Disclaimer: I know I don't own them but I thank CC and the folks at Fox
for letting me borrow them from time to time.
Summary: A lot of folks requested a sequel to my story "The Cost Of Being
Unfaithful" so here it is. Since this story begins where that one ends,
you may want to read it first. If you can't find it - email me and I will
send it along to you. Unlike most of my other stories, this one contains no
'X-file' and is my first attempt at writing a purely MSR story.
Spoilers: None
Archive: Sure, just let me know where.
I would love to know what you think. You can email me at
xfstories@yahoo.com.
Rating: PG-13 for some adult situations. Nothing too bad though.
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Chapter One - There Are No Such Thing As Fairy Tales, Right?
Scully read the last page of "Sleeping Beauty" and threw the book down in disgust thinking to herself what a stupid story it was.
A beautiful woman gets tricked into pricking her finger and doesn't awaken until the kiss of true love is bestowed upon her.
What a crock of rubbish.
No one believed these stories anyway, right?
Scully got up and walked into the kitchen wondering for the thousandth time why Wendy had chosen this story to provide the clue that brought Mulder out of the sleeplike coma instead of something more practical.
Wendy had planted the suggestion into Mulder's head that he was to remain asleep like Sleeping Beauty and slept he had. From that horrible moment in Minneapolis when he collapsed in front of Scully until she, out of sheer desperation had taken on the role of Prince Charming, had kissed Mulder while he slept.
He had awaken almost immediately causing Scully to experience both great relief at his recovery and great dread that she was supposed to be Mulder's one true love.
Her mind had been grappling with the notion ever since. Reading the story a dozen times had only added to her confusion.
Was she is his true love? If so, what did that mean to them, their partnership, their work?
But perhaps more importantly, what did it mean if he wasn't hers?
Scully looked at clock and seeing that it was nearing 8 pm toyed with the idea of catching a movie on television. It was a better way to spend a Friday night than dissecting a fairy tale.
Mulder noticed the chance in Scully almost as soon as he had opened his eyes in the hospital room some two weeks before.
His first conscious thought was that someone was kissing him. Very lightly, very tenderly like he was a fragile piece of glass which could easily be broken.
That tender kiss had ended and he had felt something stir within him. He was treated to another kiss and had found himself responding to it wanting desperately to pull himself out of his dreamlike state and into the present so he could enjoy it fully.
The kiss had stopped and he had opened his eyes to find Scully's deep blue ones staring down at him full of love, concern and a single tear as she saw him coming around.
A moment later, the look of pure joy had been replaced with one of comprehension and then confusion as she had quickly retreated to the safety of her chair by his bed.
It had taken him a few minutes to waken fully and when he did, he had asked her what had happened. Scully had explained everything in a clinical manner except for why she had been kissing him.
"Scully" he had asked her "Don't get the wrong idea, but I am a bit curious as to why you were kissing me."
Scully had blushed and Mulder smiled at the memory of it. It was rare that he caught Scully in an embarrassed moment.
She had told him simply how Wendy had put the suggestion of sleep into his head and how she had refused to tell anyone how to break the trance. "The only clue she provided was that you would sleep like Sleeping Beauty."
Scully had stopped there hoping against hope that Mulder would be able to put together the rest of the story himself. After a couple of minutes a large smile covered his face.
"So you are my Prince Charming Scully?" he had said trying not to laugh at the way his partner was squirming in her chair.
"Well, nothing else was working" she said defensively "and I figured what could it hurt?"
Mulder was about to make a crude comment but had pity on her and let it go.
He had let it of for the past two weeks but he knew the time was coming when he and Scully would have to talk about the implications - real or imagined - of that one particular kiss.
He had given it little consideration other than the thought that the kiss had validated his long standing belief that he and Scully would sooner or later end up together.
Scully, on the other hand, had been bothered by the implications a great deal. She was avoiding him like the plague and although Mulder had found it rather amusing at the beginning it was starting to interfere with their work and their relationship.
For years part of Mulder had assumed that whenever the time was right, he and Scully would finally take their relationship to another level. He was not quite sure what that level would be, but he was sure that he and Scully would always be together.
Now, seeing her reaction to the mere thought of being his 'true love', he was beginning to wonder if his assumptions were wrong.
He looked at his watch and noticed that it was getting on towards 8 pm. He laughed at himself for still sitting at work on a Friday night at this late hour.
Mulder made up his mind then. He would stop and pick up some beer and then head over Scully's. It was time they had a little talk.
+++++++++++++++++ End of chapter one. You folks asked for a sequel - I hope you like it!
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Chapter One - There Are No Such Thing As Fairy Tales, Right?
Scully read the last page of "Sleeping Beauty" and threw the book down in disgust thinking to herself what a stupid story it was.
A beautiful woman gets tricked into pricking her finger and doesn't awaken until the kiss of true love is bestowed upon her.
What a crock of rubbish.
No one believed these stories anyway, right?
Scully got up and walked into the kitchen wondering for the thousandth time why Wendy had chosen this story to provide the clue that brought Mulder out of the sleeplike coma instead of something more practical.
Wendy had planted the suggestion into Mulder's head that he was to remain asleep like Sleeping Beauty and slept he had. From that horrible moment in Minneapolis when he collapsed in front of Scully until she, out of sheer desperation had taken on the role of Prince Charming, had kissed Mulder while he slept.
He had awaken almost immediately causing Scully to experience both great relief at his recovery and great dread that she was supposed to be Mulder's one true love.
Her mind had been grappling with the notion ever since. Reading the story a dozen times had only added to her confusion.
Was she is his true love? If so, what did that mean to them, their partnership, their work?
But perhaps more importantly, what did it mean if he wasn't hers?
Scully looked at clock and seeing that it was nearing 8 pm toyed with the idea of catching a movie on television. It was a better way to spend a Friday night than dissecting a fairy tale.
Mulder noticed the chance in Scully almost as soon as he had opened his eyes in the hospital room some two weeks before.
His first conscious thought was that someone was kissing him. Very lightly, very tenderly like he was a fragile piece of glass which could easily be broken.
That tender kiss had ended and he had felt something stir within him. He was treated to another kiss and had found himself responding to it wanting desperately to pull himself out of his dreamlike state and into the present so he could enjoy it fully.
The kiss had stopped and he had opened his eyes to find Scully's deep blue ones staring down at him full of love, concern and a single tear as she saw him coming around.
A moment later, the look of pure joy had been replaced with one of comprehension and then confusion as she had quickly retreated to the safety of her chair by his bed.
It had taken him a few minutes to waken fully and when he did, he had asked her what had happened. Scully had explained everything in a clinical manner except for why she had been kissing him.
"Scully" he had asked her "Don't get the wrong idea, but I am a bit curious as to why you were kissing me."
Scully had blushed and Mulder smiled at the memory of it. It was rare that he caught Scully in an embarrassed moment.
She had told him simply how Wendy had put the suggestion of sleep into his head and how she had refused to tell anyone how to break the trance. "The only clue she provided was that you would sleep like Sleeping Beauty."
Scully had stopped there hoping against hope that Mulder would be able to put together the rest of the story himself. After a couple of minutes a large smile covered his face.
"So you are my Prince Charming Scully?" he had said trying not to laugh at the way his partner was squirming in her chair.
"Well, nothing else was working" she said defensively "and I figured what could it hurt?"
Mulder was about to make a crude comment but had pity on her and let it go.
He had let it of for the past two weeks but he knew the time was coming when he and Scully would have to talk about the implications - real or imagined - of that one particular kiss.
He had given it little consideration other than the thought that the kiss had validated his long standing belief that he and Scully would sooner or later end up together.
Scully, on the other hand, had been bothered by the implications a great deal. She was avoiding him like the plague and although Mulder had found it rather amusing at the beginning it was starting to interfere with their work and their relationship.
For years part of Mulder had assumed that whenever the time was right, he and Scully would finally take their relationship to another level. He was not quite sure what that level would be, but he was sure that he and Scully would always be together.
Now, seeing her reaction to the mere thought of being his 'true love', he was beginning to wonder if his assumptions were wrong.
He looked at his watch and noticed that it was getting on towards 8 pm. He laughed at himself for still sitting at work on a Friday night at this late hour.
Mulder made up his mind then. He would stop and pick up some beer and then head over Scully's. It was time they had a little talk.
+++++++++++++++++ End of chapter one. You folks asked for a sequel - I hope you like it!
