From: O0oLAo0O Date: 5 May 1999 22:14:35 GMT Subject: NEW: other scene for BRM (1/1) by Starbuck3 No Title! Author: Starbuck3 (Lauren K., AKA O0oLAo0O@aol.com) Rating: PG Category: H, V, MSR/a little UST Spoilers: BRM Summary: What would happen if Mulder showed up before Scully slept if off? Archive: Just tell me! Disclaimer: These dudes ain't mine, and if you wanna sue me for em, Y'all'll spend alot more on a lawyer than you'll ever get from me! and anyway, i do this out of love, not greed Visit My Page: www.angelfire.com/tx/laudiefaucet bon apetit! Alternate ending/scenes to BRM (some FRIENDS (tv show) stuff in it) Scully lay on the queen size bed in the hotel room, poking herself in the stomach childlishly. Each poke ellicited a very un-Scully like giggle, and suddenly, she found herself on the floor, looking at a very large wad of lint. She poked it with a neatly manicured finger and was immensly dissapointed when it didn't giggle. She tried to tickle it, but it only moved further away. She brushed this inconvenience off and tried to remember what had just happened. She thought incoherently, Scully rolled over on to her stomach. She said something about sleeping off. What's that supposed to mean? Oh well.> Scully promptly fell asleep, half clothed, on the floor of the hotel room. Several hours later, Fox Mulder charged into the room. He saw Scully laying sprawled on the floor of the room having quite a raucus dream. She was giggling. He did a mental double-take. Giggling? My Enigmatic Dr. Scully? GIGGLING? He couldn't help but laugh. Suddenly, she jerked and rolled over. Mulder suddenly found himself with no muscles attached to his lower mandible. Her shirt was open in the front, and she was wearing a pair of Frohickie's boxers. Red. Silk. She sat up. "Hi Foxy!" She greeted him, following up with a swift poke in the nose. "Where were 'ya? I missed you!" Scully added in her best pouty-voice. Mulder stifled a laugh and buttoned up her shirt for her. "The Lone Gunman tricked you, Scully." He spoke as if he were talking to a three year-old. "Why don't you go back to sleep" As he spoke, she was unbottoning her white dress shirt again. "It feels better this way, Foxy. Who? The Long Runmen? You're confusing me again, Foxy." She promptly began tickling him. He jumped back, half in suprise, half in excitement. "No, no, no, Scully. Not now. Go back to sleep." He picked her suprisingly heavy form (deadweight, Mulder concluded) from the pink carpeting and deposited her uncerimoniously on the bed. He went to go over to the desk but she was quicker. She had her hand on his ass before he could get a foot away from her. "You get back here, Foxy. I don't like sleeping alone!" She said in a throaty voice that was completely unintentional. "Ummm, Scully. I think you should just go to sleep. I'll see you later. " Mulder thought At that same moment, he also realized that she had dug her claws into the fleshy area known as Fox Mulder's Fine Behind. He yelped quietly, sure she had no idea of her strength at the moment and what exactly that was doing to him. "No, Foxy. Not this time. Now, you get over here and lay down like a good boy." Mulder said to himself. He walked gingerly over to the other side fo the bed and lay down, stiff as a board in more than one respect. Without warning, she rolled over and lay ontop of him. "Foxy, Hun, is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?" he thought. As if on cue, The Lone Gunman and Modeski waltzed intot the room just as Scully was getting comfortable ontop of a very tense Mulder. Frohickie shot him a mock glare, while the other two doubled over laughing. Modeski just stood, stoic. Scully rolled off of him, and he rolled onto his stomach quite modestly. They LG almost collapsed, they were laughing so hard. "Hey Cuties!" Was Scully's slurred greeting "Yahnoo, what? I love you guys! I love *you*" she pointed to Byers. "I love *you*" she pointed to Langly "I love *you*" she pointed to Modeski. "And I Love you too, Frohickie" She tickled him. Then, she scooted over on the bed and spoke into Mulder's ear. "Guess what? I love *you* the most. The Very Most." "I love you too Scully. Now, go to sleep" "No, Foxy." The Gunmen chorltled at this address, "You don't get it. You just doooon't get it." With that, she fell asleep, her face inches from his. Mulder pecked her on the lips, and laughed. "Yeah I do, Dana. I get it." THE END~! WHAD YOU THINK OF THAT PEICE OF CRAP? e-MAIL ME!