From: JGreco217@aol.com Date: Fri, 10 Sep 1999 12:57:46 EDT Subject: xfc: New Truth or Dare by Jamie Greco Source: xfc From: JGreco217@aol.com Truth or Dare Author *Jamie Greco* jgreco217@aol.com Rating-PG Classification: Just a little humorous (I hope) ditty with a great deal of UST Spoilers: Nope Summary: Mulder and Scully look for ways to pass the time during a late night stake out. Disclaimer: M&S are not mine, but everything else is. I don't think CC is threatened yet... Archive? Sure, just let me know. Feedback? I'd be heartbroken if you didn't. "Okay, Mulder. By my watch we've been sitting here for almost ten hours." "I think your watch has stopped." "My point exactly. This is becoming...no, this has arrived at ridiculous. He is either not here or never coming out. I think it's time to call it a day." "I think most people call it a day at midnight, which means you're two hours late." "Do I have to walk home, Mulder?" "I couldn't let you walk home, Scully. You'd think me ungallant." "So you'll drive me home?" "Of course. In two hours." "That's it, I'm outta here." "No, no no, Scully. Just give me ninety minutes." "I've given you ten hours." "Not to mention the best years of your life." "Ha. Ha." "Just kidding, Scully. I'm sure you have a few good years in you." "Thanks a lot." "As long as you take care of your teeth." "Meanwhile, you're turning on the ignition and driving me home?" "In one hour." "Mulder..." "One hour, Scully. After all we've meant to each other, surely you can give me one more hour." "One more hour, Mulder. Not one second more." "Great. You can even sleep, if you want." "No way." "Why not?" "Because every time I fall asleep you make fun of me." "I never make fun of you!" "Mulder, if I had a quarter, no, a nickel for every time you've made fun of me...I could quit the FBI and...and..." "And what?" "Well, I haven't decided yet. But it would involve lots of sleeping and absolutely no late night stakeouts." "How would I fit into this picture?" "Wait a minute; I think I see somebody." "You see nothing! You're just trying to change the subject." "No...see. Over there." "You mean the pretend goose with the bonnet. Not the suspect." "Could have been somebody..." 'Yeah, if we were the bad taste police." "Speaking of taste, Mulder, I'm hungry." "I'm not surprised." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing. I just think a little indulgence from time to time is good for the soul." "You've got a lot of room to talk. When's the last time you laid in the grass and watched the clouds?" "When's the last time you ate ice cream that came from a cow?" "When's the last time you took a leisurely walk?" "When's the last time you ate meat that came from a cow?" "What is your sudden preoccupation with farm animals?" "When's the last time you ate cheese from a---oh, we're done with that?" "Seems like it." "Hey, Scully, we can play twenty questions." "No way. Last time you only thought of football players and porn stars." "It's not my fault you don't keep up with popular culture." "Hmmm...." "How about I Spy?" "Mulder..." "Oh! How about truth or dare?" "Truth or dare?" "Yeah, you ask a question and ---" "I know how to play truth or dare, Mulder. You forget I once was a teenage girl." "You'd be surprised how often I remember that, Scully." "I'm not going there." "Good choice." "Mulder, I'm not sure this is the best idea--" "Chicken?" "Are we back to farm animals?" "Cluck, cluck, cluck." "Is that supposed to be your imitation of a chicken?" "Yup." "It's lame." "Then don't make me say it again." "Okay, Mulder. But for thirty-five minutes. That's it. Then we go home." "My apartment or yours?" "Oh, I don't know. Perhaps we should call Skinner and ask him his opinion." "Point taken. Now, who goes first?" "I do." "Why?" "Beauty before age." "Ouch." "Okay, let's see. Mulder, how old were you when you got your first kiss?" "Eight. Okay, Scully---" "Wait a minute! I mean a real kiss!" "Eight." "Come on, Mulder." "Ginny Albright used to chase me around on the playground. I used to run like hell. Then she'd chase me home. I would just barely make it home every day with my virtue intact. Then she hired the biggest kid in class to hold me down while she kissed me." "That explains a lot." "Like what?" "Just...never mind. Did you like it?" "What?" "The kiss." "Yech, no. I hated it. I went home and brushed my teeth." "Really..." "I've changed my mind since then, Scully." "That's good." "I wouldn't even attempt to escape, in case you're wondering." "I'll keep that in mind. Your turn." "Hmm, when was the first time you fell in love?" "Well, I've always felt pretty strongly about Paul McCartney." "Me too!" "Only he's a little too old for me." "Come on, Scully. Or I'll have to dare you." "Ugh! I don't know if I've ever been in love, Mulder. Not really." "Oh, come on. Not in college or even...later?" "Well, there have been times when I thought I was in love. But it turned out to be something less...substantial. You know?" "Yeah..." "I mean, if I were to fall in love with somebody, I would never leave him. I'd never let anything come between us." "Even if he turned out to be a pain in the ass from time to time?" "Even then." "Even if it turned out...that this guy you were in love with...that he was, maybe a little...maybe even a lot--" "Mulder, I believe I've answered your question." "Okay." "My turn, right?" "Right." "Are you going to pout?" "I don't pout, Scully. Pouting is for little girls and--" "And accident prone G-men apparently." "Are you going to ask your question?" "I'm thinking." "Tic-tic." "We've got time to burn, Mulder. Okay, I've got it." "Fire away." "Who do you think is the most attractive person at work?" "Besides Skinner?" "Yeah, besides him." "I mean he's so...burly." "Mulder..." "What?" "You don't want a dare from me." "I don't?" "No. My dares were known to make the strongest weep." "Sounds...intriguing." "Well, you're about to find out." "I'm just afraid that if I told you, you'd use the information against me in some horrific manner." "Like what?" "I don't know, but you know how you are." "No, Mulder, how am I?" "I often wonder." "Mulder, answer the question or face your doom." "I may have to face my doom." "Are you sure?" "Well...yeah. Me and doom are starting to get pretty tight." "Oh, come on, Mulder. Who could it possibly be that would be so terrible for me to know?" "Just give me the dare." "Is it that girl down in accounting who keeps messing up your check so that you have to go down there to sort it out?" "She doesn't do that on purpose, Scully. Dare me." "No, I know! Skinner's secretary! Yeah! Seems to me, I have some dim memory of you flirting with her." "I never flirted with her." "Yeah, right...come on, Mulder. Be a man." "Scully..." "Hmmm?" "Scully, as far as I'm concerned. There's no one, not at work or...or anywhere else that even compares...to...Scully, look." "What?" "That's him, isn't it?" "Yeah, that's him. Incredible timing." "He's getting into his car." "I can see that." "Must be our lucky night." "I thought so." "Looks like you're going to be even later getting home, Scully." "Whatever." "Hey, Scully. What was my dare going to be?" "To tell Skinner you think he's burly." "Yikes." "And you're still on the hook." "You're a harsh task master." "So what's it going to be, Mulder? Truth or dare?" "You know how I feel about the truth, Scully." Like the story? Let me know. jgreco217@aol.com New- Truth or Dare by Jamie Greco Author *Jamie Greco* jgreco217@aol.com Rating-PG Classification: Just a little humorous (I hope) ditty with a great deal of UST Spoilers: Nope Summary: Mulder and Scully look for ways to pass the time during a late night stake out. Disclaimer: M&S are not mine, but everything else is. I don't think CC is threatened yet... Archive? Sure, just let me know. Feedback? I'd be heartbroken if you didn't. "Okay, Mulder. By my watch we've been sitting here for almost ten hours." "I think your watch has stopped." "My point exactly. This is becoming...no, this has arrived at ridiculous. He is either not here or never coming out. I think it's time to call it a day." "I think most people call it a day at midnight, which means you're two hours late." "Do I have to walk home, Mulder?" "I couldn't let you walk home, Scully. You'd think me ungallant." "So you'll drive me home?" "Of course. In two hours." "That's it, I'm outta here." "No, no no, Scully. Just give me ninety minutes." "I've given you ten hours." "Not to mention the best years of your life." "Ha. Ha." "Just kidding, Scully. I'm sure you have a few good years in you." "Thanks a lot." "As long as you take care of your teeth." "Meanwhile, you're turning on the ignition and driving me home?" "In one hour." "Mulder..." "One hour, Scully. After all we've meant to each other, surely you can give me one more hour." "One more hour, Mulder. Not one second more." "Great. You can even sleep, if you want." "No way." "Why not?" "Because every time I fall asleep you make fun of me." "I never make fun of you!" "Mulder, if I had a quarter, no, a nickel for every time you've made fun of me...I could quit the FBI and...and..." "And what?" "Well, I haven't decided yet. But it would involve lots of sleeping and absolutely no late night stakeouts." "How would I fit into this picture?" "Wait a minute; I think I see somebody." "You see nothing! You're just trying to change the subject." "No...see. Over there." "You mean the pretend goose with the bonnet. Not the suspect." "Could have been somebody..." 'Yeah, if we were the bad taste police." "Speaking of taste, Mulder, I'm hungry." "I'm not surprised." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing. I just think a little indulgence from time to time is good for the soul." "You've got a lot of room to talk. When's the last time you laid in the grass and watched the clouds?" "When's the last time you ate ice cream that came from a cow?" "When's the last time you took a leisurely walk?" "When's the last time you ate meat that came from a cow?" "What is your sudden preoccupation with farm animals?" "When's the last time you ate cheese from a---oh, we're done with that?" "Seems like it." "Hey, Scully, we can play twenty questions." "No way. Last time you only thought of football players and porn stars." "It's not my fault you don't keep up with popular culture." "Hmmm...." "How about I Spy?" "Mulder..." "Oh! How about truth or dare?" "Truth or dare?" "Yeah, you ask a question and ---" "I know how to play truth or dare, Mulder. You forget I once was a teenage girl." "You'd be surprised how often I remember that, Scully." "I'm not going there." "Good choice." "Mulder, I'm not sure this is the best idea--" "Chicken?" "Are we back to farm animals?" "Cluck, cluck, cluck." "Is that supposed to be your imitation of a chicken?" "Yup." "It's lame." "Then don't make me say it again." "Okay, Mulder. But for thirty-five minutes. That's it. Then we go home." "My apartment or yours?" "Oh, I don't know. Perhaps we should call Skinner and ask him his opinion." "Point taken. Now, who goes first?" "I do." "Why?" "Beauty before age." "Ouch." "Okay, let's see. Mulder, how old were you when you got your first kiss?" "Eight. Okay, Scully---" "Wait a minute! I mean a real kiss!" "Eight." "Come on, Mulder." "Ginny Albright used to chase me around on the playground. I used to run like hell. Then she'd chase me home. I would just barely make it home every day with my virtue intact. Then she hired the biggest kid in class to hold me down while she kissed me." "That explains a lot." "Like what?" "Just...never mind. Did you like it?" "What?" "The kiss." "Yech, no. I hated it. I went home and brushed my teeth." "Really..." "I've changed my mind since then, Scully." "That's good." "I wouldn't even attempt to escape, in case you're wondering." "I'll keep that in mind. Your turn." "Hmm, when was the first time you fell in love?" "Well, I've always felt pretty strongly about Paul McCartney." "Me too!" "Only he's a little too old for me." "Come on, Scully. Or I'll have to dare you." "Ugh! I don't know if I've ever been in love, Mulder. Not really." "Oh, come on. Not in college or even...later?" "Well, there have been times when I thought I was in love. But it turned out to be something less...substantial. You know?" "Yeah..." "I mean, if I were to fall in love with somebody, I would never leave him. I'd never let anything come between us." "Even if he turned out to be a pain in the ass from time to time?" "Even then." "Even if it turned out...that this guy you were in love with...that he was, maybe a little...maybe even a lot--" "Mulder, I believe I've answered your question." "Okay." "My turn, right?" "Right." "Are you going to pout?" "I don't pout, Scully. Pouting is for little girls and--" "And accident prone G-men apparently." "Are you going to ask your question?" "I'm thinking." "Tic-tic." "We've got time to burn, Mulder. Okay, I've got it." "Fire away." "Who do you think is the most attractive person at work?" "Besides Skinner?" "Yeah, besides him." "I mean he's so...burly." "Mulder..." "What?" "You don't want a dare from me." "I don't?" "No. My dares were known to make the strongest weep." "Sounds...intriguing." "Well, you're about to find out." "I'm just afraid that if I told you, you'd use the information against me in some horrific manner." "Like what?" "I don't know, but you know how you are." "No, Mulder, how am I?" "I often wonder." "Mulder, answer the question or face your doom." "I may have to face my doom." "Are you sure?" "Well...yeah. Me and doom are starting to get pretty tight." "Oh, come on, Mulder. Who could it possibly be that would be so terrible for me to know?" "Just give me the dare." "Is it that girl down in accounting who keeps messing up your check so that you have to go down there to sort it out?" "She doesn't do that on purpose, Scully. Dare me." "No, I know! Skinner's secretary! Yeah! Seems to me, I have some dim memory of you flirting with her." "I never flirted with her." "Yeah, right...come on, Mulder. Be a man." "Scully..." "Hmmm?" "Scully, as far as I'm concerned. There's no one, not at work or...or anywhere else that even compares...to...Scully, look." "What?" "That's him, isn't it?" "Yeah, that's him. Incredible timing." "He's getting into his car." "I can see that." "Must be our lucky night." "I thought so." "Looks like you're going to be even later getting home, Scully." "Whatever." "Hey, Scully. What was my dare going to be?" "To tell Skinner you think he's burly." "Yikes." "And you're still on the hook." "You're a harsh task master." "So what's it going to be, Mulder? Truth or dare?" "You know how I feel about the truth, Scully." Like the story? Let me know. jgreco217@aol.com