Title : The Bear's Cave
Author: Claire
E-mail : spookyeldarion@club-internet.fr
Rating: PG
Classification: Humour/Angst
Spoilers: Detour, Fight the Future, The End
Summary: Mulder and Scully are locked in a dark cave... What could happen ? Well, it's not that easy...
Disclaimer : Not mine, go ask CC if you want them...
Author's Note: Plotless once again, and it looks like a theatre scene...only dialogue!!
Humour mixed with angst...interesting cocktail.
Read and review...
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*BANGHHHHHH!!!*
" MFHOUUUUUU!!"
" MULDER!!!!"
" ..."
" Mulder!! Say something! Where are you?!"
" MMhh... there..."
" Where? Are you okay??"
" *OUCH!!* "
" Sorry! I didn't see you... Are you all right?"
" Well, no thanks to YOU, my head is no longer my biggest worry...!"
" Where are you hurt?"
" I'M OKAY!! Nothing's...hum...wrong."
"*Sigh* Mulder..."
" Now, where the hell are we?!"
" That's it...change the subject of our conversation. I don't know really...but it's dark, I can't even see my own hands..."
" And there's a low ceiling, I can tell..."
" Really? That hollow sound was actually your head??"
" Ha, ha. Very funny, Scully."
" If it had been a bit more full up, we wouldn't be here now."
" Listen...we were lost in the middle of a forest, it was late, and a storm was approaching. What were we supposed to do? We had to take shelter somewhere, and..."
" But how did we...I mean, how did YOU get US lost?! We were walking on the footpath, and then... Didn't you have a map?!"
" If you're not satisfied, why don't you go back outside in the storm? I'm not stopping you."
" Good idea Mulder, but tell me... How possibly can I get out of here since your wonderful shelter seems to be made of rocks, and those rocks have -what a surprise!- collapsed, blocking my way out?! Maybe you even led us into a BEAR'S cave?!"
" Oh...I think I already found the bear."
" EXCUSE ME?!?!?!"
" *Moan* "
" Mulder?"
" ... "
" Is everything all right, Mulder?"
" Could you please speak a bit less loudly? You've just kept on yelling since we got here, and I don't think my head will hold out any longer..."
" You told me you were fine..."
" *Sigh* "
" I'm sorry, Mulder. I'm sorry I yelled at you. It was useless... It's just that I know we will have to remain here for a while."
" And I'm sorry to have compared you to a bear..."
" I don't know if I'll ever forgive you for that one, Mulder..."
" *Laughter* "
" Is your head okay? You're very quiet..."
" I will survive, Scully..."
" It could be more serious than you think. Let me have a look at it... "
" Yeah, right... very funny. "
" You know what I meant by that, don't be stupid. Where's the wound? "
" On my right side, above my eyebrow."
" Sorry... There ? "
" Ouch ! "
" That's it... Is it blood or water ? "
" I don't know, taste it... "
" What ?! "
" I was kidding, Scully. I have no idea what it is. "
" *Sigh* "
" Anyway, low ceilings...stupid architecture.." " Do you really think it's the architecture's fault?!"
" Who else ? It's not MY fault, is it?!"
" Maybe, but what a stupid idea to be more than six feet tall..."
" Right! What about you ? How stupid is it to be less than..."
" Shut up!"
" How long have we been here? "
" I can't read my watch...but it's certainly more than two hours... "
" I'm starving. "
" Go to the back of the cave, I'm sure you will easily find bear food... "
" Shut up ! "
" Scully?"
" ...hmmh?"
" Are you asleep?"
" No, no..."
" So it means that it's not you who is making those wild, scary noises I can hear ?"
" WHAT!!??"
" *Laughter* Go back to sleep, Scully. It must be my stomach..."
" *Sigh* One more thing like that, and I'll shoot you, Mulder."
" Right! Why don't you try to aim at me..."
" Oh! That won't be difficult... I'll just have to aim at your stomach's noises."
" Stop it! I'm more hungry than ever, now..."
" Mulder?"
" Here."
" Please, tell me that those slamming noises are your teeth..."
"..."
" And I still want to shoot you..."
" *Laughter* Yes indeed, Scully. Those noises were produced by my teeth... And you know that I'm the best shooter."
" *Giggles* In your dreams Mulder..."
" Wanna bet?"
" Brilliant, we should get prepared right now..."
" Are you cold, Mulder?"
" How did you guess that, Scully???"
" *Sigh* Come here."
" Excuse me?!"
" Don't make me say it again... Come here to get warm."
" *Sigh of satisfaction* "
" And don't start imagining things... I'm well aware that you're probably grinning from ear to ear right now, but don't do anything stupid. I'm warning you, Mulder...I'll use my gun if I have to."
" Scully?"
" Yes, my dear??"
" You frighten me sometimes..."
" *Sigh* "
" Scully??"
" Yes, Mulder?"
" Your hands."
" Well, what??"
" They're on my a..."
" ...Oh!! Sorry..."
" Feel better?"
" What?"
" You're no longer shaking..."
" Mmhh... Yes, I feel a lot better...thanks."
" For what?"
" For being here, that's all."
" Oh...you're welcome, partner."
" Scully?"
" Now, what?"
" Sorry, I didn't know you were still mad at me..."
" I'm no longer mad at you...well, ALMOST."
" Ah, ah."
" Mulder?"
" Still here..."
" What did you want to say before??"
" Sorry?"
" When you thought I was still mad at you, you wanted to say something?"
" Oh... don't remember."
" That's it!"
" *Jump* For goodness sake, Mulder!! Don't EVER do that again!!"
" Sorry."
"..."
" I've got it, what I wanted to say..."
" And?"
" Well, that's all..."
" I mean: AND?? What was it?"
" I just thought that we had to find something to talk about, something constructive. Or we'll die of boredom before dying of hunger..."
" We could also end up killing each other..."
" *Laughter* Yeah... I forgot that one.."
" Constructive, hum?"
" Well... Something that would last more than 30 seconds... More than "Are you cold" or "Are you hungry ?"..."
" Correction, Mulder... You're the only one here who is BOTH cold and hungry..."
" Well, why don't you find a subject we could discuss?"
" Do you think about death?"
" What kind of question is that, Scully?!"
" Well... It's constructive!"
" Yeah... A little gruesome, don't you think ?"
" You're the one who wanted something constructive..."
" Sometimes..."
" What?"
"...I think about death. Like everyone else, I guess."
" Except that you never do anything like the others, Mulder... It could be scary, knowing it comes from you..."
" *Laughter* Thanks, Scully... You're cheering me up, you have no idea."
" You've never thought about committing suicide, have you Mulder?"
"..."
" Hello??"
"..."
" Earth to Mulder??"
"..."
" Mulder, don't tell me you've...!!"
" Scully... Don't think about things like that, please..."
" That means you..."
" Eh! I'm still here!"
" But you could have..."
" Died? Yes, generally that's what you're looking for when you do that."
" *Sniff* "
" Eh... Scully! Everything's all right, don't cry for that..."
" *Still sniff* "
" It was a long time ago Scully, don't think about it..."
" When?"
" What?"
" When did it happen, Mulder?"
" Last time... well..."
" *Dread* WHAT!!??"
"..."
" It happened more than once?!"
" You're talking about it as if it was something exceptional...but it's not. It happens to a lot of people, even FBI agents..."
"..."
" Scully?"
"..."
" Answer me..."
" How could you... Why did you want to do such a thing, Mulder?! Put your days to an end... I can't believe it..."
" There were days when things became too difficult, too hard... I'm not that strong..."
" Don't say that, Mulder... You're the strongest person I know..."
" Yeah, right..."
" It's not that easy to have an Oxford degree in psychology..."
"..."
" I should also add kicking aliens' asses in Antarctica..."
" *Laughter* "
" How many times, Mulder?"
" Excuse me?"
" How many times did you try to...hum..."
" Commit suicide? You're question was ambiguous... I thought that you were asking me how many times I..."
" *Sigh* Mulder... Answer MY question, please."
" *Laughter* I really have no idea... It's something that I try not to count, you see? The number could give me the idea to give it a shot one more time. A bad vicious circle!"
" You can't even give me an approximation?"
" Scully... Can't we change the subject of conversation?"
" Not yet, Mulder..."
"..."
" So?"
" Well... Four or five times, I'd say..."
" FIVE?!!"
" I said four OR five, Scully..."
" FOX!!"
" Anyway, what were you expecting?! You said yourself that I don't do things like everyone else... I always fuck up the statistics..."
" I thought two times...even three... But FIVE! My God, Mulder..."
" Scully?"
" Yes, Mulder?"
" Could you hug me a little LESS tightly ? I'm suffocating..."
" Sorry!"
" The first time, when was it?..."
" Always the same subject, hmm?"
"..."
" I must say, you're really good at ambiguous questions..."
" *Laughter* And YOU are really good at avoiding my questions..."
" I don't really want to answer that one, Scully..."
"Why?"
"..."
" You think I'll make fun of you?"
" No. I'm afraid you will react like you did before."
" Which is?"
" I don't want you to cry for me... I'm not worthy of your tears."
" Don't EVER say that again, Mulder..."
" Scully..."
" I'm serious...and I still have my gun."
" *Laughter* Got it."
" Well? I'm still waiting for your answer..."
" You'll never let it go, will you?"
" Have you ever seen me do things halfway ?..."
" True..."
"..."
"..."
" SO?!!"
"...I was sixteen."
" *Sniff* "
" You see?! What was I saying, you react the same way..."
" Scully? Are you sleeping?"
" How am I supposed to sleep after what you've just told me?"
" *Sigh* I'm sor..."
" DON'T say that you're sorry... I'm the one who insisted."
" Maybe, but you're not supposed to...hum, react like that."
" How should I react in a situation like that, Mulder?? After all...YOU'RE the shrink..."
" HA, ha."
"..."
" In fact, I don't have the slightest idea... You're the first person who I've told that to, I don't know how you should react..."
" Are you kidding?!"
" What?"
" You've tried to commit suicide five times since you were sixteen and I'm the first one to learn of it?! Twenty years later?!"
" Funny... The way you say it, I really must look like an asshole..."
" *Laughter* "
" Seriously, Mulder... I'm wondering in what kind of state you were if you had to take such decisions at such a young age... I mean adolescence is hard for every teen, but...once again you..."
" ...fucked up the statistics, I know, I know... If it were just adolescence in question, it would have been so easy..."
" You were still blaming yourself? For Samantha?"
" Among other things, yes..."
" And?"
" And, what?"
" What were 'the other things' ?"
" Why do you want me to talk about this Scully? They are not happy family-memories, you know..."
" You never talk about your youth, Mulder..."
" And for a good reason: generally it's not very subtle in the conversation to say... 'My sister was abducted by aliens when I was twelve... And my father acted like a fucking bastard to me...' bang! Nobody would talk to you after that..."
" There is only you and me here, Mulder... And we DON'T have a conversation..."
" Yeah... still not convinced on carry on this talk, though."
" It was a difficult period, at home... I left for Oxford when I was eighteen, and my parents divorced four years after Sam's disappearance... Those four years were a real nightmare..."
"..."
" Scully?"
"...mmh?"
" You're still crushing me..."
" Maybe, but I won't let you go this time."
" So..."
" So. Carry on..."
" *Sigh* My mother was completely out of it, most of the time... Her doctor was giving her medicines that made her feel...how to say it, absent..."
" She was depressed?"
" I guess... She took less of those medicines when we moved out, but to me...it was as if I had also lost her for four or five years. And my father...well, he couldn't replace a mother, a confidant, a shoulder to...to cry on sometimes."
" Mmh mmh..."
"..."
" Was he drinking?"
" Yeah, you could say that. He was usually already pretty drunk when by the time he got home, late at night most of the time... Generally, my mother was already in bed, but I...well, you know me, I was already a big insomnia victim..."
" Did...did he beat you, Fox?"
" Scully, can we carry on this conversation a bit later?"
" Hum...all right."
End of Part 1
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Second part is coming soooooooon!!! But let me know what you think of this one...
Author: Claire
E-mail : spookyeldarion@club-internet.fr
Rating: PG
Classification: Humour/Angst
Spoilers: Detour, Fight the Future, The End
Summary: Mulder and Scully are locked in a dark cave... What could happen ? Well, it's not that easy...
Disclaimer : Not mine, go ask CC if you want them...
Author's Note: Plotless once again, and it looks like a theatre scene...only dialogue!!
Humour mixed with angst...interesting cocktail.
Read and review...
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
*BANGHHHHHH!!!*
" MFHOUUUUUU!!"
" MULDER!!!!"
" ..."
" Mulder!! Say something! Where are you?!"
" MMhh... there..."
" Where? Are you okay??"
" *OUCH!!* "
" Sorry! I didn't see you... Are you all right?"
" Well, no thanks to YOU, my head is no longer my biggest worry...!"
" Where are you hurt?"
" I'M OKAY!! Nothing's...hum...wrong."
"*Sigh* Mulder..."
" Now, where the hell are we?!"
" That's it...change the subject of our conversation. I don't know really...but it's dark, I can't even see my own hands..."
" And there's a low ceiling, I can tell..."
" Really? That hollow sound was actually your head??"
" Ha, ha. Very funny, Scully."
" If it had been a bit more full up, we wouldn't be here now."
" Listen...we were lost in the middle of a forest, it was late, and a storm was approaching. What were we supposed to do? We had to take shelter somewhere, and..."
" But how did we...I mean, how did YOU get US lost?! We were walking on the footpath, and then... Didn't you have a map?!"
" If you're not satisfied, why don't you go back outside in the storm? I'm not stopping you."
" Good idea Mulder, but tell me... How possibly can I get out of here since your wonderful shelter seems to be made of rocks, and those rocks have -what a surprise!- collapsed, blocking my way out?! Maybe you even led us into a BEAR'S cave?!"
" Oh...I think I already found the bear."
" EXCUSE ME?!?!?!"
" *Moan* "
" Mulder?"
" ... "
" Is everything all right, Mulder?"
" Could you please speak a bit less loudly? You've just kept on yelling since we got here, and I don't think my head will hold out any longer..."
" You told me you were fine..."
" *Sigh* "
" I'm sorry, Mulder. I'm sorry I yelled at you. It was useless... It's just that I know we will have to remain here for a while."
" And I'm sorry to have compared you to a bear..."
" I don't know if I'll ever forgive you for that one, Mulder..."
" *Laughter* "
" Is your head okay? You're very quiet..."
" I will survive, Scully..."
" It could be more serious than you think. Let me have a look at it... "
" Yeah, right... very funny. "
" You know what I meant by that, don't be stupid. Where's the wound? "
" On my right side, above my eyebrow."
" Sorry... There ? "
" Ouch ! "
" That's it... Is it blood or water ? "
" I don't know, taste it... "
" What ?! "
" I was kidding, Scully. I have no idea what it is. "
" *Sigh* "
" Anyway, low ceilings...stupid architecture.." " Do you really think it's the architecture's fault?!"
" Who else ? It's not MY fault, is it?!"
" Maybe, but what a stupid idea to be more than six feet tall..."
" Right! What about you ? How stupid is it to be less than..."
" Shut up!"
" How long have we been here? "
" I can't read my watch...but it's certainly more than two hours... "
" I'm starving. "
" Go to the back of the cave, I'm sure you will easily find bear food... "
" Shut up ! "
" Scully?"
" ...hmmh?"
" Are you asleep?"
" No, no..."
" So it means that it's not you who is making those wild, scary noises I can hear ?"
" WHAT!!??"
" *Laughter* Go back to sleep, Scully. It must be my stomach..."
" *Sigh* One more thing like that, and I'll shoot you, Mulder."
" Right! Why don't you try to aim at me..."
" Oh! That won't be difficult... I'll just have to aim at your stomach's noises."
" Stop it! I'm more hungry than ever, now..."
" Mulder?"
" Here."
" Please, tell me that those slamming noises are your teeth..."
"..."
" And I still want to shoot you..."
" *Laughter* Yes indeed, Scully. Those noises were produced by my teeth... And you know that I'm the best shooter."
" *Giggles* In your dreams Mulder..."
" Wanna bet?"
" Brilliant, we should get prepared right now..."
" Are you cold, Mulder?"
" How did you guess that, Scully???"
" *Sigh* Come here."
" Excuse me?!"
" Don't make me say it again... Come here to get warm."
" *Sigh of satisfaction* "
" And don't start imagining things... I'm well aware that you're probably grinning from ear to ear right now, but don't do anything stupid. I'm warning you, Mulder...I'll use my gun if I have to."
" Scully?"
" Yes, my dear??"
" You frighten me sometimes..."
" *Sigh* "
" Scully??"
" Yes, Mulder?"
" Your hands."
" Well, what??"
" They're on my a..."
" ...Oh!! Sorry..."
" Feel better?"
" What?"
" You're no longer shaking..."
" Mmhh... Yes, I feel a lot better...thanks."
" For what?"
" For being here, that's all."
" Oh...you're welcome, partner."
" Scully?"
" Now, what?"
" Sorry, I didn't know you were still mad at me..."
" I'm no longer mad at you...well, ALMOST."
" Ah, ah."
" Mulder?"
" Still here..."
" What did you want to say before??"
" Sorry?"
" When you thought I was still mad at you, you wanted to say something?"
" Oh... don't remember."
" That's it!"
" *Jump* For goodness sake, Mulder!! Don't EVER do that again!!"
" Sorry."
"..."
" I've got it, what I wanted to say..."
" And?"
" Well, that's all..."
" I mean: AND?? What was it?"
" I just thought that we had to find something to talk about, something constructive. Or we'll die of boredom before dying of hunger..."
" We could also end up killing each other..."
" *Laughter* Yeah... I forgot that one.."
" Constructive, hum?"
" Well... Something that would last more than 30 seconds... More than "Are you cold" or "Are you hungry ?"..."
" Correction, Mulder... You're the only one here who is BOTH cold and hungry..."
" Well, why don't you find a subject we could discuss?"
" Do you think about death?"
" What kind of question is that, Scully?!"
" Well... It's constructive!"
" Yeah... A little gruesome, don't you think ?"
" You're the one who wanted something constructive..."
" Sometimes..."
" What?"
"...I think about death. Like everyone else, I guess."
" Except that you never do anything like the others, Mulder... It could be scary, knowing it comes from you..."
" *Laughter* Thanks, Scully... You're cheering me up, you have no idea."
" You've never thought about committing suicide, have you Mulder?"
"..."
" Hello??"
"..."
" Earth to Mulder??"
"..."
" Mulder, don't tell me you've...!!"
" Scully... Don't think about things like that, please..."
" That means you..."
" Eh! I'm still here!"
" But you could have..."
" Died? Yes, generally that's what you're looking for when you do that."
" *Sniff* "
" Eh... Scully! Everything's all right, don't cry for that..."
" *Still sniff* "
" It was a long time ago Scully, don't think about it..."
" When?"
" What?"
" When did it happen, Mulder?"
" Last time... well..."
" *Dread* WHAT!!??"
"..."
" It happened more than once?!"
" You're talking about it as if it was something exceptional...but it's not. It happens to a lot of people, even FBI agents..."
"..."
" Scully?"
"..."
" Answer me..."
" How could you... Why did you want to do such a thing, Mulder?! Put your days to an end... I can't believe it..."
" There were days when things became too difficult, too hard... I'm not that strong..."
" Don't say that, Mulder... You're the strongest person I know..."
" Yeah, right..."
" It's not that easy to have an Oxford degree in psychology..."
"..."
" I should also add kicking aliens' asses in Antarctica..."
" *Laughter* "
" How many times, Mulder?"
" Excuse me?"
" How many times did you try to...hum..."
" Commit suicide? You're question was ambiguous... I thought that you were asking me how many times I..."
" *Sigh* Mulder... Answer MY question, please."
" *Laughter* I really have no idea... It's something that I try not to count, you see? The number could give me the idea to give it a shot one more time. A bad vicious circle!"
" You can't even give me an approximation?"
" Scully... Can't we change the subject of conversation?"
" Not yet, Mulder..."
"..."
" So?"
" Well... Four or five times, I'd say..."
" FIVE?!!"
" I said four OR five, Scully..."
" FOX!!"
" Anyway, what were you expecting?! You said yourself that I don't do things like everyone else... I always fuck up the statistics..."
" I thought two times...even three... But FIVE! My God, Mulder..."
" Scully?"
" Yes, Mulder?"
" Could you hug me a little LESS tightly ? I'm suffocating..."
" Sorry!"
" The first time, when was it?..."
" Always the same subject, hmm?"
"..."
" I must say, you're really good at ambiguous questions..."
" *Laughter* And YOU are really good at avoiding my questions..."
" I don't really want to answer that one, Scully..."
"Why?"
"..."
" You think I'll make fun of you?"
" No. I'm afraid you will react like you did before."
" Which is?"
" I don't want you to cry for me... I'm not worthy of your tears."
" Don't EVER say that again, Mulder..."
" Scully..."
" I'm serious...and I still have my gun."
" *Laughter* Got it."
" Well? I'm still waiting for your answer..."
" You'll never let it go, will you?"
" Have you ever seen me do things halfway ?..."
" True..."
"..."
"..."
" SO?!!"
"...I was sixteen."
" *Sniff* "
" You see?! What was I saying, you react the same way..."
" Scully? Are you sleeping?"
" How am I supposed to sleep after what you've just told me?"
" *Sigh* I'm sor..."
" DON'T say that you're sorry... I'm the one who insisted."
" Maybe, but you're not supposed to...hum, react like that."
" How should I react in a situation like that, Mulder?? After all...YOU'RE the shrink..."
" HA, ha."
"..."
" In fact, I don't have the slightest idea... You're the first person who I've told that to, I don't know how you should react..."
" Are you kidding?!"
" What?"
" You've tried to commit suicide five times since you were sixteen and I'm the first one to learn of it?! Twenty years later?!"
" Funny... The way you say it, I really must look like an asshole..."
" *Laughter* "
" Seriously, Mulder... I'm wondering in what kind of state you were if you had to take such decisions at such a young age... I mean adolescence is hard for every teen, but...once again you..."
" ...fucked up the statistics, I know, I know... If it were just adolescence in question, it would have been so easy..."
" You were still blaming yourself? For Samantha?"
" Among other things, yes..."
" And?"
" And, what?"
" What were 'the other things' ?"
" Why do you want me to talk about this Scully? They are not happy family-memories, you know..."
" You never talk about your youth, Mulder..."
" And for a good reason: generally it's not very subtle in the conversation to say... 'My sister was abducted by aliens when I was twelve... And my father acted like a fucking bastard to me...' bang! Nobody would talk to you after that..."
" There is only you and me here, Mulder... And we DON'T have a conversation..."
" Yeah... still not convinced on carry on this talk, though."
" It was a difficult period, at home... I left for Oxford when I was eighteen, and my parents divorced four years after Sam's disappearance... Those four years were a real nightmare..."
"..."
" Scully?"
"...mmh?"
" You're still crushing me..."
" Maybe, but I won't let you go this time."
" So..."
" So. Carry on..."
" *Sigh* My mother was completely out of it, most of the time... Her doctor was giving her medicines that made her feel...how to say it, absent..."
" She was depressed?"
" I guess... She took less of those medicines when we moved out, but to me...it was as if I had also lost her for four or five years. And my father...well, he couldn't replace a mother, a confidant, a shoulder to...to cry on sometimes."
" Mmh mmh..."
"..."
" Was he drinking?"
" Yeah, you could say that. He was usually already pretty drunk when by the time he got home, late at night most of the time... Generally, my mother was already in bed, but I...well, you know me, I was already a big insomnia victim..."
" Did...did he beat you, Fox?"
" Scully, can we carry on this conversation a bit later?"
" Hum...all right."
End of Part 1
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Second part is coming soooooooon!!! But let me know what you think of this one...