From: Xfilegirl420@aol.com Date: 17 Dec 1999 14:11:06 -0800 Title:Trashy Motels and Love Classification:SHR (it's a MSR, of course.) Rating:PG. Maybe PG-13 at the most. Archive: ANYWHERE!!! As long as my name stays on it and you let me know where it is so I can see it. Summary: They get stuck in a trashy motel and things go down (literally) from there. Disclaimer: Not mine. Feedback: No I don't want any. Hahahahah...don't tell me you even believed that for a second. Of course I want it. I have been starving lately so please feed me. Will write for Feedback! Dedication: The original one was dedicated to Dreamshpr cause she helped (waaaaaayyyyy back in the day) me put this together, but that was 2 or maybe 3 years ago. I don't remember...my brain is fried permanently. But this one is now to Morgan (Morgasm41!!!) for being my mission partner and cause she and me are the Secret Squirrels of the net!!! But, shhhhh!, don't tell anyone! Alright I feel this story also deserves an explanation. After all of the feedback I got for my post-ep fan fic I decided to pull out a few old stories of mine that I wrote a long time ago. All of them are from 2-3 years ago, but I am addict to feedback and no one gave me anything for these, but I only posted it on one web site anyway. So this is revised, but will probably be new to almost all of you. I revised it slightly. Hope you all enjoy! Onward to the story. ******************************************************* Trashy Motels and Love 1/1 by: Stephanie Robinson (xfilegirl420@aol.com) Dana Scully stretched out her legs in front of her. Taking off her glasses she pinched nose and sighed. 'God,' she thought,'This new case has already gotten me stressed out and we've barely gotten here or even done anything.' Oh, how she longed to be in her own bed which wasn't stiff and made her back hurt or had god only knows what kind of people or how many in it before her. She looked up at the walls which were painted green, but not like you could tell with all the chips, dents and that white plaster you used to cover up holes on it. And the bathroom, well lets not go there. Scully was afraid to even step in the shower, more the less go to the bathroom. Right then and there she wouldn't be surprised if a roach crossed the floor. Hell, she half expected it. "Where the hell did Mulder find this dump?" She wondered aloud. Scully couldn't wait until tomorrow when they would be in the motel they were originally supposed to stay in was ready. But their reservations got screwed up and written down for tomorrow instead of tonight. There was a knock at the door. Mulder. "What do you want?" She yelled at him the sound coming out more harsh then she meant. Fox Mulder strode in and smiled at her. "Hey, babe. Don't you just love this place?" Scully gave him a look. She didn't really feel into Mulder's bantering right this moment. "Figures you would be comfortable here" Mulder caught her look and raised his eyebrows at her."Oh come on Scully! Use your imagination. Don't you feel like a motor chick?" "No. Can't say that I do." "Your no fun." "Where did you find this place?" She demanded. "Sorry, but as much as I want, I can't take credit for it. The guy down at the place we were supposed to stay said it was the only one with any vacancies. So, unless you want to sleep in the car, this was it." "I'm actually considering that option at this moment." Scully wasn't one to complain but being here she couldn't help it. "Your spoiled." Mulder remarked. "I am not! Can you truthfully tell me that you would rather sleep in this room when at any moment you expect to see roaches the size of rats and rats the size of car wheels come chasing each other from underneath your bed when you could be sleeping in a car that is both a step up, way up, in comfortability, health standards, scenery?" "Well, you always do like sleeping in cars." Scully threw him another look. "You really don't like it?" "Mulder, let me put it this way, I'm surprised that this place is even standing and actually open." He laughed and despite the circumstances she flashed him one of her rare smiles. "So what did you want?" "Oh, you know. Just came to check on you see how you were holding up, and I take it not very well, and talk about the case or whatever." "So talk." Mulder crossed over to the bed where she was sitting and sat at he end by her feet. The bed groaned under the weight, tilted downward and with a loud sound-- Broke. Mulder slid to the floor with a thud. Scully soon followed and landed on top of him. The bed was now tilted like a slide and stood only on its top two legs. The pillows--if you could call them pillows -- landed on them as well. Scully started laughing first and Mulder soon joined in. "I guess you'll have to sleep in the car now, huh?" he commented. "You jerk! you broke my bed!" Scully grabbed one of the so called pillows nearby and hit him over the head with it. "Ow, Scully! That hurt. And besides you shouldn't blame me, that bed had it comin." Mulder protested. "Yeah and then you sat on it." "Hey! You should watch it there, chunky," he said as he pinched her stomach lightly. Scully squirmed under his light touch. "Don't do that!" "Oooh. Is somebody ticklish?" He asked as he poked her in the stomach. Once more squirming away she responded, "No. I'm not. that is just a normal reaction." In truth was that she had always been and her brothers tortured her endlessly about it. "Yeah, right. Science won't save you this time." "Save me from what? You? Whatever Mulder. Somehow you always seem to forget that I'm a doctor. If anything, you should be afraid of me." He grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head one-handedly. He put his other to work on her stomach. "Wanna bet?" Scully tried to hold back from laughing, but didn't seem to make it. Once again squirming endlessly, she began to laugh. "Mulder!!...Come on! Quit it!!" she managed to get in between gasps of air. Seeming oblivious to her cries she noticed he appeared to be enjoying this. And he was. 'That bastard,' she thought unmeaningly. Tears of laughter were coming out of her eyes. "Mulder, this isn't fair. Your using my weakness against me." "Isn't that what we taught to do in the academy. Find the enemies weakness and use it against them?" "But since when was I the enemy?" He stopped tickling her for a moment. "You're not. But still, it's my only excuse as of now." "Well, then this is unfair. I don't know your weakness. Plus, you practically have me held captive." "Sorry. But, that just won't do. After all these years, you should at least know one of my weaknesses." "Ummm....Look! Behind you! It's a UFO!" "Nope. Not falling for it," he said. "Try again." "None of them apply to this kind of a situation," Scully argued "Sorry." Once again he began his torture. "Mulder!!! Come on! Look, I'm crying!" she indicated the best she could without any hands to her eyes. He stopped. "There." Confused, she asked, "There what?" "There's my weakness." Arching an eyebrow out of complete utter confusion now, she asked, "What was it?" "You. When you said you were crying. Whether it's tears of laughter or sadness, it don't matter to me. I still could have hurt you and that scares me." "Well, since I'm in such agonizing pain," Scully said sarcastically, "Ya wanna let my hands go?" "You're not going to hit me are you?" "No. Nor am I going to inflict any form of physical pain on you," she promised. "Although, I have to tell you that I'm not sure whether or not to hit you or kiss you." He smiled and released her hands, but still kept her pinned underneath him. "But, I also have to let you know I'm leaning more towards the latter," Scully said dropping her voice just a notch. "I'll leave that up to you, though." "I'm not sure you want to do that, Scully," He warned. "I can't be held responsible for my actions after my choice." "I've been taking chances with you for a rather long while now, and I'm still alive. What could it hurt to trust you again?" "Point taken." He leaned down and pressed his lips softly to hers. Scully took her time and let him lead. For awhile, anyway, before she took over and deepened it. Finally pulling away after have seeming lost in eternity forever, he looked down at her. His Scully's cheeks were flushed, lipstick completely wiped off, mascara smeared under one eye from earlier, and her eyes were half closed. She looked more beautiful to him at this moment then she ever had before. "Now what?" He asked. "Do you have to ask?" she said. "Now you kiss me again." He smiled and did as he was told. Mulder never minded much listening to her, anyway. ******************************************************* THE END!!! Alright I feel the need, since I am very self conscious, to remind you that this was an 7th grade to 8th graders writing work. Play nice with me and give me some feedback! BTW I am now a proud sophomore! Whoohoo!!!