From: "Randy Fields" Date: Thu, 09 Oct 2003 02:03:30 +0000 Subject: fanfic Source: direct Title: What Dreams May Come Author: Randy (mands201) Spoilers: Just for the record, I have talk of Scully's abduction in this story, but it is nothing like what happened on the show. To be honest, I've never seen those episodes, and I didn't want to wait until they came on again until I started this, so I'm making everything up. Just disregard it... Disclaimers: The characters of this story are the creations and property of Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting, and Ten-Thirteen Productions, and have been used without permission. But alas, I enjoy spending my time making up stories involving my love, David Duchovny, and his should-be love, Gillian Anderson. I have no and am making no money from this, and if you sue you'll only be wasting time. I also stole a few sentences from Robert A. Baron's fifth edition Psychology book. Without that, I wouldn't know what I'm talking about. Rating: NC17 Summary: An X-Files about dreams turns out to be a little more than intended for our fearless duo. Please enjoy! Author's Note: This is my first story, and possibly my only, because I have a job and a college G.P.A. to tend to. I did have a lot of fun writing it and I hope everyone enjoys reading the details. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated at mands201@hotmail.com. Feel free to criticize, but please....don't hurt my feelings! Alright...on with the story. Also, I must think Miss A.J. herself, if it weren't for her I would have had zero courage to do this! ************************** Cooney's Convenient Store Tarrensburg, Virginia (by the way, Tarrensburg is completely made up. if it is in fact a place, I apologize.) 6:53 p.m. "I'm just saying, Mulder, dreams are simply our subjective experience of what is, in essence, random neural activity in the brain. Such activity occurs while we sleep because a minimal amount of stimulation is necessary for normal functioning of the brain and nervous system. Dreams then simply represent efforts by our cognitive systems to make sense out of this random act. It's nothing more, Mulder, just face the facts..." Agent Scully replied with a sigh while she tried to explain to her partner her reasonings behind not wanting to come to Virginia. Mulder found an article in a tabloid about a man who had been having dreams for five straight years about nothing but aliens and had decided to follow up on it. "So you think it all centers around the cognitive system? I don't buy that, Scully. Almost two thousand nights of having dreams of nothing but little grey men? Do you really think there's no conspiracy here? Besides, I recieved the REM test results that has proven for the last two and a half months these exact rumors." "That'll be six dollars and eighty-two cents, Sir," the pretty woman from behind the counter stated. Mulder gave her a flirting smile while he handed her the money, along with a small tip for pouring their coffee. "Thank you, Miss," Mulder replied as he handed the tall brunette the money. 'Hell, what would a little flirting hurt?' he thought to himself, momentarily forgetting Scully's ramblings about scientific facts and what-not. As they walked out of the convenient store, Mulder could feel his partner giving him a raised eyebrow. "What?" he asked, more innocently than he meant to. "Nothing," she replied. "Since when does it cost seven dollars for two cups of coffee?" "So anyway, you were saying something about the REM results?" he asked, trying to change the subject before he got accused of being a womanizer. He hadn't had a date in what felt like years, and flirting with someone seems to send him straight to hell in Scully's book. "I was saying, during REM sleep, areas of the cerebral cortex that play a role in waking perception, thought, and regulation of motor processes are highly active, yet at the same time, there is massive inhibition of input from sensory systems and muscles. As a result, the cortical structures that normally regulate perception and thought have only their own activity as input. The result is that this acitivty forms the basis for the imagery and ideas in dreams." "So, uh, so we dream of whatever we think about?" Mulder asked, completely dumbfounded by his partner's analysis. "Not exactly, I'm saying that some people think our concious state is what plays a role in our subconcious state. But my previous facts show differently." "You know, Scully, I heard a rumor once that you dream about whatever you think of last before you fall asleep. Any truth to that?" As long as he kept her talking, he could continue to analize this myserious alien-dreaming man from Tarrensburg. "You go through too many stages of sleep to even remember what you last thought of, Mulder. If I were to go over our last case before falling asleep, I wouldn't dream about the reports." "I had a dream once of you taking a bath. What does that mean?" he could never help throwing a line out there whenever Scully presented herself. How few of chances did he get? "Mulder...I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this...but I think it means you may be in love with me," Scully replied before laughing out loud, making her partner laugh as well. She had surprised both of them by coming back with a joke. A damn good one, might she add. **************************** Tarrensburg Local Motel, Virginia 1:47 a.m. "I'm sorry, Sir, we were reserving your rooms until 1:00 a.m. When you failed to show up, we rented one of the rooms to another couple. I apologize for the inconvenience, but they're the rules. There was nothing I could do," the apologetic woman from behind the counter stated. "I know that," Mulder huffed, "but we had car trouble and got stranded for hours. I called at midnight and said to reserve our rooms!" He was always horrible in situations like these. He didn't exactly look down on the people who were less fortunate and had to work in motels, but he couldn't help but get frustrated with them. "Sir, whoever answered the phone did not leave the message for me. I'm the manager, and I let the couple have the room half an hour ago. I am not going to knock on their door and demand they leave. We still have one room, and though it's not what you planned for, I assure you the accomadations will be to your liking." "Thank you, Ms. Thomas," Scully answered while reading the "Hello, my name is..." tab from the woman's shirt. She couldn't help but sympathize for the lady. She knew how horrible it could get standing in front of Mulder when he's upset. "I'm sure the room will be just fine." Scully quickly picked up the keys while Mulder stubornly signed for the room. "Mulder, it's three nights. If we can handle being partners for seven years, I'm pretty sure we can handle being roommates for a few days. It won't be that bad, and besides, maybe the couple only needed that room for one night. I'm sure there'll be an opening in the morning." Sometimes his partner's calmness got on Mulder's nerves. Sure, it's only one night, and it's not bad at all to share a room with a woman, although he hadn't in years. It just aggravates the hell out of him that the stupid hotel never got his message. First, they couldn't get ahold of the mystery-alien man, then on their way to dinner they got a flat tire and were stranded for three hours before anyone drove by and helped them out. Then, since their night wasn't bad enough, they finally got off the road and every diner in sight was closed for the night. Now they get to return to their ONE room with no food in their stomachs. "I don't know, Scully. I'm not exactly the cleanest roommate in the world. You've seen my apartment." "That's where we equal out. You hate cleaning, and I hate the mess. It helps calm me when I clean, anyway." Why was she suddenly so happy to have a roommate? One less lonely night to stay by herself, she supposed. As they got the key to unlock the door, they slowly pushed it open and stopped dead in their tracks. "One bed..." Scully sighed under her breath. "Great, we can have a pillow fight..." Mulder said between clenched teeth. Didn't anyone realize it was hard enough for a man and woman to constantly be on the road together? Sure, put them in the same room with one bed and up the stakes a little. Hell, people in the office had been saying it for years, regardless of if it was beyond the bureu rules. "Look, I'm going to get a quick shower and try and get some of this day off of me. Why don't you call the lobby and see if they have a roll-away cot or something?" Scully said while rummaging through her suitcase. Getting mud all over her while trying to push the car off the road wasn't how she intended to spend the evening. A nice, hot shower would help cure her pains. After half an hour, she emerged from the door in her dark navy silk pajamas with a towel still held around her hair. She couldn't help but giggle when she saw Mulder struggling with the cot, trying to keep it down when in reality it just kept flipping back up in the air. "Damnit," she heard him say under his breath. Poor guy...how nice of him to automatically take the cot and let her have the bed. Sometimes his gentleman-instincts really kicked in. "Well, Scully, looks like you'll be sleeping on the floor tonight," he said while diving on the bed and finally giving up on the cot. Then again...maybe not. When he looked at her he could see the stunned look and the raised eyebrow she was throwing at him. "I know, I know. I was only joking. I'm gonna get a shower and then hit the floor. You go ahead and curl up on the bed." Ten minutes later, Mulder was in the shower trying to rid himself of the stench of the day. "Damnit," he whispered, realizing he had forgotten his shampoo in his suitcase. Of course Scully didn't leave hers in the shower. Parish the thought of her forgetting to clean something up. "Okay, Mulder," he said to himself, "this isn't her fault. You're just being forgetful today." He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and peered out of the door frame. Good, Scully was sleeping. He could sneak out and she wouldn't even know it. "Mulder, did you remember to sign for the..." Scully asked, stopping Mulder dead in his tracks. She heard him open the door but never thought he'd be half naked. "Oh," she whispered, blushing to herself and quickly looking away. She hadn't remembered him looking that built before. Maybe it was the water dripping from his chest, or the simple white towel wrapped around his certain area. Whatever it was, it made her wish for just a second that he hadn't been her partner. "Probably why we should never share rooms when we go on these little trips, huh, Scully?" He grabbed his shampoo as fast as he could and practically jumped back in to the bathroom. ********************************* Scott Ranning's House, Tarrensburg, Virginia 10:13 a.m. The agents slowly walked up the steps to the door of the man they were sent to investigate. It had been a long night and neither of them had gotten much sleep. Scully had ended up laying completely still, afraid of moving and making her partner talk to her. Instead, she played opposum and pretended she didn't even hear him come out of the bathroom after he finished his shower. Mulder, on the other hand, had relieved most of his tension down the drain of the bathtub. He had to love the loudness of the water to hide his embarressing moans. Who the hell was he kidding? He was a man, after all. And who in their right mind wouldn't have done the same after seeing his partner in silk pajamas with her face as red as their rental car? But as soon as he stepped outside and caught his partner pretending to sleep, his stupid insomnia kicked right in. If he would have been alone, he would have flipped on the television and fallen asleep to some stupid infomercial, but somehow he didn't feel Scully would appreciate the noise. "Are you Mr. Scott Ranning?" Scully asked when a man opened the door. He was late-twenty's, early-thirties, and she had seen worse. His hair was a dirty blonde and he was unshaven, which Scully couldn't help but find sexy. He was of medium-build, slightly resembling Mulder in the body, but was about four inches shorter. "Yeah," he answered in a rough voice. "You guys want to come in? Have some coffee?" he asked while eyeing over the female agent in front of him. He knew they were coming, but just figured 'Agent Scully and Agent Mulder' were both men. He completely missed the evil look he recieved from Mulder. The three came in the house while Scott walked to the kitchen to make some coffee. "Go ahead and make yourselves at home," he yelled over his shoulder. Mulder and Scully looked around suspiciously before taking a seat on the couch. The house could have stood a fix-up. The walls were covered with stains and holes while the carpet looked atleast thirty years old. The couch they were sitting on smelled of moth balls, and you could tell no one had dusted in years. "Talk about Home Sweet Home," Mulder whispered, leaning in to Scully so the man wouldn't overhear him. "I don't really have a lot of energy to clean," the man said, startling both Mulder and Scully, who hadn't heard him come around the corner. "With only a couple hours of sleep a night, I usually just sit around and read after I get off work. You get used to it, I know it's not exactly FBI accomadations, but you take what you can get around here." He didn't seem hurt by the insult. Atleast the agents didn't start off on the COMPLETE wrong foot. "So, uh, Mr. Ranning?" Mulder started. "Please, call me Scott," he replied, looking at Agent Scully and being oblivious to Mulder's meer existence. "Scott...." Mulder started, between clenched teeth. How were they supposed to get anything done with him making eyes at his partner all day? "We have your REM test results that show you're telling the truth in your dreams. Do you remember anything occuring before these 'nightmares' started?" "Hmm?" he asked, quickly taking his eyes off of Scully. Had she really smiled at him, or had he just imagined it? "Yeah, that's why the cops called you, I figure. You see, a week before these dreams started, I was abducted. No one believes me. I had just gotten fired from the law firm I was working with, my wife of three years dumped me when she found out she was pregnant with another man's baby, and my landlord kicked me out of my apartment when my wife took my money and I failed to pay the rent. They figured I was just trying to sell my 'story' to get some money. Besides, no one believes in aliens. I didn't even believe until I was abducted." "Do you remember where you were, Scott? Where they took you?" Scully asked, trying to focus on the case instead of his baby blue eyes. "Not exactly. I remember it being all white, like a doctor's office or something. They felt they had to keep it clean while they did tests on me, I suppose. It's the weirdest thing. I woke up and saw these creatures examining my head above me, yet I couldn't feel a thing. Nothing. When I was returned I went straight to the hospital to get a CAT-scan." "And they showed?" Mulder asked. "That there were small abnormalities. Nothing big, though they did follow up on some tests to show what they were. Nothing resulted from them though, and the doctors figured I was born with it. They said there were thousands of cases just like mine all over the States. 'Nothing to be worried about,' they said." "But then the dreams came?" "Yup, every night since then. It's strange, you know? I figured after a month or so they would stop, then maybe after a year. But they keep coming back. Every night, they keep coming back." Scully sighed, annoyed over what this man was saying. Sure, he was nice to look at, but he was an obvious nut. People determine what they want their dreams to be...why doesn't anyone understand that? "Uh, thank you, Scott," Mulder replied, picking up on his partner's behavior. "We'll be in touch." "Miss, are you going to help me get over this? I haven't had a good night's sleep in years." he asked Scully, while grabbing on to her arm. "We're going to try, Scott. And my name is Dana, just so you don't have to call me 'Miss'," she stated with a smile. Since when did his partner call herself Dana? In every case they've had in the last five years, Mulder had always heard her call herself "Agent Scully." What makes this guy so special? "Alright, Dana," Mulder said, emphasizing her name. "I think it's time to go." He swiftly took the man's hand off of her arm and headed her out the door. The last thing they needed was to get one of them emotionally involved with anyone in a case. This was their job. As soon as they solve this, they're back to D.C. ********************************* Pop's Diner Tarrensburg, Virginia 12:03 p.m. "So, you've been quiet since we left Mr. Ranning's house. What do you think?" Mulder asked, sitting at a table to finally get some food in his stomach. "Insights?" "I think you know how I feel about these situations, Mulder. You know, some people believe that when you dream of aliens, it means that you have many disappointments in your life, that it denotes abiding friendships. He practically said that his life fell apart before he was 'abducted.' You don't think that's a coincidence?" "I don't know. You don't think five years is enough time to come to terms with his faults?" "Mulder, you don't just 'come to terms' with those sorts of things. He's had a rough life, that's it. There's no X-Files here. If anything, we should feel sorry for him more than accuse him." "Can I help you?" the waitress asked, pulling out her notepad and pen, while simultaneously giving Mulder a once-over. "The chicken-noodle soup is made fresh daily, and we just got a delivery of the finest desserts in town. Anything on the menu interest you?" 'Damn her,' Scully thought. Why did all of these girls throw themselves at Mulder? Did it ever occur to Miss Big Boobs that she was sitting at the table, also? The waitress never once looked at her. Sometimes she felt so invisible, she wondered if anyone would miss her if she were really gone. "I think we'll just take the soup. Iced tea for me, water for my partner." Was it just Scully, or did Mulder emphasize the word 'partner.' Oh well, she'll just go back to daydreaming about Scott What's-His-Name. "Hey, Scully," Mulder yelled, waving his hands in front of his partner's face. "Anyone in there?" "Sorry, Sc....Mulder." "You were gonna call me Scott." Mulder stated, trying hard to hide his disappointment. "No, no I wasn't Mulder. I was just thinking...when did Scott say he was abducted?" It was then that it dawned on them. "Five years," they said together. It had been five years since Scully herself had been taken. Five years since her life seemed to have fallen apart. That's when it all began...the plate in her neck, her cancer arriving. Did these things happen to Scott? "You think there's a connection?" Mulder asked, knowing exactly what Scully had been thinking herself. "I don't know, but it's definately worth following up on. We aren't exactly overwhelmed with leads here." ********************************* Two hours later... "Do you remember seeing anyone when you were on this 'ship,' Scott? Any other humans? Anybody?" Mulder asked, remembering that Scully had never mentioned a spaceship in any of her accounts. "I told you about the aliens, Mr. Mulder. I don't see what else you're meaning." "Meaning, were there any other abductees? Doctors even, maybe men in black suits?" Why did she agree to come back here with Mulder. They had bothered this man enough this morning. While she did think they should question him about the time he was taken, she didn't feel it should have been today. They should have given him time to rest. Lord knows he looked like he needed it. "I knew there was a bond between us," he stated, smiling slowly. Scully raised an eyebrow and parted her lips, sucking in air when she realized what he meant. "Excuse me?" "You were there, too. I knew the second I saw you I had met you somewhere. It just took me a little while to realize where." ****************************** Nightime, back at their hotel "Seriously, still no vacancy? This town has 2,300 people in it. Who vacations here?" Mulder was pissed, and pissed is putting it lightly. Ever since Mr. Romance had smiled at Scully, she had been a completely different person, consumed by knowing this man's story. What interest did she have in him, anyway? Mulder was better-looking than that man, and he knew it. "Hmm? I don't know, family members, I guess. It's getting close to the holidays. Maybe everyone's coming in early." She had silently prayed in the car that there would be an open room for tonight. She loved Mulder, she did, but she needed some time to herself. A girl has to have some 'alone time,' and who could do that with a man standing over her twenty four hours a day? "You want the shower, first?" "You know, Scully, we could cut time in half if we'd just jump in together." Finally, he had a smile on his face. A smile that quickly faded when he saw his partner's eyebrow. "I'll go first..." she answered. ********************************* Scott Ranning's House Midnight "I got them believing it, Joe. I practically made Agent Scully faint when I told her I had known her from somewhere. It was classic," Scott said in to the phone, talking to his friend from the doctor's office. How nice it was to have a friend who was both a doctor and evil. He figured it would pay off eventually. "How did you know she was abducted, anyway?" "I've been doing research on those two for years." Joe replied. "But don't forget why we're doing this. It has nothing to do with Agent Scully. Mulder is the one we're after." "I know, but there's no shame in having a little fun on the side, right?" Scott answered before quickly hanging up. ************************** Back at the hotel 3:48 a.m. Why couldn't Mulder sleep? Was this really just the insomnia, or was something on his mind? He had no family to worry about. No problems at work, surprisingly. After hours of contemplating, he could only think of one thing. Scully. Why did it bother him to have her making eyes at this man? She wasn't his, and he had certainly never tried anything. Scully was his partner, his best friend. She would kill him if she thought he was trying to claim her as his own, to 'brand' her. He silently winced at his own bad joke. "Alright, Mulder, you gotta get tired." He knew what he had to do when he couldn't fall asleep. "Time for another shower...to ease away those lonesome blues." Half an hour later he crept out of the bathroom, hoping Scully hadn't heard him scream her name. That could make for an interesting topic in the morning. 'So Mulder, I heard you yell my name last night while you were in the shower. You wouldn't have been jerking off, would you?' That was exactly what he needed. "Morning, Sunshine." Scully leaned over her partner and tried to awaken him for the hundreth time. Boy, could that man snore. After a small groan escaped his mouth, she knew it was safe to continue. "We have to meet Scott in an hour at the doctor's office. He wants us to go over his test results from a few months ago; he thinks there's something fishy going on with them." Just as Mulder was about to protest, the phone rang, scaring them both. No one had called them since they'd been gone, and it startled Scully so badly she dropped her suitcase and tripped over on top of Mulder. "Uh...sorry," she whispered, shifting around and instantly feeling Mulder harden beneath her. "No problem," he replied, trying to hide his embarrasment. "Hello?" Scully answered, quickly picking up the phone and pulling herself together before she began to blush again. "Alright, sure. Tonight it is." "Well, Mulder," she started after hanging up the phone, "looks like we have a whole day to waste in wild, wonderful, Tarrensburg. Scott has to work until late, but he has a friend that will let us in to his office later this evening. Got any plans for the day?" "Yeah," he answered. "Let's split up." He didn't have to ask her twice. She was practically out the door, mumbling something about shopping, before he even got in the shower. "Well, that was considerate." ***************************** 'Drink-it-Like-You-Stole-It-Bar and Grill' 2 in the afternoon "So why don't you tell this woman you love her?" the bartender asked Mulder, who had just finished his eleventh Jack-n-Coke. "I don't LOVE her. I just don't like her being with other men," he answered, already pissed at the woman's openness about it. Did she have to tell the whole goddamned bar? He never would have even mentioned it if she hadn't been so persistent. Now she couldn't keep her mouth shut. "Coulda fooled me..." "It's complicated. This woman is my partner, my best friend. The only person in the world that I trust. Universe, for that matter. If I told her I had ever even thought of the notion of us being together, she'd cut off my head and serve me to the aliens. What right did this bartender have to accuse me of having feelings? Sure, I've thought about kissing her, making love to her. Once I had even imagined the two of us living together, raising a family, but it stopped there. There was no love in my fantasies, just life." "What makes life go 'round, Sir?" she asked. Mulder hadn't realized he had said the last part outloud. It dawned on him then, and he suddenly felt the urge to find Scully, to tell her everything. To break down the walls that had been built between them in the last seven years. "Love," he answered, running out of the door after quickly giving the woman his bill and a big tip for acting so rudely. He looked all over town and couldn't find her anywhere, before finally giving up and stumbling his way back to the hotel. If he didn't find a bathroom fast, there would be his regurgitated lunch all over the parking lot. "Scully!" he yelled, walking in the doorframe and being suprised that she was back already. "Mulder, are you drunk?" "I...I, uh, I was." "Mulder, go take a shower and clean yourself up. We have to meet Scott at the hospital in an hour, and I don't want you throwing up all the way there." Great, he had been around her for two seconds and already managed to piss her off. "No, there's something I have to talk to you about first." "We'll talk about it when you get out," she replied, pushing him in to the bathroom. She couldn't stand the stench any longer than he could stand not telling her how he felt. "Fine! But when I get out of here, we have something serious to go over." On the way to the hospital, he didn't move a muscle. After sobering up with the cold water hitting him, he had turned shy around his partner for the first time. It had all changed in a matter of hours...he loved her now, maybe he always had, but he had just realized it and it made him very uncomfortable. "So you said there was something we needed to discuss?" she asked. "Oh, about that...never, uh, nevermind, Scully. It was nothing." Yeah right, nothing, he thought to himself. Just a life-changing fact that could ruin his entire career. "Mulder, we're here." They stepped out of the car as Scott walked up to them from the hospital entrance. "Thanks for meeting me so late, you guys. I know it's after midnight, but I had to put in some long hours today." "It wasn't a problem. 'Let us do some sight-seeing." Scully said quickly, before Mulder could open his mouth with what she knew would be a rude remark. What did this man do that pushed his buttons so much? "You know, Dana, there's a nice restuarant a few miles from here...on the other side of the state border. I could take you there sometime if you'd like." Scott asked. "We're leaving tomorrow," Mulder stated abruptly. Scott turned on his heel to walk inside, obviously hurt by Mulder's harshness. "Since when are we leaving tomorrow, Mulder?" "Since you thought it might be fun to get emotionally involved in a case." She sighed heavily before leaving him to walk inside after Scott. Damn him for making her feel like a slut. What right did he have? She stopped short in her tracks when she saw a man with his gun drawn. "That's quite far enough, Agent Scully." Joe stated loudly before Scott pulled a gun on Mulder, who had just walked in the door behind his partner. "Joe..." Mulder whispered, suprising Scully, who did a quick rewind of the past seven years to try and remember this man. Had this been an old case? She couldn't place him anywhere. "Ten years is a long time to remember a man who you referred to as a 'sick and twisted bastard,' Mr. Mulder. What makes me so special?" Joe asked, before laughing loudly in the open hallway. "Let's see..." he answered. "The fact that you were suspended of your doctorate for experimenting on patients without their consent?" Mulder put this man behind bars years ago after finding out what he had done. How could he be working in a hospital after such a short sentence? "Hmm...I'm guessing that right now your mind is running wild in trying to figure out how I have my old job back. And why, after all these years, I've finally decided to come back and settle the score with you." After recieving a questioning look from his hostage, he felt the need to continue. "You see, Mulder, you ruined my life, made it hell. I knew if I came within a hundred feet of you I'd disappear faster than your beloved sister. While I was in jail, I decided to spend my time productively. Ended up doing a lot of research on you and your little partner and found out some interesting facts. How is it, after all you've been through together, that you're still in for the chase? Still after this government conspiracy of little green men? I knew that would be the only way I could get you down here...to make you believe that Scott here had been abducted. I researched all of Agent Scully's accounts of what had happend to her and made you think Scott had been through the same. And, being a doctor, it was quite easy for me to make up some REM results. It's funny, you know. Change your name and you can get a job in no time. Makes you feel safe here in the wonderful U.S. of A., huh?" "Grey," Mulder stated. "Excuse me?" "Little GREY men, not green." he corrected. With Joe confused, Scully and Mulder both had time to draw their weapons, and now they were all forced with firearms to protect themselves. "Alright," Mulder started, "who wants to go first?" Scott took this seriously and pulled his trigger while aiming at Scully. "NO, DAMNIT!" Mulder yelled, shooting Scott square in the chest four times. He was dead before he hit the ground, and Joe ran over to his body to check on him and make sure. "You killed him..." he whispered. "You son of bitch, you KILLED HIM!" Joey yelled before spinning around and aiming his pistol at Mulder. "How many lives are you going to destroy!" Mulder froze and heard a shot fired, lowering his head to see if he'd been shot before he realized that Joe was the one falling to the floor. Bewildered, he turned around to see his partner standing behind him, alive and well with her pistol aimed at Joe. "He had a bad shot...." she stated. ********************************** Hotel Room 2:43 a.m. "It's over now, Mulder. The case is finished. Joe Geller is dead, you saw his body be put in the ambulance yourself." Scully always felt like she was horrible when trying to console her partner. Was it really only an hour ago that they filed the police report that stated the deaths of both a Mr. Scott Ranning and a Mr. Joseph Gellar? To her, it felt like years. "Scully, you don't get it. I thought he shot you. Before you killed Joe, I thought you were dead. I killed Scott before I even thought to check you for survival." "Mulder, if you hadn't killed him, he would have killed us. Don't feel guilty for sending two men to their deaths. Joe had ten years to learn from his mistakes, and he still came after you." "You don't GET IT, Scully! You were DEAD! In my mind, in my heart, I honestly thought you were dead! I know that Joe and Scott got what they deserved, but that doesn't shake the uneasiness out of my thoughts that for a few minutes there, I felt like I had lost you." She was stunned. Stunned at her partner's outburst, at the tears now stinging her own eyes as well as his. Had she really misread him? This was all about her? "There's something I have to tell you, Scully." "No, don't, Mulder." She knew what was coming. She'd felt it in her own heart for years but was always too afraid to do anything about it. "Don't say something you'll want to take back after the vulnerability has faded." He said nothing. He slowly walked over to where she was standing beside the table and crushed his mouth to her lips and said in kisses what he was too afraid to say in words. The passion that had been built between the two for so long finally escaped. As their lips moved over top of one another, her's slightly opened, allowing her partner's tongue to enter and become one with her own. "Scully..." he whispered, trying desperately to catch his breath. "I know," was all she said in return. He began to take her blouse in his hands, unbottoning one button at a time, making her wait for the pleasure he was about to bestow upon her. She could feel the hardness pushing in to her stomach though both of their clothes were still on. "Let's get you out of these, shall we?" she asked, teasing him a little while unzipping the fly of his jeans. He gasped in to her kiss when he felt her take him in her hands. The jeans were still around him but the opened fly made it a bit easier to access. He broke their kiss for a mere minute to slide her shirt from her back, admiring her creamy white skin and sunkissed shoulders before helping her out of her pants and focusing back on her mouth. She slid her hands up from where they had been going to work and moved them over his chest underneath his t-shirt. In one quick motion he ripped the shirt off of himself and slid her down on the bed, ripping his own jeans off in the process. "I want you," he stated, loud and clear, before correcting himself with "I need you." With that, she opened her legs and invited him inside her. He let a tear fall as he pushed in to her in one quick motion. He couldn't take it anymore, one more second without devouring Scully and he felt his heart would explode. It had been so long he embarrassingly slipped out of her and couldn't help but blush when he heard his partner giggle. "Don't worry, it's been a while for me, as well. Take two?" she asked before he thrust inside her, making her yelp and buck her hips in both enjoyment and surprise. "We'll save foreplay for later." He couldn't take the time for something that could easily be saved for in the morning. Who else in this world would wait for seven years before being with their soulmate? Their true love? Their perfect opposite? He had barely been able to wait to get inside the hotel, let alone anything else. Before going father in to thought, he stopped abruptly and heard his partner's concern. "What's wrong?' she asked, sounding surprised. "Scully, I've been waiting seven years...one more pump and I'm over...I want you to enjoy it first." "Mulder, I'm connecting with you. I don't need any more enjoyment than that." But he stopped anyway and stepped off the bed, lowering to his knees and dragging her to the edge. He'll be damned if she doesn't get off before him. He wasn't going to let her down on their first night together. He lovingly ran his hands down her legs, stopping at her heels and giving them each a rub. He never understood how she could stand walking in those shoes all day. The very thought of him wearing heels made him cringe. "Mulder..." she whispered, before he spread her knees and looked her in the eyes. "Just wait, Scully," he replied, before dipping his head and taking her with his mouth. His whole life he had had an oral fixation and could never understand until this very second. All of those damned, sweet sunflower seeds had just been building him up for this moment, this exact moment when he would have his tongue in Scully and get to taste her juices. He tempted her slightly by licking around her nether lips before sucking on the spot he knew would drive her crazy. A crazy Scully is exactly what he wanted to see. "Mulder!" she yelled, surprising herself as well as her partner. He figured he was doing something right and continued by sticking two fingers in to her, moving them quickly to intensify the pleasure. He couldn't help but stop and smile every time he heard her moan. "Mulder, stop...I want to....together." That's all she had to say before he plunged back in to her, relieving himself of the pain he had endured since they'd been seperated only minutes before. He pushed in deep, and she spread her legs farther to welcome him to the place he had only ever dreamed about. He was about to lose control when he felt Scully's walls virbrating around him, obviously in pleasure of what he had just given her. It took two seconds before he began collapsing himself. He could barely breathe when he let his body deflate and lay still on top of hers. After a few moments of lying with their arms enveloped within one another, Scully broke the silence first. "Well, that's definately not what I expected would happen on this trip." "Oh yeah? You disappointed Scott was a fake?" "Who's Scott?" she asked with a smile. *********************************** The next morning, still in their hotel room 8:42 a.m. The two woke and enjoyed each other's company in the shower before getting dressed and preparing to leave. While packing their suitcases, Scully found a gift she had hidden in hers. "You know, Mulder, I forgot to tell you yesterday that I got you a present when I went shopping." "Oh yeah?! Where is it," he asked, excited about his gift. He unwrapped it quickly and laughed out loud to his partner while he read the title. "A Guide to Your Dreams. Ten Tousand Dreams Interpreted." He flipped to the page she had previously marked for him. "For a man to dream of a woman taking a bath, it means much solicitude for one of the opposite sex, fearing to lose his good opinion through the influence of others." Stunned, he couldn't help but ask. "What the hell does that mean?" "Mulder...I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this...but I think it means you may be in love with me," she answered. "Yeah, tell me something I don't know..." **************************** The End!!! Keep in mind that this is my FIRST! so keep the horrible insults to a minimum, but also try and help me with improvements. I hope you enjoyed it!