From: Loret Mock <lmock@gpu.srv.ualberta.ca>
Date: 23 Nov 1998 23:28:52 GMT
Subject: NEW: When The Time Is Right (1/1)

Season six spoilers ahead!!!

I've been away for a long time, so let's see if I still remember how to do
this.  This is a post-Triangle, real short story, so if you haven't seen that
episode, Go No Further!!!

Disclaimer:  The X-Files and their characters belong to Chris Carter and Ten
Thirteen Productions.  No copyright infringement intended.

Rating:  We'll say PG to be safe
Category:  Mulder/Scully Relationship
Summary:  Scully ruminates and dreams after leaving the hospital.
Okay to post to archive sites.


When the Time is Right
By Loret Mock
lmock@gpu.srv.ualberta.ca


     Scully sat in the drivers seat of her car in the hospital parking lot. 
The place was almost deserted, Skinner and The Lonegunmen were already gone,
and she felt suddenly exhausted.  She'd been running on adrenaline; and a good
healthy dose of panic; since Frohike, Langly and Byers showed up at the
Bureau.
     She let her head fall back against the seat and closed her eyes, just
for a moment.

     She was in a ballroom, dancing with a short balding man.  A version of
'Jeepers Creepers' was being sung, half in English and half in German.  The
floor rolled beneath her, leading to the conclusion that they were on a boat. 
She and her partner bumped into a man in a Nazi uniform.  It was Mulder, and
she knew it was, yet, she didn't.  She felt more like a bystander, watching,
than in control of her actions.
     He was in trouble, as usual; judging from the things he said to her. 
She was getting annoyed with him when the singer called out, alerting more men
in Nazi uniforms, who came and dragged him away.  Scully felt the familiar
sense of panic rise within her, but she couldn't follow him.

     Shortly after that, the party was over.  She didn't like the way one of
those Nazi's was looking at her, and pulled her shawl up to cover her
shoulders and bare arms.
     They brought Mulder back into the room, demanding him to identify a
scientist.  When he wouldn't, they started executing people.  They killed two
people before Scully's power of silence snapped.  She had to make them stop.
     When they held a gun on her, again demanding Mulder to identify the
scientist, she felt no fear.  She knew Mulder wouldn't let them hurt her.
     Then it all went to hell.
     The scientist, who she was supposed to be protecting, identified
himself.  She and Mulder were forced to their knees, about to be executed,
when suddenly, there was a strange new development.  The ballroom doors burst
open and a brawl ensued.  The next thing she knew she was running through the
ships corridors with Mulder.  Once she thought they were goners for sure, but
a man who looked a lot like Skinner saved their butts.
     Mulder lead them onto the deck of the ship, and informed her that she
had to turn the ship around.
     Boy was he pushy.  He kept talking about Einstein and time paradoxes. 
Then he kissed her.
     Her knees turned to jelly, and she told herself that it was the motion
of the ship, but she didn't really believe it.
     What was most infuriating was when she hit him, he was amused.
     Then he jumped overboard, and she froze for a moment in shock, but she
didn't want him to drowned, so she threw him a life-preserver.

     Scully sat up, her eyes wide.  She looked at the clock on the dash
board.  It was one ten a.m..  She had fallen asleep, and had been dreaming. 
She leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes again, trying to recall the
dream.
     Mulder had kissed her.  That was the only image that was vivid.  She
pressed her fingers to her lips.
     'I love you.'
     She heard his voice clearly in her head, right down to the tone of his
voice and the inflection of the words.
     Scully got out of her car and went back into the hospital.  Her heart
was pounding in her chest as she slipped quietly into Mulder's room.
     'I love you.'
     Was it the drugs talking?
     He was sleeping, like she should be.  Instead, here she stood, feeling
like she was fifteen again.  He said he loved me.  Not that bitch Diana, but
me.
     'I love you.'
     She drifted over to the bed, her eyes filled with tears.  She lightly
touched his face and hair.  "I love you too," she whispered.
     She turned and left as quietly as she had come in.
     Mulder opened his eyes and watched her go.
     He fell asleep again with a smile on his face.

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     "You can relax.  There's no war going on, the world is at peace. 
There's a little trouble over at our White House, but that'll blow over.  So
to speak."
     - Mulder to the Queen Anne's Captain
       Triangle
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