TEN DAY LEAVE (1/3)
AUTHOR: CORRAN
RATING: PG-13
CATEGORY: MSR, UST, a bit H
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: GOSSAMER; CRONICLE X; SPOOKY´S;
XEMPLARY; EPHEMERAL
ALL OTHERS PLEASE ASK FIRST
FEEDBACK: hell, YES! Starfish666@email.com
SPOILERS: none I could think of
SUMMARY: Skinner forces Mulder and Scully to take a 10 day leave, and the
dynamic duo decides to have some fun
DISCLAIMER: I don´t own these characters. They belong to CC, 1013 and Fox.
But I think David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson own them as well.
AUTOR´S NOTES: this is my first attempt at a longer story. hope you like it.
HOMEPAGE: http://www.geocities.com/corran_14776/index.html
PART 1
I miss him already.
I´m staying at my mothers for a ten day leave that Skinner forced Mulder and
me to take after our last case.
It´s a little boring and I miss Mulder and his smart-ass remarks.
Oh boy, I can´t believe what I´m thinking here! Perhaps I should call him. But
I dont want my mom to eavesdrop at us. She really likes to tease me about this
*relationship* Mulder and I seem to have.
But I can´t use my cell phone either. It´s been raining cats and dogs all day and
I successfully drowned my phone in a puddle while climbing out of the car.
That leaves the laptop which still is in my travelbag upstairs in my old room.
Yep, I like the idea of writing Mulder an email. Writing is also a lot easier than
saying certain things aloud.
Mom is half sitting half lying on the couch. She must have dozed off while
reading `cause her book is on the floor. I put it on the coffee-table and sneak to
my room, trying to avoid the creaking floorboard.
It´ still raining outside, so I take my laptop and get comfortable between the
cushions on my bed. At first it´s a little difficult to find the right words to start
with but after some minutes the words seem to fly directly from my brain
(or my heart?) to the keyboard and from there to Mulder.
Dear Mulder,
I know, we´ve just said goodbye this morning but it´s a little boring and I miss
talking to you. Since I´ve drowned my cell phone in the rain I can´t call you
and I don´t want to disturb my mom by calling you with her phone, she´s fell
asleep downstairs. So email it is. ; )
What did you do the whole day? I´ve been helping my mother a little. She asked
me why you didn´t came with me.
I think that´s a good question. You could have stayed here, too. Mom does have
a guest room. You know you´ re always welcome, don´t you? Mom would simply
love it to have you around.
Me, too...
I must confess, you´re the best friend I´ve ever had and I´d like us to have some
fun for a change. Can I convince you to join mom and me for some days?
Don´t be afraid, we won´t bite. I promise. And Bill isn´t coming for at least the
next 2 weeks. ; )
So what do you think? Can you make it?
Bye.
Scully
The rest of the afternoon I spent waiting for a reply from Mulder like a child would
wait for a birthday present. I never before noticed how I depended on him, how I
missed him when he wasn´t around to make fun off ourselves or the cases we´re
working on.
When I´ve told mom that I´ve invited Mulder to stay with us a smile crept over her
face.
Okay, so she knows already that I can´t be without him for longer than a day. Jesus,
I never thought that somebody could read me that easily.
But she´s my mother. She knows exactly where to look for these things. Sometimes
I wish that Mulder was only half as talented as mom in reading my feelings.
When his reply came in the early evening I nearly jumped out of joy.
Dear Scully,
Do you really miss me? I almost can´t believe it. I think nobody has ever missed me
enough to invite me to stay at their home. It´s really nice that you two voluntarily
want to endure my presence. But I think you know already that I´m a mess.
arghh! enough of that now!
I´ m really not used to stay home so I did nothing very exiting or *spooky* today.
Just did the laundry and played some basketball with some guys at the gym.
I really would like to stay a while at your moms. I like her. She´s always been good
to me. Must be in the family...
Besides, I miss you, too. : )
So if you don´t mind I´ll be there tomorrow at 10?
Do you want me to bring something with me?
Uhmmm, I think I will find the appropriate gift for someone as kind as you.
See ya tomorrow.
Mulder
I think I grinned like an idiot but I didn` t care. I was just happy that he would come
tomorrow and keep me company.
But there seemed to be a little self-pity between the lines of his email. He obviously
isn´t doing so well when he has nothing *important* to do (like fighting conspiracies).
He seems to need the X-Files to keep his genius mind occupied with so he hasn´t
to think about the rest of his life.
I think he feels lonely.
Hell, my private or social life isn´t any better than his. And I feel lonely, too.
Sometimes.
When Mulder´s not there.
So, I´ll make it my primary task to make him happy for a while. And if he´s happy,
I´m happy too. I wanna make him have some fun and laugh a little.
Hmmm, he wrote something about a gift...
Doesn´t he know that his presence is the only gift I long for?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When Mulder arrived the next morning he was wearing my favourite clothes of his.
He looked simply stunning in his grey t-shirt and blue jeans.
I went to help him unload his his stuff from the car. I was really amazed that he
seemed to go nowhere without his basketball.
On the way to the door I asked him about it.
" Do you always take that ball along? I think I´ve even seen it on our road trips."
"Yeah, I usually keep it in my travelbag. Wherever I go, The ball comes, too."
I gave him a questioning look and he groaned quietly.
" Okay, I´ll explain. This basketball was a gift from my parents. Got it when I was
eight or so. I used to play with Sam before she went missing. She´s been really good
at it. After she disappeared this ball was kind of a connection with her nobody could
take away from me..."
I was on the verge of tears. " I´m sorry, Mulder... I shouldn´t have brought it up."
But he smiled at me. " Don´t be. It´s allright. I know that she won´t come back. But
she´s now at a better place. Sounds strange for somebody who normally doesn´t believe
in a life after death, huh? At least she has found some peace. And me,too..."
Handing me the ball a wicked grin crept over his face and his hazel eyes flashed.
" So what about a little game?"
I couldn´t stop the smile.
"Sure. But won´t you like to get settled first? And I suppose you hadn´t breakfast
either? I don´t want to beat you when you´re too weak to hold the ball", I said teasingly.
An incredulous expression appeared on his face.
" You?! Beat me?! I´ll show you who´s too weak! But breakfast sounds great to me.
Don´t think you´re off the hook. We´ll have this game later."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When we reached the doorstep mom was already there to greet Mulder. She hugged him
like she would do with any other family member and Mulder returned the gesture, though
it was obvious that he wasn´t used to it.
That wil have to change, too. Mom always treated him like he belonged to the family even
though she knows that we´re not engaged in the usual way. Nevertheless, she somehow
sensed from the beginning that we had something special, that we were more than just
partners or friends. And for me Mulder is family, too.
After Mulder had finished the breakfast mom made for him he went upstairs to unpack his
bags and change into something more appropriate for our little *basketball-fight*.
"You ready?" he asked me, standing in the doorframe of my room and holding the ball out
to me.
"Yeah, sure. Prepare to be slammed to the ground", I said teasingly and grasped for the ball.
He looked great in his dark blue and red colored shorts and the matching shirt. I could see
the strong muscles in his arms and instantly wished to be held by them.
I had chosen to wear some light-green sweats and a grey FBI-academy t-shirt Mulder once
left at my appartment. Since then it´s been my favourite. But of course I won´t tell him that.
When Mulder spotted the shirt and recognized it he gave me an impish grin.
"Don´t go away. I´ll be right back." he said and rushed to his room.
When he came back he had some tape and a pen in his hands.
He must have seen my curious look but he only smiled and said "Don´t move, Scully."
Then he teared off a 4-inch-piece of the tape and placed it on one of the sleeves of my,
*his*, t-shirt. Mulder took the pen and wrote in bold letters on the tape:
*PROPERTY OF F. MULDER*
At the sight of this *marking* we both started to laugh. I didn´t complain. Not only the shirt
belongs to him but it´s contents, too.
Still laughing Mulder took my small hand in his bigger one and led me downstairs.
Mom was just coming out of the kitchen and grinned when she spotted the tape on my sleeve.
But I shot her my best don´t-dare-to-say-someting look and her mouth closed without letting
out a single word. Yep, that look works just fine with her.
What a pity that it doesn´t work at all with Mulder.
So we strolled to moms backyard, the ball still in my right hand, the other entangled with
Mulders.
I didn´t want to let go of Mulder, but I eventually had to if I wanted to kick his ass in this little
game he´d promised me.
At first we chased each other running, dribbling and shooting just for fun on this little make-shift
court. Basketball it really tough for someone as short as me, but I gave my best and Mulder shot
me some amazed glances.
Growing up with brothers surely had it´s advantages. How could I not be good at this when I
had such great instructors? Though I never mentioned it to Mulder. But the astonished expression
on his face was worth it. Big time.
When we were both too exhausted to run any longer around like kids we settled for a little
one-on-one free throw shooting. We´d shoot 5 times and then it would be the other´s turn. The
first who got 20 points would be the winner.
I beat Mulder 20 to 16.
His ego was a bit damaged now. Poor Mulder!
"Hey" I said and gently touched his forearm. "I´ll give you a revanche. Tomorrow?"
"Great. I promise I´ll do better then. So what do you wnt me to do for you?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You know, it´s usually the loser who pays the drinks. But that option is obviously out today.
But is there something you want?"
*You*, I thought, but then I said "At first I want us to take a shower. You can go first. And then...
let´s see...you mentioned a surprise for me?"
"Only if you promise to stay a while at your room so I can set up everything. No snooping. I think
an hour would do. And I need a little cooperation from your mom."
I gave him a curious look. "I´m sure she´ll help you. Do you want me to do something, too?"
"Yup. Dress nicely..."
With that he headed for the bathroom. He must have seen my quizzical look but be only smiled
mysteriously.
So I did him the favor and stayed in my room, wondering what he´s doing down there with mom.
After taking a shower myself I had plenty of time to rummage through my clothes for the right thing
to wear. *Dress nicely...*
In the end I had to decide between a short sleeveless black dress and a turquoise gown with
spaghetti straps that´s a little longer.
I go for the turquoise gown, ´cause it´s always been my favourite and I´m wearing enough black at
work. Besides, the turquoise goes very well with my auburn hair which I´ve pinned up on my head.
After exactly an hour I hear a knock at my door.
END (for now)
AUTHOR´S NOTES 2: it´s been awhile since I´ve written this but couldn´t decide wether to post
it or not...tell me if it works for you.
AUTHOR: CORRAN
RATING: PG-13
CATEGORY: MSR, UST, a bit H
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: GOSSAMER; CRONICLE X; SPOOKY´S;
XEMPLARY; EPHEMERAL
ALL OTHERS PLEASE ASK FIRST
FEEDBACK: hell, YES! Starfish666@email.com
SPOILERS: none I could think of
SUMMARY: Skinner forces Mulder and Scully to take a 10 day leave, and the
dynamic duo decides to have some fun
DISCLAIMER: I don´t own these characters. They belong to CC, 1013 and Fox.
But I think David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson own them as well.
AUTOR´S NOTES: this is my first attempt at a longer story. hope you like it.
HOMEPAGE: http://www.geocities.com/corran_14776/index.html
PART 1
I miss him already.
I´m staying at my mothers for a ten day leave that Skinner forced Mulder and
me to take after our last case.
It´s a little boring and I miss Mulder and his smart-ass remarks.
Oh boy, I can´t believe what I´m thinking here! Perhaps I should call him. But
I dont want my mom to eavesdrop at us. She really likes to tease me about this
*relationship* Mulder and I seem to have.
But I can´t use my cell phone either. It´s been raining cats and dogs all day and
I successfully drowned my phone in a puddle while climbing out of the car.
That leaves the laptop which still is in my travelbag upstairs in my old room.
Yep, I like the idea of writing Mulder an email. Writing is also a lot easier than
saying certain things aloud.
Mom is half sitting half lying on the couch. She must have dozed off while
reading `cause her book is on the floor. I put it on the coffee-table and sneak to
my room, trying to avoid the creaking floorboard.
It´ still raining outside, so I take my laptop and get comfortable between the
cushions on my bed. At first it´s a little difficult to find the right words to start
with but after some minutes the words seem to fly directly from my brain
(or my heart?) to the keyboard and from there to Mulder.
Dear Mulder,
I know, we´ve just said goodbye this morning but it´s a little boring and I miss
talking to you. Since I´ve drowned my cell phone in the rain I can´t call you
and I don´t want to disturb my mom by calling you with her phone, she´s fell
asleep downstairs. So email it is. ; )
What did you do the whole day? I´ve been helping my mother a little. She asked
me why you didn´t came with me.
I think that´s a good question. You could have stayed here, too. Mom does have
a guest room. You know you´ re always welcome, don´t you? Mom would simply
love it to have you around.
Me, too...
I must confess, you´re the best friend I´ve ever had and I´d like us to have some
fun for a change. Can I convince you to join mom and me for some days?
Don´t be afraid, we won´t bite. I promise. And Bill isn´t coming for at least the
next 2 weeks. ; )
So what do you think? Can you make it?
Bye.
Scully
The rest of the afternoon I spent waiting for a reply from Mulder like a child would
wait for a birthday present. I never before noticed how I depended on him, how I
missed him when he wasn´t around to make fun off ourselves or the cases we´re
working on.
When I´ve told mom that I´ve invited Mulder to stay with us a smile crept over her
face.
Okay, so she knows already that I can´t be without him for longer than a day. Jesus,
I never thought that somebody could read me that easily.
But she´s my mother. She knows exactly where to look for these things. Sometimes
I wish that Mulder was only half as talented as mom in reading my feelings.
When his reply came in the early evening I nearly jumped out of joy.
Dear Scully,
Do you really miss me? I almost can´t believe it. I think nobody has ever missed me
enough to invite me to stay at their home. It´s really nice that you two voluntarily
want to endure my presence. But I think you know already that I´m a mess.
arghh! enough of that now!
I´ m really not used to stay home so I did nothing very exiting or *spooky* today.
Just did the laundry and played some basketball with some guys at the gym.
I really would like to stay a while at your moms. I like her. She´s always been good
to me. Must be in the family...
Besides, I miss you, too. : )
So if you don´t mind I´ll be there tomorrow at 10?
Do you want me to bring something with me?
Uhmmm, I think I will find the appropriate gift for someone as kind as you.
See ya tomorrow.
Mulder
I think I grinned like an idiot but I didn` t care. I was just happy that he would come
tomorrow and keep me company.
But there seemed to be a little self-pity between the lines of his email. He obviously
isn´t doing so well when he has nothing *important* to do (like fighting conspiracies).
He seems to need the X-Files to keep his genius mind occupied with so he hasn´t
to think about the rest of his life.
I think he feels lonely.
Hell, my private or social life isn´t any better than his. And I feel lonely, too.
Sometimes.
When Mulder´s not there.
So, I´ll make it my primary task to make him happy for a while. And if he´s happy,
I´m happy too. I wanna make him have some fun and laugh a little.
Hmmm, he wrote something about a gift...
Doesn´t he know that his presence is the only gift I long for?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When Mulder arrived the next morning he was wearing my favourite clothes of his.
He looked simply stunning in his grey t-shirt and blue jeans.
I went to help him unload his his stuff from the car. I was really amazed that he
seemed to go nowhere without his basketball.
On the way to the door I asked him about it.
" Do you always take that ball along? I think I´ve even seen it on our road trips."
"Yeah, I usually keep it in my travelbag. Wherever I go, The ball comes, too."
I gave him a questioning look and he groaned quietly.
" Okay, I´ll explain. This basketball was a gift from my parents. Got it when I was
eight or so. I used to play with Sam before she went missing. She´s been really good
at it. After she disappeared this ball was kind of a connection with her nobody could
take away from me..."
I was on the verge of tears. " I´m sorry, Mulder... I shouldn´t have brought it up."
But he smiled at me. " Don´t be. It´s allright. I know that she won´t come back. But
she´s now at a better place. Sounds strange for somebody who normally doesn´t believe
in a life after death, huh? At least she has found some peace. And me,too..."
Handing me the ball a wicked grin crept over his face and his hazel eyes flashed.
" So what about a little game?"
I couldn´t stop the smile.
"Sure. But won´t you like to get settled first? And I suppose you hadn´t breakfast
either? I don´t want to beat you when you´re too weak to hold the ball", I said teasingly.
An incredulous expression appeared on his face.
" You?! Beat me?! I´ll show you who´s too weak! But breakfast sounds great to me.
Don´t think you´re off the hook. We´ll have this game later."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When we reached the doorstep mom was already there to greet Mulder. She hugged him
like she would do with any other family member and Mulder returned the gesture, though
it was obvious that he wasn´t used to it.
That wil have to change, too. Mom always treated him like he belonged to the family even
though she knows that we´re not engaged in the usual way. Nevertheless, she somehow
sensed from the beginning that we had something special, that we were more than just
partners or friends. And for me Mulder is family, too.
After Mulder had finished the breakfast mom made for him he went upstairs to unpack his
bags and change into something more appropriate for our little *basketball-fight*.
"You ready?" he asked me, standing in the doorframe of my room and holding the ball out
to me.
"Yeah, sure. Prepare to be slammed to the ground", I said teasingly and grasped for the ball.
He looked great in his dark blue and red colored shorts and the matching shirt. I could see
the strong muscles in his arms and instantly wished to be held by them.
I had chosen to wear some light-green sweats and a grey FBI-academy t-shirt Mulder once
left at my appartment. Since then it´s been my favourite. But of course I won´t tell him that.
When Mulder spotted the shirt and recognized it he gave me an impish grin.
"Don´t go away. I´ll be right back." he said and rushed to his room.
When he came back he had some tape and a pen in his hands.
He must have seen my curious look but he only smiled and said "Don´t move, Scully."
Then he teared off a 4-inch-piece of the tape and placed it on one of the sleeves of my,
*his*, t-shirt. Mulder took the pen and wrote in bold letters on the tape:
*PROPERTY OF F. MULDER*
At the sight of this *marking* we both started to laugh. I didn´t complain. Not only the shirt
belongs to him but it´s contents, too.
Still laughing Mulder took my small hand in his bigger one and led me downstairs.
Mom was just coming out of the kitchen and grinned when she spotted the tape on my sleeve.
But I shot her my best don´t-dare-to-say-someting look and her mouth closed without letting
out a single word. Yep, that look works just fine with her.
What a pity that it doesn´t work at all with Mulder.
So we strolled to moms backyard, the ball still in my right hand, the other entangled with
Mulders.
I didn´t want to let go of Mulder, but I eventually had to if I wanted to kick his ass in this little
game he´d promised me.
At first we chased each other running, dribbling and shooting just for fun on this little make-shift
court. Basketball it really tough for someone as short as me, but I gave my best and Mulder shot
me some amazed glances.
Growing up with brothers surely had it´s advantages. How could I not be good at this when I
had such great instructors? Though I never mentioned it to Mulder. But the astonished expression
on his face was worth it. Big time.
When we were both too exhausted to run any longer around like kids we settled for a little
one-on-one free throw shooting. We´d shoot 5 times and then it would be the other´s turn. The
first who got 20 points would be the winner.
I beat Mulder 20 to 16.
His ego was a bit damaged now. Poor Mulder!
"Hey" I said and gently touched his forearm. "I´ll give you a revanche. Tomorrow?"
"Great. I promise I´ll do better then. So what do you wnt me to do for you?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You know, it´s usually the loser who pays the drinks. But that option is obviously out today.
But is there something you want?"
*You*, I thought, but then I said "At first I want us to take a shower. You can go first. And then...
let´s see...you mentioned a surprise for me?"
"Only if you promise to stay a while at your room so I can set up everything. No snooping. I think
an hour would do. And I need a little cooperation from your mom."
I gave him a curious look. "I´m sure she´ll help you. Do you want me to do something, too?"
"Yup. Dress nicely..."
With that he headed for the bathroom. He must have seen my quizzical look but be only smiled
mysteriously.
So I did him the favor and stayed in my room, wondering what he´s doing down there with mom.
After taking a shower myself I had plenty of time to rummage through my clothes for the right thing
to wear. *Dress nicely...*
In the end I had to decide between a short sleeveless black dress and a turquoise gown with
spaghetti straps that´s a little longer.
I go for the turquoise gown, ´cause it´s always been my favourite and I´m wearing enough black at
work. Besides, the turquoise goes very well with my auburn hair which I´ve pinned up on my head.
After exactly an hour I hear a knock at my door.
END (for now)
AUTHOR´S NOTES 2: it´s been awhile since I´ve written this but couldn´t decide wether to post
it or not...tell me if it works for you.