From: Tom and Anne Simpson Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1999 17:41:19 -0700 Subject: i got an x-files story that i would like to post hi! i would really appreciate it if you would please post my fanfic on your website. Thank you! This is a MSR, and may contain spoilers for small potatoes. it is simply a scenario that what would have happened in small potatoes if Mulder hadn't broken in and Eddie would have kissed scully? anyway, if anyone wants to send my feedback i live off of it. anyway, here it is. hope it meets thes specifications for indetns and smart quotes. thank you again! my adress is simpson@ecentral.com thank you! I gestured Mulder in, wondering what was up. He didn't seem to be totally focused on a case like he almost always was when he came to my apartment. He seemed?different, somehow. I chalked it up to the fact that he just wanted to chat for once. He was always so focused absolutely on the goal of "the truth", that it was odd when he left it. Ah well. Let's just enjoy the company while we can, huh Dana? I asked myself. The company and the wine, I mean. If he had brought it, I ought to drink it. Common courtesy, you know? A little voice nagged. Is that the only reason why you want the wine? C'mon, Dana, we all know that you've gone without a good Irish alcoholic showdown for a while. All right, all right, yeah I haven't gotten good and drunk in a while. It will be funny to see Mulder loosen up and get drunk for once without embarrassing you in front of your co-workers for a change. I was reminded of a certain FBI party that me and Mulder had attended? A while later, we were both a little drunk, and I was thoroughly enjoying it. I was also enjoying the fact that for once Mulder was listening patiently to me tell a story that he would normally consider frivolous. Not that he wouldn't listen patiently otherwise, but then he would listen and immediately after get back to work. My partner could be an excruciating sonofabitch when he wanted to, but thankfully he seemed to have left his most annoying character trait back in his apartment. I giggled at the way his eyes changed in laughter from a hazel to a cold green-blue. I was momentarily startled, but then my admittedly drunken mind, still scientific, said it was the light. I giggled more at the thought I had been startled. "I can't believe that I'm actually telling you this." I said the words before I had thought about them. "I'm surprised you haven't told me before." He laughed. It was a wonderful throaty sound. I joined in. Then he leaned in, his face close to mine. I wondered what he was doing. It was only when his lips had touched mine that I realized. Oh my god. He was kissing me. Mulder. My partner was kissing me. I stiffened slightly, and he pulled away. I reacted instinctively. My body almost hurtled towards his, and our lips met again. He went down on the couch with an oomf. I lay on top of him. I knew he must be uncomfortable, for when he fell his back arched over the armrest and his head had hit the small table. But he still kissed me with a fervor. His hands had been wrapped up around my back since I had hit him with a body-slam, but then they began to rub themselves over my shoulders, gradually moving down until they were on my buttocks. I broke away, gasping for breath. He gazed up at me, and I felt a sudden possessive surge. This man was mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine. I repeated to myself. MINE! I took possession of my man that night. Eddie traced her spine with his right pinky finger. She was very beautiful, every inch of her. He was surprised that Fox hadn't taken her before. From a conversation they had had right after their first lovemaking, he got the impression that she was actually madly in love with Mulder. But the ass hadn't taken her invitation. Ah well. If he had, Eddie guessed that if he had, there would have been too much unspoken love-names and such that he wouldn't have known and thus wouldn't have been able to pick up quickly enough so that she wouldn't suspect. She had said dreamily, "It is so great that you finally have learned, Mulder. I feel like I've been waiting forever." Eddie hadn't said anything, only started to caress her again. She shivered, and soon they were back to his favorite pastime. We both woke up with the mother of all headaches. It was a Saturday morning, so we woke up around eleven. Surprisingly, he was the one who woke me up- I would have thought to get up before him. He's such an insomniac- you'd think that whenever he finally got to sleep, he'd be unable to wake up at all. Ah well. Don't worry Dana. There was probably just some noisy neighbors or something. But some reason, the suspicion crept inside me. Mulder just seemed?different? I can't really put it in more scientific terms than that. I shook my head, and followed Mulder to the refrigerator. "Do you want some iced tea, Mulder?" I asked conversationally. To my surprise, he shook his head. "No thanks, Dana. I don't like iced tea." I stopped dead. Mulder loved iced tea. I shook my head again. Maybe he just didn't feel like it today. I reached into the cupboard and pulled out a packet of sunflower seeds. I offered them to Mulder, and again he didn't want any. I stared at him, standing in front of the refrigerator in his boxers. He didn't want sunflower seeds? What was with this guy today? And speaking of which, Dana, is it you imagination or is he shorter? My head came to his chin today. I shook my head resolutely, willing those thoughts out of my head. We finally settled on just eating cheap cereal out of the box. It was my guilty secret, but I hide Cocoa Krispies in my pantry. Thankfully, Mulder didn't laugh. He just mutely took the box from my hands. Come to think of it, that was odd in and of itself. I almost expected the teasing that usually goes with anything, even if Mulder accepts it. I told myself I was being overactive imagination- My alarm system dinged. Something was wrong. Mulder was standing in front of me, with his front to the table and his back to me. Everything seemed to come together- all the little signs. This wasn't Mulder. I wasn't sure quite how I knew, but I definitely knew. But who could it be? As far as I could tell, although who knew with his sister kidnapped by aliens, Mulder didn't have any identical twins. Which meant- I inhaled sharply. The not-Mulder turned around inquiringly, and I said in a rush, "I'm fine Mulder." He nodded, and turned back to his bowl of Cocoa Krispies. I knew with almost certainty now that this was not Mulder. "I'm fine." is my danger signal. And even when the real Mulder decided not to ask me about it, he would have searched my eyes. But there was one final test to determine whether or not this was the real Mulder, or the person I hoped he wasn't. I stepped towards him, and laid my stomach on his back, melding to him. He straightened, apparently expecting another round of sex. My hand sneaked down to his boxers, and my fingers slipped below the elastic. I found it. The small, round scar. I was filled with a blind rage. I hoped-prayed- that Eddie hadn't killed Mulder just to take his place. If he had, and this sonofabitch was still alive?I didn't know what I would do. My hand crept up to Eddie's neck- No. That isn't the way to defuse the situation. My ingrained FBI training said. So I forced my face to smooth over. As Eddie turned around, I smiled up at him. He grinned back. My voice became a sultry alto. "Stay right here." I said. "I'll be back." I walked out of the kitchen with a seductive sway of my hips into the bedroom. As soon as I knew Eddie wouldn't be able to see me, I let my walls around my emotions down. I just stood there, silently shaking with anger, for about a minute until my senses returned. After all, I didn't want the sonofabitch to get away with this. I dressed quickly, throwing on a pair of jeans and sweatshirt. I didn't want to turn in a suspect in only a t-shirt. I also took the time to collect some of Mulder's clothes and my gun. Eddie wondered what was taking her so long. He wandered aimlessly into the short hallway to her bedroom. He glanced over into the bathroom, and then turned away? Into the barrel of a gun. It poked its muzzle against his throat. He could barely breathe past the cold metal. He followed it to the hands of? Dana Scully? What? I gritted my teeth. It was hard for me to resist blowing the bastard's head off. If he had harmed a single hair on Mulder's head? Cool down, Dana. Walk slowly back to the kitchen." I heard my cold voice say. "You make one threatening move, and I will shoot you. And no-one survives a throat shot." I gave him a cold grin. His eyes went wide, then changed to blue. I almost lost the grip on my gun, but regained it before Eddie did anything else. Then his face changed. He went from Mulder, to Eddie. He shrugged. "Guess there's no point in resisting, huh?" Two hours later, Eddie was in custody and I was going with two other trained FBI agents to where he had said Mulder was being held. I wasn't driving- one of the two male agents was- and I considered it a good thing. If I was, I would be cutting off pedestrians and running lights like hell. I was simply too keyed up, and not by the fact the Mulder could be dead; more because I had decided to finally tell him I loved him. I could hear him pounding at the steel door and yelling at the top of his lungs as soon as I went down into the hospital basement. "Mulder!" I shouted. "Sculleeee!" he shouted back. It was followed by more pounding. "Is Eddie there with you?" "No, he's in custody now. H was impersonating you, Mulder." I was close enough now to see his door. I could barely make out his face pressed up against an inset of mesh in the door. Damn electric lights! I cursed in my mind. "What'd he do?" I was only about five feet away now. I tried to make my voice light. I'd tell him all the rest later. "almost nothing, Mulder." "Tell me, what did he do?" "Mulder! I'll tell you later!" I was right to the door now, with the two other agents right behind me. He subsided as the worked on the door with a small flame. I hoped he would remain quiet. It didn't work. "Hell, I gotta piss." Mulder said roughly as soon as he was out of the basement. I led him without a word to the men's bathroom. He bolted inside, and after a moment I could hear a loud exhalation. I rolled my eyes. I heard a loud flush, then Mulder walked out. His next statement was, "Hell, I gotta eat." We rode back together to the headquarters with the other agents, who seemed thoroughly disgruntled that there had been no running firefight. Mulder and I were both quiet during the entire time, except for a small one-minute conversation. Mulder had said, "So what did the bastard do?" I paused for a moment, a detail not unnoticed by my partner. "He impersonated you and tried to get on my good side-" Actually, he went a bit beyond that- "and I'll tell you the rest of the story later, Mulder, in my apartment." He looked off into space, a characteristic Mulderism. Then he nodded and said quietly, "In your apartment, Scully." Skinner only chewed out Mulder moderately, for not have taken extra precautions. And that was really only a small part of our debriefing. Thankfully, Mulder had eaten before we came to the meeting, and so he wasn't too mad. Otherwise, he probably would have blown up with that. Mulder drove me home, of course. I feel as if I never drive sometimes. As soon as he closed the door behind him, I spun around to face him. He looked at me with his puppy dog eyes. I didn't know whether or not to tell him I loved him, or to strangle him. "So what did he do?" Mulder asked. Characteristic. Mulder never let go of something. I sighed. "We had sex, okay? We fucked each other. And it felt goddamm good, since I thought it was you." His mouth dropped. I swore only when I was excruciatingly angry, angry enough to blow someone up with a nuclear bomb if I had it. "What? Whaddya mean it felt good?" I said through clenched teeth, "I meant, Fox-" his eyebrows shot up at the mention of his first name-"-that I have waited years for you to tell me you loved me. And finally it seemed that you did. But then I find out that it was just a con man!" His expression was one of a little boy caught out stealing cookies. "Bu-b-b-but I?" He never finished the sentence. "What now Mulder? Do you want to take me to another godforsaken small town to investigate some alien kidnappings and then get me abducted, then run around crying when I get cancer? Huh, Mulder do you?" "No, no, no. Scully, you don't know how much I blame myself for your abduction and cancer. And I wanted to tell you before, but?I love you." My ears rang. I was shocked, but so shocked I was actually happy. "Mulder, I?. love you too." I could see a tear threatening to run down his face. I reached up and wiped it off gently. "Scully-" He said softly. Then he kissed me. The real Mulder finally kissed me.