Date: Wed, 26 Feb 1997 18:50:00 +1000 From: Kristine Thomas To: x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Subject: Time Slip 1/1 by Kristine Thomas Please be gentle, I'm actually posting this myself for the first time. The Usual Bit Before The Good Stuff. TITLE: Time Slip SUMMARY: Strange things are seen and heard when Scully gets back from a particularly harrowing case. (Tells you nothing doesn't it. Good. I usually can't write these things without giving the whole thing away!) AUTHOR: Kristine Thomas (Thomask@s054.aone.net.au) SPOILERS: The Field Where I Died (More like a mention) RELATIONSHIP WARNING: Yep. Friendshippers avert your eyes. THE BORING STUFF. Mulder and Scully are not mine. Neither are Mrs Scully and Melissa Scully. If you think they are, where have you been? (They would, however, make great presents. Imagine finding DD under your christmas tree, unwrapped, so to speak!!!!! ;-)) They belong to the creative genius Chris Carter, 1013, and Fox. And to the wonderful actors, Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny, who bring them to life. Don't bother to sue me, if I had enough money to pay, I wouldn't have time to do this for fun! FEEDBACK IS GOOD! If you have a comment, good or bad, please let me hear it. I can take anything. I have trusty MulderBear to cry to if things get too much! (Any excuse right!) ************************** Time Slip By Kristine Thomas {Thomask@s054.aone.net.au} ************************** Scully's Apartment Friday 3 March 1995 2.12am Pulling her briefcase and overnight bag from the trunk of her F.B.I standard Ford Taurus, Dana Scully stifled a yawn. She hadn't slept in over seventy-two hours and was longing for a hot shower and her own bed. Using her elbow to slam the trunk closed she shifted her grip on the bags and headed for the front door of her apartment building. She wondered, albeit briefly, how Mulder was doing. Their last week had been spent living a real life nightmare. They had been called in by the Mississippi Field Office to consult on a particularly grim murder case in which a four year old boy had been killed in the basement of his home while his parents had been working late. It was a case somewhat outside their normal, or abnormal, parameters but the Mississippi agents had been working the case for two months and hadn't been able to get a grip. Given Mulder's aptitude for behavioural profiles, and her own for forensics, they had asked her and Mulder for their spin on the case. It had only taken them three days to pinpoint the babysitter as the killer but those three days had been particularly hard on Scully. She had found herself 'identifying' with the mother - a well known doctor who was trying to balance both a highly successful career as head of surgery at a nearby hospital and a family. The father too was career-oriented, a psychiatrist who not only ran a practice but taught at the university. Scully had seen herself in the role; alone, because she did not really know her husband, and grieving for the child she had never made the time to know. Dana sighed. It wasn't like she would be having any children in the forseeable future. She had long ago relegated that dream to the bottom of her to do list. And anyway, didn't one need a partner first? Frowning, she tried to push all considerations of the case and the more personal thoughts it provoked to the back of her mind, she didn't feel up to facing them now. Monday and the writing of the reoprt would come soon enough. Glancing at her watch as she used her hip to push open the door to her building she decided to give Mulder a call in the morning. It was late and he needed his sleep - if he actually was sleeping, she thought. Mulder had what you could call 'unorthodox' sleeping patterns, averaging about two hours a night. Sighing, she started down the corridor to her apartment, shifting her grip on the bags again. Mulder's sleeping habits aside, Scully needed her rest. Being so caught up in her thoughts she didn't notice the light spilling out from under her door until she was almost in front of it. "That's weird," Scully murmured to herself, reaching with her free hand to unclip her gun. "I'm sure I didn't leave any lights on". Dropping her bags next to the door she slipped her key into the lock. She assumed that her mother must have come by while she was out of town, but in her line of work, she wasn't going to take any chances. Scully's Apartment Friday 3 March 2000 1.52am The light from the TV flickered, casting an eerie glow over the room, the credits rolling on some trashy cable movie. Mulder sat at the end of the couch, his sock clad feet resting on the coffe table next to two empty red wine glasses. Asleep, Scully lay across him, her head nestled against his shoulder and her bottom nestled snugly in his lap. Resting his cheek against her hair, Mulder breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. It was a new scent, relatively sepaking and yet, somehow, he felt that he had always known it. Kind of like he had smelled it in another life, he though a little harshly, recalling the Melissa Ephesian saga. That, however, was in the past and they had moved beyond it. Progress had been slow but the had moved beyond it nonetheless. Mulder grinned as he recalled some of their more recent attempts at moving beyond it. Those after they had acknowledged their emotions. He had known that Scully was a passionate person and yet the first time they had made love - a short three months ago - had exceeded even his wildest fantasies. She had actively sought his pleasure and willingly accepted her own. Smiling at the images his eidetic memory threw up at him, Mulder glanced at the clock on the VCR and realised how late it was. He sighed. Time to drag himself home. They still had work tomorrow, but then they had all weekend. Mulder ran a gentle finger down Scully's cheek and watched her eyelids flutter as she awoke. "Hey there". "Movie over?" Scully murmured sleepily, rubbing her face against his shirt. "Yeah," Mulder nodded, shifting his position a little. "I should go". Scully reached up and rested a small hand against face. She smiled as he leaned into the contact and rubbed her fingertips softly against his five o'clock shadow. With thoughts of the erotic dream that he had woken her from swirling in her head she murmured "No, stay here tonight". Mulder frowned a little. They would be guaranteed to be late to work tomorrow and they wouldn't get much sleep so they probably wouldn't get much work done when the got there either. So it probably wasn't a good idea for him to stay if they were trying to keep things quiet. Then he looked down at her face. Saw the desire in her eyes, a little muted by sleepiness but there nevertheless. She shifted restlessly in his lap and he felt his own instinctive and immediate response. And he caved, leaning down to brush his lips against hers. Beneath him, Scully arched her back up and threaded her fingers through Mulder's hair, letting out a long, low moan from the back of her throat. Lifting his head from her neck, Mulder smiled and pushed back off the couch. Scully's eyes flew open and she looked up at him, groaning with disappointment. As she watched, Mulder's eyes travelled the length of her body. From her thick tousled hair to her passion clouded eyes. Her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath she took. The smooth skin of her stomach disappearing into the waistband of her jeans. He grinned wider. "Good things come to those who wait, Scully" he murmured, bending down to lightly kiss her cheek before slipping one arm behind her back and the other under her knees. He pulled her off the couch and against his chest, nipping gently at her earlobe. Scully sighed and turned her head, bringing her lips to rest against Mulder's neck. She traced the path of his pulse from his collarbone to his jaw with her tongue then licked and nibbled her way down his jaw to his chin. Mulder pulled his head away from her questing mouth and staggered towards her bedroom. Scully shifted her attention to the buttons of his shirt, slipping them from their holes with the precision of a surgeon. Pushing the shirt away she transferred her attention to his shoulder, combining gentle kisses and teasing cat-like licks. Stopping dead in the middle of her bedroom, Mulder groaned. He couldn't trust himself to continue the journey to the bed with Scully focusing all her attention on him like that. As Mulder dropped his arm from around her knees, Scully unfolded her legs and pushed Mulder's shirt away from his other shoulder, letting it drop to the floor behind him. She planted a firm kiss in the middle of his chest then moved slowly backwards to the bed, unfastening her jeans as she moved, grinning in acknowledgement of the desire she saw in his eyes. Still surprised at the depth of emotion between them, Scully considered herself one of the lucky ones. One of those fortunate people who had found the person they were destined to spend their entire life with. Not that they were engaged or anything. Yet. There was still much to be resolved. Both brought much heavy baggage into the relationship. But Scully knew, instinctively, that something was incredibly right about this relationship. Pulling herself out of her thoughts and back to reality, Scully wriggled her hips, sliding out of her jeans and panties. She stood up to her full height, all five foot three inches of it and eyed her partner. Her best friend. Her lover. She held out her arms. "Come here". Scully's Apartment Friday 3 March 1995 2.15 am Kicking her bags inside and the door closed behind her, Scully shrugged out of her trench coat and threw it on to the pile of bags in a very un-Scully-like manner. She started across her living room, still wary but it didn't feel like she was in any danger. "Ohhhhhh GOD" Scully stopped dead in her tracks. 'Well,' she thought, a little smile crossing her features, 'at least someone has a life'. She assumed that the sounds of passion belonged to her new, young and extremely playful neighbour and whomever his latest plaything was. She toed off her black heels, flicking them towards the couch and continued across the living room heading for the kitchen. She hit the playback button on her answering machine on the way past. "Hey Dana, it's your little brother............" "Dana, it's your mother. Call me". "This is Michael, from the video store. 'The American President' is a week late......." Dana, it's your mother again....." Wandering into the kitchen as she listened to the messages, Scully made a mental note to call her mother tomorrow. This was the first weekend in eight that she didn't have to work, so they could get together for lunch, maybe do a little shopping. Skinner had informed them that they were not to show their faces in the office before Monday. She grinned. A little enforced vacation never hurt anyone. "Hi, this is Anglea from Le Boutique. The suit you ordered has arrived........" "Dana, it's Missy. Ring me when you get in, Mark is in town and he's dying to meet you.." Ahh, Melissa had another boyfriend. Dana wondered if that wasn't what her mother's calls were about. She smiled sadly. Melissa sure knew how to pick 'em. Wondering what her sister had got herself into this time, Dana opened a cupboard and pulled out the bottle of expensive scotch that she kept for occasions like this. Moving around the kitchen she grabbed a glass and added some ice. As she poured the golden liquid, the eyes of the little boy that had been killed invaded her mind. His eyes had been the colour of the scotch, a clear golden brown. "The eyes are the windows to the soul" she murmured aloud, recalling the fear that had been evident in the photos they had found at the crime scene. His eyes had been the colour of Mulder's eyes, she mused. She had learnt to tell exactly what Mulder was thinking from the colour his eyes were at the time. The same would have been true of the little boy. He had even looked like she imagined Mulder to have looked at that age. Taking a long swallow of her drink, Scully made a concerted effort to push all thoughts of the case from her mind again. She ran a hand through her hair and down to the back of her neck, rubbing the tense muscles there gently. Leaning her hip against the kitchen bench, she closed her eyes. "Ohhhhhhh Mulderrrrrr" Scully's eyes flew open in surprise and the scotch glass dropped as her hand relaxed shattering loudly at her feet. She didn't notice the glass. That was her voice. Screaming Mulder's name in the throes of passion. But she was standing in her kitchen and it couldn't actually be her screaming. God, she hadn't screamed like that in almost two years. No, no one had ever made her scream like that. Shaking her head to clear it, Scully decided that she was hearing things. Not enough sleep. Definitely. She was overtired and her mind was playing tricks on her. She turned to the kitchen sink and grabbed a dishcloth to clean up the mess. "Dana, yeah......oh god, Scully, don't stop....." Nope. There was another voice, and this time it was Mulder, calling for her. And it seemed to be coming from within her apartment. From her bedroom. "Frohicke," she called, moving towards the living room. "Is that you?" Her hand slid to her gun, pulling it from her holster. It has to be the Gunmen, she thought, resolving to kill Frohicke when she got her hands on him, but she wasn't going to take any chances. Her bedroom door stood ajar, soft flickering light glowing from behind it. Easing the door open a little more she slid around, her back against the doorframe and covered her mouth on a gasp. Scully's Apartment Friday 3/3/2000 2.32am Mulder's head lolled backwards and connected with the bedhead. Hard. And he didn't even notice. He was too mesmerised by what Scully was doing to him. He lay spreadeagled on the bed, propped up on pillows, Scully's head buried between his legs. With an almost imperceptible touch Scully grazed her teeth lightly along his shaft, covering her teeth with her lips as she reached the sensitive tip, sucking softly instead. Continuing backwards, she sat on her haunches and, rolling his sac in her hand she watched him for a moment. Mulder was breathing heavily, his eyes almost closed but not quite. His mouth was open and Scully could see muscles twitching in his chest and neck. God, she thought. He is beautiful. She loved to be able to give him pleasure like this. He had had so few people actually do things, nice things, for him. Things that showed their love for him. And so many people had blamed him for the bad things. Including himself. Her forehead scrunched a little as she frowned. He scared her sometimes. She wondered if his guilt would not, one day, get him into something that he couldn't get out of. It was this dark side that had influenced her to avoid a relationship for so long. To ruthlessly squash any feelings that arose. She hadn't thought then that they would be able to be happy together. She had then been unwilling to take the risk. Feeling him shift restlessly against the bed she dragged her attention back into the moment. She couldn't make him wait forever. From half open eyes Mulder watched as Scully bent her head back to his straining member. He reached out to stop her with a hand on her shoulder. "No..." he murmured, "...together". Smiling her million dollar smile, Scully nodded and slid slowly back up Mulder's body and pressed her lips to his. Wrapping his arms around her, Mulder rolled Scully beneath him, thrusting his tongue deeply into her mouth. Reaching down he grabbed her knees, pulling them up so that her thighs were nestled against his waist. Gently, he placed himself at her entrance and, holding her gaze with his own, slowly pushed inside. Scully's Apartment Friday 3/3/1995 2.35am Dana Scully felt like a voyeur in her own home and she wasn't quite sure what to do about it. She was standing in the doorway of her bedroom watching herself make love to Fox Mulder. Her partner. Her work partner. These fantasies she had been indulging in of late were getting way out of hand. It must be me, Scully breathed to herself as the Scully on the bed wrapped her legs around Mulder's waist, revealing the birthmark on the back of her thigh. Common sense broke through. It CAN'T be me, Scully told herself sharply. I'm standing here. In the doorway. Watching. So what the hell is going on? But still she hung back, watching, unable to bring herself to interrupt. There was something so beautiful about the scene that she couldn't bring herself to intrude. Nor could she bring herself to move away. So she stood, transfixed: poised on the edge of reality. Scully's Apartment Friday 3/3/2000 2.36am Exercising every iota of restraint he possessed, Mulder stilled his thrusts, resting atop Scully and reveling in the feeling of skin against skin. "You know Scully..." he breathed, his eyes flashing as they looked deeply into hers, "...it's almost like time stops when I'm inside you". He took a deep breath and touched his lips to hers, denying her the opportunity to respond. Not that she could. A short, snappy, signature Scully reply fluttered in the far reaches of her brain, something about aliens and time and universal invariants, but brain function was limited at the moment. And anyway, now wasn't really the right time for smart assed comebacks. It was time for action. So she responded in kind. Pushing her tongue deep inside Mulder's mouth and swallowing his passionate moans, Scully thrust her hips up against him, wrapping her arms more tightly around his back to pull his chest more tightly against her. In response Mulder began to move in counterpoint to her, slowly at first in an attempt to make it last. She was so hot and wet and she was making such erotic noises and squeezing around him so tight...... Mulder knew it was going to take enormous effort. But he was going to do his damndest. "Mulder, oh please..." Scully murmured, gulping as she strove to breathe. She was almost there, she was right on the edge, about to fall head first into that exquisite place that only he had ever been able to take her to. Maintaining his rhythm, Mulder hung on for the ride, determined to please her before he allowed himself the same. He felt Scully arch beneath him, her muscles tightening and releasing around him with incredible strength. And that was all he needed to join her. Scully's Apartment Friday 3/3/1995 2.42am Scully felt her face flush, partly from arousal and partly from embarrassment. She was getting off on watching her twin make love to her partner. She shuddered a little as she watched the climax on the bed, soft waves of pleasure washing over her. She glanced around the room, uncomfortable with the thoughts running through her head, taking her eyes away from the couple entwined on the bed. Somehow the embrace in the afterglow of their passion seemed more intimate than what she had already seen. Scully's eyes fell on the small calendar she kept on her bookshelf and her jaw dropped. It was flipped to March 2000. Not the 1995 she actually believed it to be. What the hell was going on? She clearly remembered flipping the calendar before she went on their last case. Shaking her head she turned back to the bed, now fully intending to make her presence known and get some questions answered. But when she turned back to the bed there was no one there. "What?" she breathed, seeing a neatly made bed before her, pillows fluffed and piled just as she liked them. There was no sign of anyone having made passionate love in it the minute before. She glanced back to the calendar. March 1995. "I need a life" Scully declared to the walls shaking her head a little. These fantasies were getting weirder and weirder. She began to move towards the bed, intending to check for the tell tale signs.. but she stopped half way and turned on her heel. It was a hallucination, she told herself sternly. Intending to heading for the bathroom, she shed her jacket and skirt, leaving them where they fell in the middle of the room. It was time to get some sleep. She might talk to Mulder about it in the morning. Scully was sure he would have an explanantion for her little hallucination. Turning, a glint of gold on the floor near her bed caught her eye. Something was partially obscured by the edge of her quilt. She picked it up and immediately dropped it again in surprise. It was a condom wrapper. An empty condom wrapper. She hadn't slept with anyone in this bed since Jack. What the hell? THE END AUTHORS BITS! 1. Editors: many thanks to Euphrosyne- You are a gem! And to my totally net illiterate reader Katie Ann. Thanks for telling me how great I am while kicking me in the backside. 2. A big THANKYOU should go to Jane Goldman, the author of "Book of the Unexplained" Vol I. It was from her book that I got the idea for this story. If you want to read a little about the phenomenon of time slips, see her book, pages 9-10. This book is great for beating writers block when you have NO ideas! -- Kristine Thomas Thomask@s054.aone.net.au 'Shipper Extraordinairre Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you. Mulder "Soft Light"