This story is based on the episode "Triangle" from season six. The characters or original episode do not belong to me.
"Pull him onboard, pull him onboard. Is he dead? Well he will be soon in you keep hurting him like that," Mulder vaguely heard voices around him, zoning in and out of consciousness.
When he finally came to, he was disoriented. Scully was standing over his bed holding a glass of water. Her hair was curled and she was a casual blue dress with little frills on the side. The lighting was dim, but he could still see everything.
"Where am I?" What happened?" A sudden rush of memory flooded his brain and he tried to sit up. "No, wait. When am I?" She raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Before you jumped overboard, you said something about a time warp and getting back to history. Well, I guess your own time period didn't want you because it's still 1939," She handed him the water.
He laid back down, letting his head hit the mattress hard, then regretting it. He sat up again, rubbing the back of his head. He winced.
"I thought that if I jumped, someone would find me and I could go back to my own time."
"Which is when?"
"1998," He said carefully, gauging her reaction. She rolled her eyes, unconvinced.
"Ok, whatever. To answer your first two questions, you are in my room aboard the Queen Anne. As of about an hour ago, we are heading back to the America's. We will be there in about two days. I turned the ship around because you asked me to, but now I'm having doubts. You said you would go back to your time, but you didn't. What else could you be lying about? What will we do when we get there? They're not expecting us at port, and what will we do when we get there?"
"Alright, we will deliver your scientist to the CIA and he can create the atomic bomb. Do you have a place in America?" He asked.
"Yes I do. I may be a G-Woman, but they do pay me a lot to do this stuff. Let me guess, you don't?"
"Yeah, about that, I kinda need a place to stay for awhile. I'll give you all the money I have on me, but I don't have a bank account in this century," he stated sheepishly.
She looked into his hazel eyes and thought it over quickly. He was so handsome, but the cute ones were always spies, so there was a certain risk involved. He seemed to be telling the truth, but there was no way to tell, so she took a risk.
"You can stay with me, but you are going to have to work for it." She looked at the rest of his body, "You seem to be dry enough. Can you move?" He lifted an arm straight into the air. "Good, come with me. We took the ship back from the Nazis and they're serving a meal right now. You need to eat after what you've been through."
He looked at her curiously. It was the same Scully all right, still a doctor at heart, trying to take care of him, to make sure he was ok. He stood up, only a little light headed and walked around the cabin. He quickly found the wooden door, opened it, and held it open for the woman he'd known for almost six years. Six years of trust, gone right out the window. It had literally taken her years to start trusting him. He supposed she wouldn't approve of most of his more radical theories, so he made a mental note to keep them to himself. And on top of it all, he had kissed her.
They walked side by side, not talking, not looking at each other. Scully was deep in thought. Did she imagine it? Did he really kiss her? She recalled it clearly. She thought she saw something in his eyes before his lips touched hers. It wasn't passion, maybe lust, but she suspected it was something more. Then again it was dark. There was no doubt he was good looking, but it was like he saw right through her. Like he'd known her for years. She didn't know what to make of it.
When they finally go to the dining room, it was a relief for both of them. They got their food and headed toward a secluded table in the back.
"So, when we get back, are you going straight back to work or…"
"I have some vacation time coming up and I think I could use it."
"Good."
"So why don't you explain some things to me, like how you know things about me. Why you seem to see straight through me. I feel like we've met before, but I'm sure I'd remember you." She was so curious.
He chuckled, knowing she wouldn't believe him, "I'll tell you later, I promise. Right now, I just wanna have fun. We are on a luxury liner after all." She glared at him sourly. "May I have this dance?" He held out his hand toward her, and for the first time, she heard the slow music and singer in the background.
She took his hand cautiously. He led her to the middle of the dance floor and placed his hand on her waist. She put her hand in his and her other hand on his shoulder, and they danced slowly to the rhythm of the music.
He was a good dancer. She could tell by his rhythm, even though it was a slow song. It wasn't so much his footwork, but the way in which he moved. His hips swayed as though he had done this many times before. She found herself impressed more than usual by this revelation. She had met plenty of men who knew how to dance, but somehow none of them compared to this stranger.
When the dance was done, he led her by the hand back to the table to finish the meal.
As soon as they were both done, he once again offered her his arm and they left the crowded room.
I have three stories going on right now, and I have no idea how I am going to be able to keep them all going. Ideas are appreciated, as are reviews (which I love, so don't be shy.) I am still looking for a beta, someone I can bounce ideas off of, or someone to cowrite a story (not necessarily this one.) Anyway, this week is going to be hell for me. I have a math test, a science test, and a world history test. On top of it all, I have to prepare every day for my daily tutoring session because if I didn't I wouldn't know what to teach. Anyway, someone email me because I need some comic relief.