Title: Driving Me Crazy part 2
Author: Dana E. Vassy
Rating: R, bad language
Category: post-ep, MSR
Disclaimer: "Sir my experience of lawyers is that they
won't sue little law student fanfic writers" No
infringement intended, no profit, not mine. I think that
covers it.
Feedback and Archiving: just let me know at
scullys_no_slut@viceprez.fsnet.co.uk
If you don't send me feedback, my feverish 101 degree
temperature will continue to rise until I melt...
Dedications: The start of Mulder's outburst is paraphrasing
from Hubbel and Katie's first break-up in 'The Way We
Were'. And to Sarah, for her late night text messages of
fic discussion.
Summary: Scully has had as much as she's gonna take, and
gets a pleasant surprise when she speaks up.
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"Want to lose your only friend?
Well keep it up, you're doing fine
Why this humiliation?
Why treat me like a fool?
I've taken shit for seven years
And I won't take it anymore"
ELAINE PAIGE'S Chess outburst "Nobody's Side"
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She threw the front door open, not caring if there
was anything in the way to damage. Mulder stood
agape in the middle of the living room, confused by
her presence. Meeting Scully's glare made him drop
the mail nervously on the table.
"You."
One word, and Scully knew she was on a roll.
One word, and Mulder knew he was severely in the
shit.
"What the hell gives you the right to talk down
to me like that? And more to the point, how dare
you dismiss me when all I wanted to do was comfort
you? To try and stop some of the pain? But hey,
it's good ol' Scully: there when you need her,
always on hold for you.
"I was frantic about you Mulder, chasing across
the country with a potential murderer, not to
mention what we thought was a fatal contagion. And
when Crump turned out to be a victim, another
innocent led to the slaughter, I felt it too. I
wanted to cry over it there and then, but instead
I tried to be there for you. Whole lot of good
that did me."
Mulder opened his mouth to interrupt, but
immediately thought better of it. Having paused
for breath, Scully plunged on.
"That's the problem. You don't think I can, or
even should feel that way. After all these years,
you still consider the X-Files to be yours.
Despite everything I've sacrificed, maybe even more
than you; and you still think of me as an outsider.
Why? Is it because I don't try to jeopardise my
career and my future by sulking over every cruelty
that befell me in the past? Did I not cry about it
all loud enough? Are only self-pitying martyrs fit
to carry your torch?"
She could see her words having effect, he was
wincing as though they were physical blows. But
needing to follow through, Scully pressed on.
"At this rate Mulder, my job will be the next
sacrifice. Maybe it's worth it, in this quest for
the truth. But not when you're as tired as I am.
I'm tired of only being acknowledged when it suits
you. That you think you're superior enough to me,
to 'acknowledge' what I do. How gracious. To think
I should follow around like a droopy-eyed pup, even
when you run off with your ex-girlfriends, or a hot
prospect. You lead me into thinking you can't live
without me, then abandon me. And that hurts,
Mulder. It hurts more than I thought imaginable."
Her demeanour had softened, warm tears signaling
the end of her tirade. An uneasy silence
infiltrated the room. Once again, no apology
escaped Mulder's lips. But he still had plenty to
say.
"You think it's easy working with you? Not once
have you attempted to appreciate what I suggest in
cases. And even when I'm right, you still argue
the point. In fact, you're so ready to fight, you
don't take the time to understand anything. It's
always science, counter-attack, dismiss - anything
to save you taking a chance.
"And as for showing appreciation... It's
impossible to gauge your moods. Fine if I see you
when you deign to be flirty, or actually let
yourself have some fun. But most of the time,
you're busy disapproving of me and trying to be the
ultimate professional.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm talking to a brick
wall, you have a knack of shutting yourself down,
and shutting me out with it. I'm tired too. Tired
of playing games. If I tell you how much I need
you, it's patronising; if I don't, I'm ignorant. I
can't win.
The sharpness faded from his voice, as though some
obstacle had sucked the wind from his sails.
"Everything I do relating to you is based on
friendship and respect. You mean so much to me,
you really are the only one I trust. Sometimes, I
want to convince myself that I can trust others,
people I loved, but I'm proved wrong every damn
time. And sometimes, I want to think we might have
more than friendship. You make me believe it on
occasion, then shy away. You're no better than a
tease."
Scully looked up from where she was perched on the
sofa. How could he? After being so sweet towards
the end, he was calling her names?
"A tease? You've got a fucking cheek..."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes..."
They had risen to their feet at some unnoticed
point, edging closer unconsciously. And when their
lips met, it seemed almost intentional.
Author: Dana E. Vassy
Rating: R, bad language
Category: post-ep, MSR
Disclaimer: "Sir my experience of lawyers is that they
won't sue little law student fanfic writers" No
infringement intended, no profit, not mine. I think that
covers it.
Feedback and Archiving: just let me know at
scullys_no_slut@viceprez.fsnet.co.uk
If you don't send me feedback, my feverish 101 degree
temperature will continue to rise until I melt...
Dedications: The start of Mulder's outburst is paraphrasing
from Hubbel and Katie's first break-up in 'The Way We
Were'. And to Sarah, for her late night text messages of
fic discussion.
Summary: Scully has had as much as she's gonna take, and
gets a pleasant surprise when she speaks up.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Want to lose your only friend?
Well keep it up, you're doing fine
Why this humiliation?
Why treat me like a fool?
I've taken shit for seven years
And I won't take it anymore"
ELAINE PAIGE'S Chess outburst "Nobody's Side"
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
She threw the front door open, not caring if there
was anything in the way to damage. Mulder stood
agape in the middle of the living room, confused by
her presence. Meeting Scully's glare made him drop
the mail nervously on the table.
"You."
One word, and Scully knew she was on a roll.
One word, and Mulder knew he was severely in the
shit.
"What the hell gives you the right to talk down
to me like that? And more to the point, how dare
you dismiss me when all I wanted to do was comfort
you? To try and stop some of the pain? But hey,
it's good ol' Scully: there when you need her,
always on hold for you.
"I was frantic about you Mulder, chasing across
the country with a potential murderer, not to
mention what we thought was a fatal contagion. And
when Crump turned out to be a victim, another
innocent led to the slaughter, I felt it too. I
wanted to cry over it there and then, but instead
I tried to be there for you. Whole lot of good
that did me."
Mulder opened his mouth to interrupt, but
immediately thought better of it. Having paused
for breath, Scully plunged on.
"That's the problem. You don't think I can, or
even should feel that way. After all these years,
you still consider the X-Files to be yours.
Despite everything I've sacrificed, maybe even more
than you; and you still think of me as an outsider.
Why? Is it because I don't try to jeopardise my
career and my future by sulking over every cruelty
that befell me in the past? Did I not cry about it
all loud enough? Are only self-pitying martyrs fit
to carry your torch?"
She could see her words having effect, he was
wincing as though they were physical blows. But
needing to follow through, Scully pressed on.
"At this rate Mulder, my job will be the next
sacrifice. Maybe it's worth it, in this quest for
the truth. But not when you're as tired as I am.
I'm tired of only being acknowledged when it suits
you. That you think you're superior enough to me,
to 'acknowledge' what I do. How gracious. To think
I should follow around like a droopy-eyed pup, even
when you run off with your ex-girlfriends, or a hot
prospect. You lead me into thinking you can't live
without me, then abandon me. And that hurts,
Mulder. It hurts more than I thought imaginable."
Her demeanour had softened, warm tears signaling
the end of her tirade. An uneasy silence
infiltrated the room. Once again, no apology
escaped Mulder's lips. But he still had plenty to
say.
"You think it's easy working with you? Not once
have you attempted to appreciate what I suggest in
cases. And even when I'm right, you still argue
the point. In fact, you're so ready to fight, you
don't take the time to understand anything. It's
always science, counter-attack, dismiss - anything
to save you taking a chance.
"And as for showing appreciation... It's
impossible to gauge your moods. Fine if I see you
when you deign to be flirty, or actually let
yourself have some fun. But most of the time,
you're busy disapproving of me and trying to be the
ultimate professional.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm talking to a brick
wall, you have a knack of shutting yourself down,
and shutting me out with it. I'm tired too. Tired
of playing games. If I tell you how much I need
you, it's patronising; if I don't, I'm ignorant. I
can't win.
The sharpness faded from his voice, as though some
obstacle had sucked the wind from his sails.
"Everything I do relating to you is based on
friendship and respect. You mean so much to me,
you really are the only one I trust. Sometimes, I
want to convince myself that I can trust others,
people I loved, but I'm proved wrong every damn
time. And sometimes, I want to think we might have
more than friendship. You make me believe it on
occasion, then shy away. You're no better than a
tease."
Scully looked up from where she was perched on the
sofa. How could he? After being so sweet towards
the end, he was calling her names?
"A tease? You've got a fucking cheek..."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes..."
They had risen to their feet at some unnoticed
point, edging closer unconsciously. And when their
lips met, it seemed almost intentional.