THE X-FILES
A MULDER & SCULLY FANFIC
"Il Fait Toujours Du Soleil"SCENE 1
Scully pushed back her red hair from her face as she stepped out of the Miami International Airport. It was barely 10:00 AM and already the sun was beaming down and the air was heavy.
"It's so hot here." She complained to her partner as she dragged her luggage behind her towards their rental car.
"It's the not the heat, Scully, it's the humidity," Mulder answered matter-of-factly.
"Shut up, Mulder."
He opened the trunk to their 2009 Ford Taurus so they could load up their luggage. He then opened up the door and started the car, setting the AC to blast. Scully got in on the passenger side and cried out as she put her hand on the seat to get in.
"Ouch!"
"What's wrong?" Mulder asked.
"What kind of ridiculous car rental company would have a car with black leather seats in MIAMI?! I just burned my hand on the seat."
Mulder shrugged, "Who knows?"
Scully muttering shook her head to get in.
"You seem to be in a mood," Mulder commented.
Scully responded with a glare.
"Well this should cheer you up," He said with a smile.
"And what's that? We get to investigate Miami transvestites who believe they're alien abductees?"
Mulder chuckled, "No but that would be fun. No, we are actually not here on business."
"What do you mean?"
He touched her shoulder, "Scully we are here for a much needed and well-deserved vacation."
"Mulder!" She smacked his shoulder.
"Ow," He murmured as he took his hand away.
"So let me get this straight, there is no X-File? You dragged me down here in the middle of July to a sub-tropical climate that by the way will probably have a hurricane pass through any moment…all this for a vacation??"
Mulder nodded, "Yeah."
Scully sighed, "You are ridiculous."
"Think about it, we work all the time and never get to enjoy ourselves or have any fun…" He grinned at her playfully.
Scully rolled her eyes. "Oh boy. You know what? This heat, excuse me humidity has already worn me out so much that I don't have any more left in me to argue with you. How long are we here for this vacation?"
"Five days, that was the most I could get us."
"What? You mean Skinner knew about this?"
"Well…yeah. I had to get it approved. Oh and not to worry, I made sure to have your mother secretly pack some extra clothes for you including a swimsuit."
Scully shook her head, "My mother knew about this?! Fine, whatever. Let's just get to our hotel. Please tell me it has a pool because all I feel like doing is laying beside it."
"Of course! It's Miami."
SCENE 2
They pulled up the hotel and parked in the large parking deck Mulder led the way to the hotel check-in counter. Scully decided to wait with their luggage by the couch in the lobby. She had to admit, the place was pretty nice. Huge sculpted ceilings and palm trees and flora everywhere. Mulder jogged back over to her.
"Everything set?" She asked.
"Um yeah…well kind of."
Her eyes narrowed, "What do you mean kind of Mulder?"
He looked at her nervously, "Well um they seem to have only booked us one room." He cringed, waiting to be smacked again. When it didn't happen he started talking again.
"Look, I'm sorry. They said they would have another room open on Wednesday."
"Wednesday? But it's only Monday." She threw her arms in the air, "Fine, whatever. Let's just get unpacked."
Mulder grinned, this wouldn't be so bad.
SCENE 3
Scully and Mulder took turns in the bathroom changing. While Mulder was in there, Scully took a side-glance of herself in the full-length mirror by the door. She had put on a yellow wrap and a flowing floral skirt over her 2-piece swimsuit. Throwing on her flip-flops she realized she could definitely use a tan. She looked like a ghost. She only hoped her fair skin wouldn't burn to a crisp in the strong Florida sun.
The bathroom door opened and Mulder stepped out. He looked relaxed in swim trunks and an open at the neck white linen shirt. He had topped it off with some sharp-looking black shades.
Scully was drawn to his open shirt for some reason and couldn't take her eyes off of him. It was just so unusual seeing him dressed like that, yeah that was it, nothing more. She shook the clouded thoughts out of her head.
Mulder walked over to her, leaning down towards her. For a brief second Scully thought he was going to kiss her. Instead he huskily said, "You look nice." He straightened up and Scully caught a whiff of Axe. My goodness that stuff was intoxicating. She blinked.
"Ready?" She asked.
"You bet." He replied and they headed down to the pool.
SCENE 4
Scully headed straight for the lounge chairs and stretched out luxuriously on one. Mulder laid their towels out on the one beside her. He dropped his shades on the chair as well.
"I'm going to take a dip." He un-buttoned and took off his linen shirt.
Scully propped her shades up on her head, "Hm? Oh ok…" She couldn't help but stare at his smooth chest. "Have fun…" she trailed off as he dove into the pool. Geez, was this sun making her delirious or what? What in the world was her problem? She slipped her shades back on and laid down sighing.
Mulder felt Scully watching him as he dove into the pool and smiled knowingly. They really did need a vacation. Maybe Scully would loosen up for a change.
"You better be careful, your lovely pale skin could get burned out here," a lilting male British voice said beside her.
Scully opened her eyes and pushed up her shades again, "Hm? Oh, hello," she said as she turned to her right and saw an incredibly handsome blonde-haired gentleman sitting in a lounge chair. He was chiseled and strong looking wearing a collared shirt and loose linen slacks. He had a familiar look about him; in fact he looked a lot like the new James Bond…
His striking blue eyes twinkled at her, "Seriously, you should be careful out here."
Scully felt mesmerized by his stare and felt herself blushing much to her dismay, "Oh I am. I've got sunscreen on."
He stuck his hand out, "The name's Steed, Steed Adams."
"Oh, my name's Dana Scully," she said shaking his firm hand. "What do you do, Mr. Adams?"
"Oh please call me Steed. All my closest friends do," he smiled charmingly at her. Scully felt like she was going to swoon.
"Ok, Steed."
"Well I got lucky in the stock market when I moved to the States from the UK and was able to take some time off and travel. I've got my yacht tied up here close by in fact."
Wow, who was this guy, Scully thought. Certainly a rich guy that was no doubt.
"So what do you do Dana? May I call you Dana?"
Scully nodded, you can call me anything you want she thought.
She realized it was her turn to speak, "Um I'm an FBI agent actually."
Steed smiled, "Ah, I could tell you looked like a woman who could take care of herself quite well."
Scully looked at him, "Well yes, I do pretty well."
"Forgive me if this is a little forward but I would love to continue our conversation over dinner tonight. If you'll join me?" Steed searched her green eyes.
"Um, well…" Scully thought of how she was still annoyed with Mulder and his dragging her down here on the pretense of an X-File.
"I'd love to. Besides I'm on vacation." She said confidently.
"Wonderful, I'll meet you in the hotel restaurant?"
"Sounds great." She breathed.
He stood up, "Well I've got some things to take care of, I'll see you soon." He took her hand and kissed it. Surprisingly coming from him it wasn't cheesy in any way. Scully only felt that she wondered what it'd be like to kiss him on the mouth. She sighed, lost in her daydream as he walked away.
"Who was that guy?" Mulder came up behind her destroying her intimate daydream.
Scully smiled up at him, "I've got a date tonight." She got up and flounced off towards the hotel room.
"What?" Mulder called after her, "What do you mean a date? Hey! Wait up!"
SCENE 5
Mulder paced the hotel room back and forth waiting for Scully to come out of the bathroom. He couldn't believe in the ten minutes he was in the pool Scully had gotten a date. He was hoping the two of them were going to get to spend time together. Now this joker was taking her to dinner. Steed.
"What the heck kind of name is Steed anyway?" he asked through the bathroom door.
Scully answered back through the door, "He's British. They all have weird names. Anyways, I wouldn't talk Fox."
"Hey, I have a cool name," he muttered pretending not to be hurt.
She finally opened the bathroom door, a cloud of shower steam rising from behind her. She stepped out of it and Mulder was taken aback. She looked gorgeous. Her soft red hair was pulled into an updo and she was wearing a form-fitting strappy black dress that hugged in all the right places. She had topped it off with a shiny pearl necklace.
"I take it from your open-mouthed silence I look good?" She asked boldly.
Mulder shut his mouth and swallowed, "Well yea, you look nice. Very nice." He felt a twinge wishing it were for him she was dressing up for.
"Can you zip me up?"
He swallowed again, "Um yea sure." He walked over to her and pulled the zipper upwards his fingers lightly touching her skin at the top of the dress. Her creamy skin glowed and she smelled lovely. Like Dove soap.
She reached a hand back to the zipper touching his lingering fingers, "Is it good?"
"Yea, you're good." Mulder went to remove his hand when she suddenly grabbed it and pressed it to her mouth, kissing it once and letting it go. Turning around all she said was, "Thanks."
Mulder nodded and watched as she grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
"Don't wait up," she called over her shoulder.