From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 30 Jan 2004 03:15:20 -0000
Subject: What Comes of Dreams by Andi Mitchell
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Title: What Comes of Dreams
Author: Andi Mitchell
Email: xtroop1@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This is what happens when you write a letter to Gillian and
break in your new season 8 DVD set before going to bed.
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully are not mine. I don't think even CC
would dream up something like this, but I did.

Notes: Okay, this literally came from a dream I had the other night. I
told my friends and they said that I had to write a story on it. So
here's what came about. Give me feedback to let me know if my
subconscious is as crazy as I think it is.

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I had never been on a ride-along before. But it seemed the most
sensible way to get around the D.C. area. I was just visiting for a
few days at Hoover, but I hadn't been back to D.C. in years.

Agent Mulder has been very nice, even though I know he views me as an
inconvenience, as some sort of punishment from his A.D. for something
he did who knows how long ago. But I must admit, he's doing well and
has been very accommodating.

And his partner? Well, I would have to say she's been surprisingly,
hospitable? Well, what is the word you use to describe how she and you
ended up back at her place making out like two VERY horny teenagers?
There isn't one, I'll tell you that.

I had met both of them a couple of days ago, and I instantly felt this
spark with her.  Since then things have gotten more interesting. I
think it's the main reason why Agent Mulder is doing a solo tour with
me today. She gave a reasonable excuse, something about autopsies to
do, but I can't help but think I had a little affect on her.

"So, you get back to D.C. much?" Agent Mulder asks.

I must have drifted off cause he can see a clear snap in my reactions.
I answer him nonetheless. "Not as much as I want to. I've only been
back a couple of times since leaving Quantico." He nods in mock
understanding. Poor man. He's trying and I'm flattered by his effort.

I sigh and finally let him off the hook.  "Look, Agent Mulder, I know
you're trying to be nice and I appreciate it. But I don't want you to
be more uncomfortable than you already painfully obviously are by
trying to make small talk with me."

He smirks. The man does have a nice smile.  "Is it that obvious how
much I hate doing this?" I just nod.

"It's nothing personal, Agent Myers,"

I tiff at him. "Oh, please, I know that. But it would probably be more
bearable if it wasn't a punishment, right?"

He smiles and nods in agreement. "Look it's a beautiful day, and I'm
honestly content with just looking out the window at the scenery. If I
have any questions, I'll ask okay."

"I think I can live with that." I swear I saw the lad sigh deeply, as
if he had just been let off a huge meat hook. I resumed my gazing out
the window at how wonderful D.C.  looked this time of year when his
cell phone caught my attention.

"Mulder. Oh, hey Scully."

My heart rate triples, and it's a good thing I'm facing the scenery.
The look on my face would be a dead giveaway as to what we did, or
didn't do. I feel a little fluster come across me and I don't know
why. I mean, nothing happened, and yet a lot happened.

I didn't really pay attention to their conversation, but then one
simple phrase caught my attention.

"Agent Myers? Yeah, she's right here." He seemed a little befuddled
that she asked for me. To be honest, I was a little befuddled, too.

"Hello?" That sounded normal, right?

"Do you remember what we did the other night?" She sounded so
seductive over the phone. Does she always sound like that?

I change the phone over to my left ear. This way I can hide any smiles
that might escape, at least a little bit.

I clear my throat. "Yes, I remember."

I check and Agent Mulder is concentrating on the road. But even I know
that doesn't mean he's not listening. I have to be careful or he might
get wind.

"Do you remember when you cupped my breast?"  I put my hand over my
mouth to hide my smirk.

"Umhmmm." That's all I could muster.

"You said you wanted to do that again. Does that offer still stand?"

My mouth drops. I check Agent Mulder again.  I wonder if he uses his
peripheral vision a lot? Stay cool.

"I think that can be arranged." Good I stayed steady. I've already
guessed she's toying with me. Luckily, I'm willing to play.

"Oh, very good. Don't want to embarrass yourself in front of another
agent." It's a little late for that, I think.

I slouch against the car door, getting a little bit comfortable. "What
is it that you want, Agent Scully?" Good, now I don't have to worry
about what I say for a little while, at least that's what I thought.

"I want you to come over here and finish what you started. Do you
think you can do that?"

I nod. "Yeah, sure." That wasn't so hard.

"I'm going to up the ante on you now."

Uh oh.

"I want you to tell me what you plan to do to me when you come over."

Damn she's good. I can already feel the beads of sweat forming.

"I don't know if I can do that," I respond.

Agent Mulder takes this time to chime into the conversation. "What is
it she needs you to do?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." He might be willing to do this task,
but she didn't ask him.

My mind starts piecing together statements that I can say that will
allow Agent Scully to get my meaning, but also be conspicuous enough
not to tip off Agent Mulder.

"I want to hear it, Agent Myers. I want to make sure we're straight on
what's going to happen."

I sigh and finally start in. "Okay, just so we're clear on what's
going on. I am to 'go down' to the Quantico lab. I 'go through' the
two doors and 'push' my way through to the main office and get the
files for the day then take them to the supervisor and make sure she
is 'satisfied' with the results before I leave."

I couldn't believe I did that. I just hope she got what I was saying.
I stressed all the right words.

"I must say, Agent Myers, that was very impressive. And how long will
it take you to do this?"

"A couple of hours."

"Is that it?" She's pouting, I can tell. But luckily, I do have a
trick up my sleeve. My last little innuendo adventure has given me an
idea.

"Well, it's been a long day and I'm exhausted, so I won't wait around
long. I mean it's one of those 'tireds' where the hours feel like
days?" I go up to see if she gets my meaning. It takes her a minute,
but then I hear a slight gasp over the phone.

I feel a swell of pride at my ability to render her speechless. "Will
that suffice, Agent Scully?"

"Uh, yes, I think that will work." I flustered her. I can't help but
chuckle.

I look out the window and notice we're right in front of the Hoover
building. I motion for Agent Mulder to pull up to the curb to let me
out. He obliges and stops right on the curb.

"How long will it take you to get over here?" She's so funny when she
begs.

"We're in front of the Hoover building right now. I'll go take care of
that stuff and stop by later."

"Hurry" is the last thing I hear before the phone goes dead. I hand
the phone back to Agent Mulder and begin to exit the car.

"Is there anything you need me to do?" he asks.

"No, that's okay. I'll just run over to Quantico on the way back to my
hotel."

"Well, I could drive you over there if you want."

"NO!" I say it a little too quickly. He looks a little confused. "No,
it's fine, really," I say, more calmly. "I have some things to do here
first, so it'll be at least an hour before I get over there."

"Oh, okay," he says. I shut the door and begin to walk briskly towards
the front door.

"Agent Myers," he yells through the car window. I turn around. Good
thing he's not close enough to see my frustrated expression. "Next
time you're in D.C., I'll be glad to drive you around again." A thin
smile comes across my lips. He's being very sincere and it's kind of
sweet.

"You're my guy, Agent Mulder." He smiles and drives off towards the
motor pool in the back. I watch him disappear around the corner before
I sprint off in the other direction and wave down a cab.

After all, Agent Scully does not seem like a woman who is willing to
be patient for what she wants.

End

Notes: The original dream had me in a ride- along with Mulder and
Scully talking dirty to me over the phone. Some things were said,
other elements were added. I would've written the whole actual sex
part, but even I didn't get that far in the dream. Oh, btw, it is not
a typo, Agent Myers is a woman.

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