From jtooms@juno.com Sat Sep 28 21:06:57 1996 Return-Path: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Received: from chaos.taylored.com (chaos.taylored.com [206.53.224.58]) by sh1.ro.com (8.7.6/8.6.9) with SMTP id WAA01252 for ; Sat, 28 Sep 1996 22:22:38 -0500 Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 29 Sep 1996 02:16:36 -0000 Delivered-To: x-files-fanfic-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 29 Sep 1996 02:16:34 -0000 Delivered-To: xff-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by uid 1003); 29 Sep 1996 02:16:07 -0000 Received: (qmail-queue invoked from smtpd); 29 Sep 1996 02:15:04 -0000 Received: from x10.boston.juno.com (205.231.101.25) by chaos.taylored.com with SMTP; 29 Sep 1996 02:14:52 -0000 Received: (from jtooms@juno.com) by x10.boston.juno.com (queuemail) id WAE20358; Sat, 28 Sep 1996 22:13:50 EDT To: x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Date: Sat, 28 Sep 1996 18:06:57 PST Subject: Famous Car Scene from "Tooms" 1/1 Message-ID: <19960928.181012.3262.6.JTooms@juno.com> X-Mailer: Juno 1.00 X-Juno-Line-Breaks: 4-12,15-16,20-21,24-29,36-37,41-42,45-46,48-49, 52-53,55-60,63-64,68-69,71-76,78-79,82-83,86-89,91-92,95-96, 100-101,104-105,107-119 From: jtooms@juno.com (Jamie H Malos) Sender: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Precedence: bulk X-UIDL: 81e49451422c1284972f49c505ffd09d The X Files' Scully, Mulder, and everyone else on the show that was not created out of my head are Mr. Chris Carter's, and any other writers'. Fox Broadcasting, and Ten-Thirteen Productions also sorta own this too, and as no permission was asked, no copyright infringement or profit is intended. Famous Car Scene from "Tooms" By Jamie Malos *Mutant Bride* OutThere1@juno.com "It's not enough. It doesn’t tie it to Tooms," Mulder said. He handed the photo back. Scully sitting next to him, felt hurt. She'd... she'd begin to believe because of him. For him. "Well it's a start," she muttered optimistically. He looked out the car window. She noticed his habits of keeping the car "clean". "Mulder, it's getting a bit ripe in here, don't you think?" she picked up a Styrofoam carrier for cups. He moved the trash around and picked out a plastic wrapped object. He tore it open, the plastic crinkling. "Pine- scented," he announced, waving the freshener in her face. "Whew!" He hung it up after taking a big sniff. "Better?" Mulder and his jokes. He's avoiding something, she thought. He kept the conversation going. "Tooms hasn't come out of the house all day," the white two story was ominous in the dark. Even in the safety of a car. But it wasn't bad as where Tooms had lived before! "I sat through a Philles game, an Orioles game, and four hours of ba- ba- booey. When it got dark I took a walk around the block. Do you have that sandwich I asked you to bring?" "It's liverwurst," she handed it to Mulder. Ha- ha, he mouthed. He'd been watching an awful amount of time. Has he gone to sleep lately? Her thoughts turned to Eugene Tooms. She didn't want to meet him again. Ever. She unobservably shuddered. But she was worried about Fox. "Mulder, you know that proper surveillance requires two pairs of agents, one pair relieving the other after twelve hours." "Article 30, paragraph 7?" Evidently he'd memorized the rule book. Ironic. "This is not about doing it by the book. This is about you not having slept for three days! Mulder, your going to get sloppy and your going to get hurt. It's inevitable at this point." "A request for other agents to stake out Tooms would be denied. Then we'll have no grounds." "Well then, I'll stay here. You go home."   Mulder sighed. SHE would get hurt. Either she cared about him, wish he hoped that was true, or she wanted some glory. No. I can't risk Tooms attacking her again. It's not that she's helpless it's... I don’t know. "They're out to put an end to the X-Files Scully." The words popped out. "I don't know why, but any excuse will do. Now I don't really care about my record, but you'd be in trouble just sitting in this car. And I hate to see a reprimand in your career file because of me." Mulder looked over at her. He didn't want her getting in trouble. She'd seen how much he'd care about his record. He cared about hers. Scully looked at the floor. "Fox..." He suddenly chuckled. "I... even made my parents call me Mulder." "Mulder, I wouldn't put myself on the line for anybody but you." She sounded serious, and full of concern. Matching his worries for her. He faced Scully again. She remained looking at him. Mulder made himself remember they partners. Because he was feeling something grow in him he'd thought he'd never feel for her. "If there's an ice tea in that bag, it could be love." He motioned at the paper bag by her feet. Platonic.. platonic, he kept repeating. Platonic relationship. She looked and picked the parcel up. "Must be fate, Mulder. Root beer." He sighed loudly. He was almost glad though, it hadn't been what he'd guessed. He was almost afraid to know what would happen. "Your delirious. Go home and get some sleep," Scully's authoritive voice said. She began to pack up. She thinks I'm crazy because I haven't slept! She doesn’t believe how I feel... "Here take my sandwich. I only had one bite. Your going to want it later, believe me." He decided for HER, he'd do what she said. His mind abruptly flooded with memories of Tooms attacking her. "And you'll call me if anything happens. IMMEADIATELY. I'll be here. "Oh and 11:30, station 790. Pete Rose Late Night Sports Talk Radio Show," he grinned and nodded. He'd been avidly listening while watching for the liver-eater. Scully returned the smile, half rolling her eyes as she left. Maybe she does know how I feel, he wondered, watching her go. She mumbled as his car left, "Wouldn't miss it for the world." THE END ''Would you want to see, If seeing meant that you would have to believe?" -Joan Osborne 'One of Us'