Scully's House
Special Agent Dana Scully sat curled up under a warm polar fleece blanket. It was the FBI's day off. A good thing too, she thought, since it was beginning to snow. She continued to watch to beautiful winter scenery outside, as she slowly took a sip from her black coffee mug. As she let her mind wander,
she started to think of Mulder. "I wonder what he's doing right now?" she whispered softly to herself.
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Mulder's Apartment
Mulder finished tying his shoelaces and headed over to Scully's apartment with a little christmas wrapped box. Scully will be really surprised with my gift, he thought. He drove his old Chevorlet to her apartment. His car needed some repairs but it could wait until after the holidays.
Scully's House
When he arrived at Scully's, he raised his arm and knocked at her door.
Inside the apartment, Scully wondered who that could be. She shuffled towards the door, bathrobe wrapped around her slender body, and peered through the peephole. Oh, its Mulder. Whats he doing here?
Scully opened the door and let him in. "Hi Mulder. What brings you here?"
"What? Can't I just drop by?" he asked smirking. " Actually, I just wanted to deliver a Christmas gift, Scully," " But Christmas isn't until tommorow. Don't you think you should have brought it then?" "So? I can still have the X-mas spirit, cant I?" he asked still with a stupid grin on his face. " Fine Mulder, but you really didn't have to get me anything." " I know. I just felt I should get something for 'Special' Agent Dana Scully." As he said the word special, he made his fingers into little qoutation marks. "Thanks for the sarcasm Mulder; I appreciate it." Now a faint smile was appearing on Scully's lips. "Would you like me to open my 'so-called' present now? Or would your highness want me to wait until tommorrow." " I see my partner, is eager to find out what I brought for her. Go ahead Scully, knock yourself out," he said.
Dana Scully smiled and pulled the thick, golden ribbon off of the box. "Nice gift-wrap Mulder," she commented. "I know, I picked it special for you." He did the little qoutation marks with the fingers again on the word special. Scully groaned. "Mulder, could you stop doing that? You're not in the seventh grade anymore!" "Sorry Scully, I forgot," he said with a phony solemn expression. "Mulderrrrrrrrrr....," Scully cried.
"Okay, okay, just open the present Scully!" "That's what I'm trying to do Mulder," Scully sighed.
She grinned and pulled the lid off of the box. And a look of shock and wonderment appeared on her face.
"Mulder, you didn't," Scully said in awe. "Yes, I did, Scully." "But Mulder---," Dana Scully was left speechless.
"You baked cookies for me Mulder?" "What, you don't think I'm capable of working at an oven? I'm hurt.," Mulder said in fake disbelief, "C'mon Scully, accept the fact that I'm just as good as you in the kitchen."
"No, Mulder, you're right, I just didn't think that you would actually bake Christmas cookies. You're just the kind of person that would go out and get a gift basket or a Rolex watch for someone." "Yeah Scully? Well I've changed."
"Alright Mulder, I was just giving my opinion," Scully replied sounding slightly exasperated. "I'm sorry." "Thats okay, Scully. Its the thought that counts right?" "Right Mulder, you're absolutely right. Thanks for the gift." "Your most welcome," Mulder said as he patted her on the shoulder.
"Well, I think I should be going now, Scully."
" Wait Mulder! I was just about to watch one of those late night movies. Do you want to join me?"
"Well, I guess it could be relaxing. Okay Scully, I think I will," he accepted. "Great! I'll go make some unsalted popcorn and low-fat ice cream for us.!" Scully said, full of enthusiasm. "Sounds good! While you're at it can you get me some de-caffinated pepsi and salt and vinegar chips without the salt and vinegar?" Mulder asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I mean, really Scully quit being such a health freak. You're gonna kill yourself in the process,"he continued. "Look Mulder, I was trying to do you a favor. Do you want something to eat or not?" she asked, clearly annoyed. "No, I think I'll pass, Scully. You don't have anything good anyway." "Its just as well Mulder. I wouldn't want to waste anything on you. All these low carbhydrate foods are reaally expensive."
"Well don't buy it then," Mulder said. " Just shut up Mulder, the movie's starting."
" Okay Scully, could you just move over a little? I can't see the tv." Scully sighed and plopped herself down next to Agent Mulder. This is going to be a long night, she thought as she watched the snow begin to pile up heavily outside her window.
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Both FBI Agents sat with their faces glued to the television. They were looking at the tv for about three hours now. It was like watching a bad movie but still wanting to see the end. "Mulder? Mulder, are you just as bored as I am ?"
"What was that, Scully?" Mulder asked while he lay lazily on the couch with his head on Scully's lap. "Mulder, get up. You're drooling on my leg." "What? Oh, sorry Dana," he said half asleep with a sheepish grin on his face. "I'm actually quite tired. I think I'll go home and call it a night. We've got a whole day of X-Files ahead of us," he proclaimed. "The job just never seems to end, huh Scully?" "Tell me about it," she replied, watching her alarm clock on the desk next to her. It now flashed 10:47 pm.
She stood up and got Mulder's trench coat. "C'mon Mulder; I'll walk you out to the driveway," she said getting her jacket too.
"Okay just a sec, Scully. I'll be right there," he yawned. He got up and looked out of the frosty window. "Wow, its really snowing out there isn't it? If this keeps up, there's going to be a winter storm warning tommorrow morning," he commented. "Hopefully not," Scully said. "I don't want to be marching around in six feet of snow searching for aliens or some other paranormal nonsense. I don't even see how you beleive all of that anyway."
Mulder and Scully strolled side by side to the door. Scully clasped her hand onto the brass doorknob and turned it. She jiggled the knob but nothing happened. Then some snow came in through a crack under the door. Thats when the sickening thought dawned on her. "Mulder, the door won't open. I think we're snowed in," Scully cried panicking. "Are you sure Scully," Mulder asked doubting her. "Well what else could it be Mulder?" Scully asked.
Mulder walked up to the heavy, oak door and twisted the knob. As before, nothing happened. "Damn it !" he cursed, and kicked the door.
"Wait Mulder, I'll phone 911," Scully said as she jogged over to the kitchen phone. She lifted the reciever to her ear and dialed the number. After a few seconds the operator's voice came on and said "The number you have dialed is out of service. Please hang up and try your call again. This is a recording." Scully slammed the phone down and hollered, "How in Hell's glory can 911 be out of service?!" Scully tried once more, but the same recording came on.
"Do you have your cell phone with you?" Mulder inquired. "Yeah, it's in my room. I'll go get it." Scully went straight to her bedroom dresser, and there lay her cellular phone Skinner gave her when she joined the FBI.
She proceeded back out to the living room where she handed Mulder the phone."Just press #2 on the speed dial," she instructed him. "Thanks, Scully." He picked up the phone and pushed the second button to the left. There was some static on the line, but otherwise the reception was fine. As he waited, Mulder tapped his feet impatiently on the floor. Finally someone answered. He heard the voice say, "Hello, 911, how may I help you?"
"Yes," Mulder began, "I'm Agent Mulder of the FBI and I have my partner, Agent Scully here too. I'm afraid we're snowed in here, and --"
"Holy Shit!" Mulder swore again as the static on the phone got louder and the line finally cut out.
"Your cell phone's dead too now, Scully," he told his fellow agent the bad news. "Oh my God. You mean now we're stuck here with litteraly no way of contacting anyone and getting help?" "I'm afraid so," Mulder started pacing back and forth in the room.
" We're stuck here until someone finds us, and since tommorrow is Christmas, we might not be out of here until the day after tommorrow.
"Oh this is just great," Scully said sarcastically. "I'm stuck in my apartment for the rest of Christmas Eve and Christmas day with you. No offense Mulder."
"Don't worry about it Scully. Everything is going to be okay. I'm not that slow-witted, you know. I can actually carry on an intelligent conversation for more than two minutes, and I have a very good sense of humer even if I do say so myself."
Scully smiled.
"No Mulder, its not you. It's...it's just I don't want to spend the rest of the holidays up here in my apartment. I was thinking of visiting my brother. We always spend Christmas together. It's sort of a family tradition, you know. Ever since we were little kids, we'd spend the day together. We would make our special holiday breakfasts and then open our presents. Then we'd watch Christamas movies and specials on tv. And the day ended with Christmas dinner. We've been celebrating like this for as long as I can remember," Scully got a distant look on her face.
"Don't you have any family traditions, Mulder?" Mulder shifted in his seat. "Well, I loved having snowball fights with Samantha when I was a kid, but ever since she disappeared, no, I don't do anything really special over the holidays. But I know how you feel, Scully. Being stranded here and all," he said sympathetically
"Thank Mulder. You're right. We're gonna have a great Christmas together. Just the two of us," Scully acknowledged, her mood brightening a bit.
"Thats the Scully I know. We both just have to keep a positive attitude." Mulder stood up and looked out the window once agian. The snow was still coming down hard, and it didn't look like it was going to let up that soon.
Mulder sighed. "Scully, what time is it?" he asked her.
"11:47pm," she replied sounding weary. Almost midnight, I think I'm going to go to bed now. It's better than staying up all night and worrying." She got up and walked gracefully to her room. "Oh, and Mulder, I don't have a guest room, so umm, if you want I guess you can stay in my room tonight,"she told him, blushing.
"Gee, thanks Scully but are you sure? I don't want to invade your privacy or anything," he stated. "No Mulder, it's okay. We've known each other for seven years. I think it's fine. I just want you to feel at home while you're here,"Scully twirled a strand of hair nervously.
"Thanks," Mulder modestly said.
Scully's Bedroom
Scully filed over to her narrow walk-in closet. She searched for a decent pair of night clothes, and finally pulled out a red satin night dress. It was really one of her favourites that she ordinarily saved for special nights.
She drew off her bathrobe and the white blouse she had on, and slipped the slinky thing on. She combed through her beautiful auburn hair as she waited for Mulder to come out of the bathroom.
Scully yawned. She really hoped tonight would go smoothly and that the FBI office and Skinner didn't find out.
"I'd die if anyone knew what happened," she muttered. "But then again, I have no choice. We're snowed in and I don't want Mulder to sleep on the floor," she continued to herself.
Scully frowned as she looked at her appearance in the mirror. Everythings gonna be okay, she reassured herself.
Just then Mulder stepped in to the room. "You look nice, Scully," he commented.
"Thank you," Scully smiled weakly. "I'll be right there Mulder. I have to go wash my face," she stumbled out of her room and into the bathroom.
Mulder in Scully's Room
Mulder smoothed out his hair and ascended up onto Scully's bed. This is really awfully nice of Dana, he thought. She really didn't have to go out of her way to make sure I had someplace to sleep. I could have slept on her couch. But as long as she's comfortable with me in her bed; thats okay. Mulder continued to think as he placed his head on the soft, pink sheeted bed.
Meanwhile in the Bathroom...
Oh my God. Oh my God, Scully repeated as she tried to control herself. She turned on the faucet over the sink, cupped some cool water into her hands, and splashed it on her face.
Just take deep breaths, she commanded herself. Everything will be fine. You'll survive.
She pulled her face towel down from the bathroom rack and dryed her cheeks and forehead.
She took one last glance at herself in the mirror, gathered up all her strength, and walked back into her bedroom.
Scully's Bedroom
Scully stepped over to the side of her bed and climbed up right next to where Mulder was. She exhaled. "I really hope you don't mind this Scully," Mulder asked one last time. "It's okay, Fox," she muttered.
"Just wanted to make sure," he confirmed.
They both just lay there side by side for a minute.
"Goodnight Mulder," Scully said.
"Goodnight Scully. Don't let the bedbugs bite," he joked. He got a distant look on his face, and then leaned over and gently kissed Scully on the forehead.
She smiled and rolled on her side facing Mulder. She closed her eyes as she stroked his forehead.
Mulder smiled also and put his arms around her as he held her tightly.
They both drifted into sleep like this forgetting the troubles of the world......
In the middle of the night
Scully rolled over unconciously in her bed. She thought she heard something outside her bedroom window, but didn't bother to get up and find out what it was. The scraping sound got louder and was soon unignorable.
She moaned and gently shook Mulder. "Mulder, Mulder wake up I think there's someone or something outside." "What? Scully it's the middle of the night," he checked the digital alarm clock next to him. It flashed 1:37 a.m.
Scully got out of bed and tried open the window. It didn't work, It was still stuck. Some of the cold night air blew in through a crack in the wall near the window. "Scully, come back to bed. Theres nothing out there," Mulder pleaded.
"Mulder, it could be a rescue party," she said. "No one knows we're here though," he continued.
"Well, I still want to see what it is." By this time the scratching was unhumanly loud. Scully grabbed her gun when she saw something banging on her window. She wanted to get a closer look but the window was snow covered.
That was when she saw a bat like creature standing right next to her. The ugly, slimy thing snarled and then it lunged at her chest. Scully shot three powerful gunshots at the creature's face. "Scully?...." Mulder said.
She ignored him and continued firing her gun. The thing finally made a loud moan and collapsed on to the carpeted floor below.
"I think I killed it, whatever it was. Lokk it's right there," Scully pointed gasping for breath. "Good job! You shot something and you didn't even know what it was. Horay Scully!" Mulder sarcastically commented. "And Scully? There's nothing on the floor there. Maybe you just imagined it. You were probably just a little freaked by that noise."
"Mulder it's right there---," Scully turned to look but the thing wasn't there anymore. "What? It just disappeared, I sware---"
"Scully, it's late, just give it a rest," Mulder groaned. "Fine Mulder, but I sware I saw it. I wouldn't lie to you."
"Yeah well," Mulder didn't know what to say.