Title: The Way We Were?
Author: Dana E. Vassy
Rating: PG
Category: NoRoMo, missing scene
Spoilers: Erm, Anasazi – cuz that's where the scene is 'missing'. Barbra Streisand's
film The Way We Were, (yummy Robert Redford)
Dedications: To Elaine, I finally realised what a bitch you are…thanks for the wake-
up call.
She watched wistfully as he finally drifted into sleep. The cold cloth on his head was
now lukewarm from his high body heat. With a sigh, she removed the damp cotton.
Sleep threatened to overcome her. After nearly being killed, the last thing she needed
was a night vigil.
Slowly, so as to avoid disturbing his light sleep, Scully began to undress her partner.
She slipped Mulder's gun out of its holster and laid it on the table next to his inert
form. Undoing the thick laces on his Cat boots, she could not help but smile at his
angelic expression. It took years from his world-wearied features.
As she eased his arms from the sleeves of the bloodied shirt, Scully pondered the
strangeness of her partner's behaviour. They had only known each other a year and a
half, but she realised that this was too weird even for him. Now she had a dilemma –
did the jeans stay or go? He couldn't be too uncomfortable in them or he wouldn't
have slept. A decision like this required a coffee break.
Scully mused over her relationship with Mulder as she made the welcome caffeine
drink. It was a strong friendship, and she finally could trust someone completely. But
that was it – platonomy. God, that wasn't even a word – definitely time to get some
sleep. Her weary mind taunted her with the prospect of seeing Mulder stripped.
Great, developing schizophrenia must be another perk of chasing mythical aliens with
Mulder. Besides, they were just friends she rationalised.
Draining her mug quickly, she headed back to the bedroom. *Time to check on your
patient Dr Scully* The thought of a medical career seemed even less appealing –
Scully had lost all energy to be alert all night. Maybe Mulder would be fine after a
couple of hours and go home. Maybe.
As she entered the tidy room, she was greeted by Mulder's discarded jeans and t-shirt.
Well, at least he had saved her the trouble. She sat on the opposite side of the bed and
watched him doze. God, she wanted to sleep – but the couch seemed so far away.
Perhaps, she could just…and she was crashed out beside him on the bed, overcome
with exhaustion. Her sleep was deep and dreamless.
She was aware of someone's arm around her, and warm breath on her cheek. Her
eyes flickered open to see Mulder nestled against her, eyes still closed. Then his lips
moved to her neck, lightly brushing the exposed skin. Scully was paralysed with
shock. What was he playing at? He moved on top of her, still nuzzling her neck. As
much as she hated to admit it, it felt nice. But then, when was the last time a guy had
shared her bed? But before she could argue with herself, Mulder stopped.
He had fallen asleep, lying on top of her.
Scully let a single tear trickle down her cheek as she eased him back onto the
mattress. She had almost made a terrible mistake. Turning her back on him, she
snuggled back into her pillow. Just before she glided back into sleep, she heard him
mutter what might have been 'Dana' but it sounded more like 'Diana'. She thought
nothing of it.
Morning came too soon, and Scully awoke two minutes before the alarm. She
switched it off, not wanting to wake Mulder this early. After showering and dressing
in the bathroom, she took Mulder's gun and headed for work to run a ballistics check.
As she left, she did not see the slight frown that traversed Mulder's features.
Author: Dana E. Vassy
Rating: PG
Category: NoRoMo, missing scene
Spoilers: Erm, Anasazi – cuz that's where the scene is 'missing'. Barbra Streisand's
film The Way We Were, (yummy Robert Redford)
Dedications: To Elaine, I finally realised what a bitch you are…thanks for the wake-
up call.
She watched wistfully as he finally drifted into sleep. The cold cloth on his head was
now lukewarm from his high body heat. With a sigh, she removed the damp cotton.
Sleep threatened to overcome her. After nearly being killed, the last thing she needed
was a night vigil.
Slowly, so as to avoid disturbing his light sleep, Scully began to undress her partner.
She slipped Mulder's gun out of its holster and laid it on the table next to his inert
form. Undoing the thick laces on his Cat boots, she could not help but smile at his
angelic expression. It took years from his world-wearied features.
As she eased his arms from the sleeves of the bloodied shirt, Scully pondered the
strangeness of her partner's behaviour. They had only known each other a year and a
half, but she realised that this was too weird even for him. Now she had a dilemma –
did the jeans stay or go? He couldn't be too uncomfortable in them or he wouldn't
have slept. A decision like this required a coffee break.
Scully mused over her relationship with Mulder as she made the welcome caffeine
drink. It was a strong friendship, and she finally could trust someone completely. But
that was it – platonomy. God, that wasn't even a word – definitely time to get some
sleep. Her weary mind taunted her with the prospect of seeing Mulder stripped.
Great, developing schizophrenia must be another perk of chasing mythical aliens with
Mulder. Besides, they were just friends she rationalised.
Draining her mug quickly, she headed back to the bedroom. *Time to check on your
patient Dr Scully* The thought of a medical career seemed even less appealing –
Scully had lost all energy to be alert all night. Maybe Mulder would be fine after a
couple of hours and go home. Maybe.
As she entered the tidy room, she was greeted by Mulder's discarded jeans and t-shirt.
Well, at least he had saved her the trouble. She sat on the opposite side of the bed and
watched him doze. God, she wanted to sleep – but the couch seemed so far away.
Perhaps, she could just…and she was crashed out beside him on the bed, overcome
with exhaustion. Her sleep was deep and dreamless.
She was aware of someone's arm around her, and warm breath on her cheek. Her
eyes flickered open to see Mulder nestled against her, eyes still closed. Then his lips
moved to her neck, lightly brushing the exposed skin. Scully was paralysed with
shock. What was he playing at? He moved on top of her, still nuzzling her neck. As
much as she hated to admit it, it felt nice. But then, when was the last time a guy had
shared her bed? But before she could argue with herself, Mulder stopped.
He had fallen asleep, lying on top of her.
Scully let a single tear trickle down her cheek as she eased him back onto the
mattress. She had almost made a terrible mistake. Turning her back on him, she
snuggled back into her pillow. Just before she glided back into sleep, she heard him
mutter what might have been 'Dana' but it sounded more like 'Diana'. She thought
nothing of it.
Morning came too soon, and Scully awoke two minutes before the alarm. She
switched it off, not wanting to wake Mulder this early. After showering and dressing
in the bathroom, she took Mulder's gun and headed for work to run a ballistics check.
As she left, she did not see the slight frown that traversed Mulder's features.