhere, just leave my name on it and let me know please :) Summary: Scully tells her story of how her and Mudler began a relationship. Feedback: Yes please!!! Wildangel_28@hotmail.com Please be kind. :) This was just a funny attempt at a fanfic. Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. They all belong to 1013 and CC and the wonderful actors and actresses who play them. This is not worth sueing me over, I have no money anyway!! It's been over 6 months and Mulder and I are still together. Yes, thats right. We have been "dating" so they call it. We haven't told many people. Just mom and the gunmen. We want to kep it quite just for a little longer. You would think it would take the world to be ending before we would admit our feelings for each other. But it didn't turn out that way. It started with an unbelieveable case. A case I won't forget. XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX Mulder and I are on our way to Jefferson City, MO. We have been up for over 48 hours, working on a case. A case Mulder insisted on taking. A case I thought was an utter waste of time. A case to do with "goblins". Yes... "goblins". Short, little, grotesque, ugly creatures, that do not exist! Mostly known to bring upon negitive consiquences, so says the myth. In a way it's even hard for me to imagine Mulder contemplating even taking this case, but he did. The shock didn't last long, the more I thought about it. He was shocked when I didn't argue with him over us going to investiage this. But I figured it would be pointless. We started in Atlantia, Georgia. Then traveled to Sacramaento, CA. And supposively they were spotted in 2 other capitals of certian states, including Jefferson City. Which is where we are on our way to now. In the other two cities, there was no evidence what-so-ever. Well.. except that guy who died of a sudden heart attack.. and the impression on his face looked like he seen a ghost. That doesn't prove anything. And then that lady who died of blood loss from weird bite/claw marks all over her. Could have been a rabid ...squrrel?? Yeah. Well now onto Jefferson City. Where supposivly some woman is in cirtical condition because of the same thing. I guess we will see. We arrive at our hotel. A rather fancy hotel. I am beginning to like these "capitials". We drop off our luggage at our huge rooms. I take a long glance at my king size bed. I can't wait to jump into it. Then I go next door to Mulders room. "Ready?" I ask. Hoping for some miracle he will say 'No, lets just go to bed and worry about this tomorrow. We have time to spear, Scully.' But of course all I get is a "Yep, lets roll." I follow him out, trying to prepare myself, best I can, before we see the woman at the hospital. Well we come back from the hospital. The woman did look like she had the same marks as the last. I am not for sure what they are from, but I also haven't had an accurate amout of sleep either. This sometimes tends to effect my ability of thinking. Hey, I am only human. Not super-woman. Geez. Mulder found some sort of metal thing in her skin, sticking out of a wound. The doctor removed it and gave it to him to check out. Mulder insisted he had his own "tests" he needed to run. He can be very presuasive when he wants to be. I think that is one of the things I like so much about him, even though at times it annoys the hell out of me. Well several drinks from the mini bar (God I love this hotel.) and a few hours later, the lone gunmen, with all of there equiptment arrive. Mulder couldn't believe I was drinking, but I am sure he can't believe alot of things that I will do. We all gather in Mulder's room and try to figure out what this metal object is. This takes much longer than expected. So a couple hours after they get there, Mulder and the 3 guys decide to go get some food. I am a little tipsy, but I am hiding it rather well. I just shake my head when they ask me to go and they all exit. I lay down on the bed, feeling very.. light-headed. It's been a long while since I have felt like this. I miss the old days of drinking myself into a coma and such. Ah, memories. Well before I know it I am passed out cold. And as if someone could see into the room and found out I was 'out of it', a guy comes in and injects me with something that really takes a hold on me when I wake up. Of course, I don't know this until later. Mulder and the gunmen return with their food. Mulder sits next to me on the bed and shakes me awake. I look up at him. All 6 of him. All 6 spinning heads of him. I blinked a few times, that didn't help much. "Scully? Want any of this food?" His voice sounds long and drawn out to me. I lift myself up on my hands and fall right back onto the bed. "Uhhh, nooo thankssss.. Mulderrrr." I reply back like I am talking to a child too, two can play at this game. "Scully? Are you ok?" he looks at me concerned. "I'm... fine." I nod my head at him. Yeah, fine. I feel as high as a kite. How many of thoes little liquor bottles did I drink again? Hmmmm. The lone gunmen are already ingrossed in the computer and other things, finding out what the metal thing is. Mulder is munching away on his food, so I take this time to try and get up again. I eventually make it into a sitting position. I take a breath. Right before I crack up laughing. This causes some distraction and weird looks from all 4 men. "Sorry." I mutter and bite my lip. Get ahold of yourself girl! I do not know why I have become a ditsy, idiotic, chick all of a sudden. I should be getting over my buzz from earlier, not getting worse. The guys decide to keep quiet. I guess I scared them. Hell, I'd be scared of me too, if I was witnessing this from their point of view. All of a sudden I am feeling fistey. I want to do something daring. I carefully put my feet on the floor and stand. I sway a bit and find it very funny. I giggle insanely and slip on my shoes at the foot of the bed. They are all staring at me. Which cracks me up even more. "Scully??" Mulder is concered. Bless his heart. But I feel way to good to care. "How much have you had to drink?" I lick my lips. He looks tasty right about now. But I will contain myself. "Not much." I smile my sexy smile and wink at him. He blinks, suprised. "Well... where are you going?" I think about that. "Uhh.. down the uh.. stairs." Frohike looks at me, thinking and finally speaks, "Lovely Agent Scully... would you like me to accompy you down thoes stairs?" I frown at him. "I can handle dead people and flukemen and cigarette smoking bastards hickie! I think I can also handle some lousey stairs too!" I huff at him and stomp off to the door, triumphantly. I ended up tripping on one of Mulders big ass shoes, which totally messed up my i-got-my-shit-together-ness! I fell flat on my face. Mulder runs over and helps me up. The gunmen stare in shock. I dust myself off and grab the door yanking it open. "I meant to do that!" and slammed it shut. Well it took me at least a good 20 minutes to get down the stairs. I never knew how complicated thoes can be, to walk down. I could have took the elevator but, that, at the time, seemed more confuzing to operate. Well I got down there and I found the main bar in the hotel.I needed no drink to hype me up. I was feeling greeaattt. So I manage somehow to take a seat at the bar, on a stool. I take a look around. Some guy is smiling at me and so I smile back. Hey Sexxxxxy. He walks over. I am bobbing my head to the music playing. "Hi there." he says, casually. "Hey hey" I say, eyeing him. He pulls out a cigarette and offers me one. Now, I know I don't smoke. But this guy makes it look soooo good. So I say "What the hell." and take one. He gives me a light and I am puffing away, making conversation that I am sure makes no sence whatsoever. All of a sudden I see Mulder. He is searching desperately for me. I wave my cig in the air at him. "Over here sweetie pie!" I giggle like a little school girl. My smoking pal looks over at Mulder walking towards us. He goes pale. "Is.. is uh that your.. your... boyfriend or husband or something?" I laugh. "He is just my partner." The guy nods. "Yeah.. 'partner' I get it." he said the word 'partner' and made quotation marks with his fingers. "I am outta here." And he split. I frowned. "Well.. damn." I look at Mulder who has made his way to me. "Thanks alot Mulder. You scared off my newly made friend!" I take a drag of the cigarette and Mulder looks at me like I popped my eyeballs out and swallowed them. Or something outragious like that. I exhale the smoke into his face. "Take a picture. It lasts longer." I smirk at him. He then grabs my cig and smashes it out. "Muldy! Why you go and do that for??" I stick out my bottom lip and make it quiver like a little child who got her candy stolen. "Scully? Have you gone completely mad? You don't smoke! You don't call me Muldy! And you sure as hell don't pick up guys in bars!" I never noticed till now how sexy he is when he is mad. Yummy. I slide off the stool. "How about I pick *you* up, in this bar." I grin. I can tell half of him is actually thinking of taking me up on that offer. It's so funny to imagine, so I burst into laughter. He shakes his head and slips an arm around me, helping me back to the room. On the way out the door, some bimbo, with fake blonde hair and huge fake breasts and I know she has had some liposuction done, comes up to Mulder and asks for a dance. He is stuttering like a wussy teenager so I bud in, and say rather loud.. "He don't wanna dance with you!" She looks at me for the first time. "What? Why?" She dares to ask me why!! Well I told her "I will give you 5 reasons! Your fake hair, boobs, hips, thighs and face!" Mulder stands there shocked. I guess I am full of suprises tonight. She gets a little angered by this and lunges at me. So I grab her hair and pull as hard as I can. Mulder manages to break us apart and drag me away back to the room. We get there and the lone gunmen are just about to give up. We decided not to mention the incident to the gunmen. I am bored so I do the only thing that comes to mind. I bounce on the bed and burst into a song, "Somewhere over the rainbow..blue birrddsss flyyyy." I roll around giggling. I hear the gunmen snicker at me, but I ignore them. They decide they will finish their testing tomorrow. They wave at me and Frohickie comes over and whispers, "If you get lonely Darling Agent Scully, feel free to come see me in my room, at *anytime*.. room 303." And he winks. I giggle and pinch his cheeks. "You're a sweetie, hickie." He looks at Mulder and grins from ear to ear and mouths the words 'Oooh yeah'. Mulder rolls his eyes. And so they leave and go to their rooms. I roll onto my stomach and eye Mulder whos studying me and my behavior, like the psycoligist he can be. He sits back down and finishes the drink he started earlier. I crook my finger at him to come over to me. "Scully." he says. "Hmmmm?" "What are you doing?" He sets down his bottle. "I am luring you over here, so we can cuddle Muldy." I don't know when I adapted to this new nick name 'Muldy' but whatever works. "Ain't I being... sssseductive?" I wiggle my eyebrows at him. His eyes go wide. He clears his throat. "Uh, Scully. I think maybe you are delerious. You have been up almost 60 hours. Granted, you have had naps now and then but, not a real good sleep. Sleep depratavtion can be a bad thing, Scully. Let me help you to bed." I frown again. "Muldy, I am in bed." I blink innocently. "Your bed, Scully." he says trying to be strong. I roll my eyes at him. "Your bed, my bed, our bed. Who cares. It's a bed. A king size bed at that. We can share. Pleassse." I bat my eyelashes at him. "Come on Muldy. I don't wanna be alone." He looks at me, almost caring. "Scully, I think your drunk. And on top of not sleeping for long peorids of time, that can be a negitive thing. I don't want to be responsible for anything happening, that you may regret tomorrow...." by this time I had passed out on his bed, again. I thought I heard a door open and shut, a painful prick in my arm and then open and shut again. But I figured it was a dream. An odd one, but one none the less. Next thing I know I woke up, laying next to Mulder. I am feeling back to myself again. He looks so cute, sleeping. We both still have our clothes on, so I feel better. Wouldn't have wanted anything to happen while I was intoxicated, then I wouldn't remember it! I grin to myself and he wakes up, looking at me. "Oh no." he states. "You are *still* drunk???" I laugh slightly. "No. I am fine, Mulder." "I bet you have one hell of a hangover, huh?" I think about it. "Actually, no. I don't." "Hmmm, well good for you. You were acting pretty strange last night Scully. I was worried about you." He looks at me affectionatly and reaches up, pulling my forehead to his lips, where he then places a soft kiss on it. I smile. "Sorry." He nods and gets up. He takes a shower and dresses. I am in my connected room, getting ready too. He knocks on the door and opens it. "I'll be back Scully. Going to see the gunmen, real quick." I nod at him. "Want me to come too?" "No, it won't take long." and he gives me a little wave and leaves. I shrug and lean against the wall. "Oww." I noticed my arm is sore. I look over at it. There is a little hole, like where a needle has pinctured it. Hmmm. Well after a while, a very long while. Like 3 soaps later and the news, Mulder returns. "'Won't take long' huh?" I give him the look. He gives me the puppy dog face he does so well. "Sorry Scully." I sigh, disappointed at his answer. "Mulder.. in the time you've been gone I have found out Brittany is a coniving little devil, Phylis has feelings for Jack, Steffy is still alive, Mara is thinking of leaving her boyfriend and the weather for the whole state sucks!" I take a breath and purse my lips, watching him fiddle around uncomfortably. 'Scullleee! I am sorry. The gunmen found something. You should know about it." I raise an eyebrow at him. "Well I hope I need to know about information on OUR case Mulder. It only makes sence..." "Not about the case.. well not directly, though it may have something to do with it." He bites his lower lip. I watch it. Wishing I could nibble on it myself. Then I remember the conversation we are in and glance back up at him. "Say what Mulder?" I look at him utterly confused. He gives me an odd look at that remark. "Scully, your strange behavior last night.. well I was concerned. You know, you didn't have *that* much to drink. So after you passed out.. I went to the gunmens room and we came back and got a blood sample from you, just to see if you maybe had been...drugged. It's happened before, you know." My eyes are huge. "You ...took...my...blood!!!" I could just spit nails. I would at least like to be notified when something in my body is being taken out and tested on. "Mulder!!..." "Now Scully, you will thank me when you hear what I have to tell you." I sit and glare at him."Um, ok well.. you see.." "Spit it out Mulder!!" "Ok ok.. " he shifts around again. I half way feel bad for him, but no way am I letting him know. "We did find traces of a drug in your system.." he rambled on about what it was and the time it could've been injected, ect ect. I was in shock and just sat there in a daze. He keeps on. "So I figure.. maybe this guy, whoever drugged you, did it to distract attention from himself. Because when the gunmen and I, came in here to get the sample.. mysteriously the metal object, in there room, disappeared.." yeah yeah blah blah blah and I am a freaking FBI agent who can get drugged in her own hotel room and not know it! How the hell.... "And also there is more bad news.. I just got a call on the way back here. Out patient is dead. So we won't be able to ask her the account of events, that she assumed happened." I mean come on here.. I have been through so much education to get where I am today. I am even a doctor! But just any ol' guy can waltz on up in MY hotel room and do as he pleases?? What kind of FBI agent is that! Am I that much of a failure? Oh my god... "So I was thinking maybe some guy.. or some company has been making these "goblins" as they call them, underground, you know. And they can kill people off that they need to. I just don't know how they can be in all different states... it would be highly unlikely that someone would know a person in every capitial. But you never know...." I don't even hear him anymore. I don't care.I am just stunned by these past events. I sit there in a daze for a little while longer, until I finally stop him from wasting anymore of his breath. "Sure. Fine. Whatever." I wave my hand at him to go. "Scully? Are you ok?" "Fine, Mulder. I'm fine." I nod at him, not looking, still just staring into space. He nods, not wanting to go and leave me like this. But maybe somewhere in that alien/conspiracy-filled head, he understands why. "I'll be here if you need me Scully. But I wish you would tell me what's wrong." Ok.. maybe not. He brushes a hand over my cheek and leaves. I lay back down and drift into endless thoughts. Well I am awaken at 7:04pm, by a knock at the door. I get up an unlock it and its Mulder. And he has a plate of food with him. "Room Service." he says with a charming smile as he walks in. That gets him a small smile. I feel alot better since I have had some sleep. We sit on the bed with the food between us. "Figured you might be hungry." I nodd and nibble on some of it. "Thanks." I say not wanting to really talk. But he starts anyway. "Are you feeling better?" "Yes, much." I keep nibbling. "Scully.. please tell me what's wrong. Are you really that upset we took some blood from you. In the condition you were in I didn't think you'd let us and it was just to make sure..." "No Mulder.. it's not that." I sigh and prepare what I am going to say in 1.2 seconds. "Mulder.. I am an awful FBI agent." He looks at me, stunned. "What? Scully you're an excellent.." "No Mulder I'm not. What 'excellent' FBI agent can just get drugged up in her own hotel room. I mean you have to be a special kind of stupid to..." he inturrupts me, "Scully, you hadn't had hardly any sleep in almost 3 days.. when you fell asleep it was a deep one and.. well almost anyone can break into a hotel room, it isn't that hard. Hell I did it alot on field trips in school..." I raise my eyebrow at him. "Uh, but that's beside the point. You do a wonderful job and I couldn't ask for a better partner." he takes my hand gently and holds it. I get all teary eyed and lay my head on his chest. "Thanks Mulder." After that kodak moment I ask "So what did you decide thoes 'goblins' were?" I look up at him. "Well seems they were... " he won't finish his sentence. "What Mulder?" "Um.. " he looks at me apoligeticly, "just... toys. Toys that went bad wrong." I roll my eyes. "Mulder.." "But they were very realistic looking and everything, so I'm sure maybe.. people could mistaken them for.. real ones.. possibily...maybe... " I stare at him. "Ok no.. no way in hell I can see that happening, but thats the only explination." he finally says. "So if they were just toys," I ask "then why would someone drug me." "Well, the people who made them, doesn't want there idenity known. I guess they are scared. So they went to extreme lengths. They have done *alot* to cover their tracks though." I nod. "Well I am just glad it's over. I want to get out of here asap." I stand up to start getting ready to leave this hellacious place. Then Mulder grabs my hand and I stop. He looks up at me, still sitting on my bed. "Scully.. do you remember... anything from last night, while you was in your... drugged-state?" I look at him intently. "Vaguely, yes." He nods and smiles. "And I suppose, everything you said was completely from the drug right?" I smile. "Well half of it was from the drug I know.. " "What half was that?" "The bimbo scene and the bouncing-singing bit I did. That was for sure drug related." I try to hide my smiling. He nods. "But the other part.. with me.." "that I will let you decide, Mulder." I wink at him and pull him up off the bed. He's looking at me stunned, yet again. I smile slowly and reach up, pulling his face close to mine, I just barely brush my lips against his, moving to his ear and whisper, "but I don't think it was." and kiss his cheek lightly. I move him towards our connecting door. "See you in a bit." I say, grinning. He grins back at me, walking back into his room. As I shut the door I hear him mumble, "Wait until I tell Frohike this!." I laugh lightly and start packing. I like this 'shocking Mulder' stuff. This could be fun. XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX From then on things were different.Very different. And very.. nice. Fin.