Che cosa la notte richiede (What the night entails/demands)
By: Starburst Sctarburstscully@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: The x-files is the property of Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox.
Summary: While on a case in which they must protect a man whose life is in danger for spying on communists in Russia for the American government, Mulder and Scully are forced to examine their relationship and in the process develop it further. (It's not too fluffy, MSR is subtle.)
Authors note: This is a story I am currently working on in Italian but decided to translate since I have been getting such wonderful reviews for my other story, Me, myself and Mulder. I'm going to try to translate it as accurately as I can so please excuse any oddities.
She watched him carefully from the veranda, her eyes moving over him admiring his masculinity and she felt the pit of desire jab in her stomach. He was so handsome and elegant, he looked like a piece of art come to life and she smiled to herself as she thought he was hers. She could demand him. And she relished in the idea. He was apparently looking for her. His hands were eloquently disposed on his hips, and he moved his head from side to side in search for her. Instead of waving him down, she stood hidden behind several plants. It was a rare occasion when she had the opportunity to admire his physical constitution, so she was taking advantage of the moment. He looked down at his watch and then over the scene before him.
"Mulder!" She called as she finally advanced towards him. Her crystal eyes seemed even bluer under the sun's glare and her fragile white skin even smoother.
Upon noticing her advance, he smiled and began moving towards her.
"Where have you been?" He queried with overtones of worry as he squinted his eyes in an attempt to shield out the intense light.
"I'm sorry, I was having trouble with my car." She replied as a parade of butterflies floated through her viscera at the idea of his concern for her. She would never admit it to him, and even had trouble admitting it to her self, but the truth remained she needed him much more than she led on. She renders its tact alive and she rigorously gives the scope to it in a platonic sense. Platonic, that is where the refutation is found. It is the line that is drawn casting aside her wishes for him to hold her in his arms, for him to move his fingers over her shoulders. She craved it like one craves drugs. But that is something she could never divulge to him, as it was enough of a struggle to confess it to herself.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked.
Startled, She turned her head in correspondence to her awakening so that their eyes met."Yeah. Where exactly is it we are going?" She responded in her calm demeanor.
"Skinner has given us orders to baby-sit a man who is currently under the witness protection program.
"Why?" She asked, her tone inferring the need for clarification in every respect to its anticipated reply, particularly the need for their involvement.
"Because the man we are being sent to supervise is a Russian who has been working closely with the FBI and has leaked damaging information about several communist activities in Russia to our federal government. Once the men committing these activities were arrested, his cover was blown and he received several death threats. He was put into the witness protection program over a year ago. Now, strange things are happening."
Annoyed, she complained, "Why we are being allocated with these boring assignments? Did we do something to piss-off Skinner?
Mulder laughed. "You haven't asked me what kind of strange things are happening to him."
"What?"" She asked despondently and rolled her eyes in order to illustrate her frustration.
"Would you prefer the graphic details or the pg rating?" He replied with a smile to its just spirit.
Scully narrowed her eyes at his proposal. "Pg, please. My stomach has been bothering me today and I intend on digesting the salad I had for lunch."
His grin stretched out further across his face. "There have been several effigies of him, or dead frogs, left at his front door."
" What?" She asked disgusted.
"Well, apparently the man we are being sent to protect resembles a frog. The relevance of this is that members of the Russian government nicknamed him 'frog' as a joke. In any case, the dead frogs, each murdered in a different manner were left at his doorstep one at a time. He thinks his life is in danger."
"That is pleasant. Why the sudden great need for protection? How long has this been occurring?"
"This has been going on for the past two weeks. The emergency is found in the latest frogs posterior. The frog had his initials inscribed into its back along with the word soon."
Scully frowned and closed her eyes as she turned past Mulder and headed towards her car. Mulder stood there for a moment and watched her progress ahead. He tilted his head as he watched in concern for his partner. Just last week she had been involved in a crucial struggle with a suspect they had been investigating in which she sustained several blows to her face among other parts of her body leaving her with bruises and scrapes. When Mulder found her, she was tied up and had been stripped to her undergarments. The suspect was in the act of preparing to sexually assault her when he shot him dead. She was definitely in a fragile condition and Mulder felt the need to comfort her more than she needed to be comforted. He longed to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. But that invisible line separated him from expressing his more than platonic love for her.
He watched her tiny legs pump in forceful strides ahead, her petite structure exuding confidence and power with every step, making him crave her that much more. Her fiery red tresses shone brilliantly under the beams of light showering the world. He wished he could freeze time for just a second so that he may admire her in her passionate, sturdy gait. But he could not so he followed in pursuit.
"Scully, do you want to ride with me? We can come back here later so that you could get your car." He suggested trying to conceal any emotion in his voice that would reveal yearning.
She turned so that their eyes locked on to each other the resolve in her eyes relaying vicissitude."Sure." She said softly as she stopped and waited for him to pass her.
They arrived to the mans house, or more namely, Vigdor Deena, in silence. Neither of them spoke a single word throughout the duration of their time spent in the car. Mulder Had the desire to reach out to her, but resisted in respect to the fact that she would come to him when or if she needed to. She had demonstrated in the past that she would only open up to him when she was ready. As hard as it was at times, he respected her disposition and virtues perhaps greater than his own. It has been on rare occasion that he has stepped in uninvited. That has only happened when she was in an unstable condition. He was beginning to consider that her silent detachment was a symptom of instability. As they approached Vigdor's front door, He reached out from behind her to place his hand on her shoulder, but Vigdor answered the door.Vigdor was an odd man. He was tall and thin. For a moment Scully thought he suffered from some sort of nervous damage because he shook uncontrollably. It was not enough to cause concern for a greater health problem, but enough to suggest he was the victim of some form of great mental torment or perhaps severe drug abuse in an earlier period of his life.
He left the two alone in his living room after he excused himself in his thick accent and disappeared into a room in the back of the house. The room was dark and was decorated with Russian paintings and a huge Indian rug that rested under a heavy, dark oak coffee table. Mulder plopped himself down onto the couch beside a gray cat with piercing yellow eyes. Scully paced around the room, moving her eyes over the numerous artifacts hoping to attain a greater understanding of Vigdors character.After fifteen minutes of silence, Mulder rose to his feet and told her he was going to go check on Vigdor. He returned and announced that he had gone to sleep and returned to his spot on the couch. "Agent Rollins will be here around 11 to relieve us, so you might as well make yourself comfortable.She sat down in a chair adjacent to him and clasped her hands together.
"So." Mluder started, trying to initiate conversation.
"I'm sorry, Mulder." She interrupted. "I know I'm quiet tonight, I don't mean to seem detached, I can tell you're worried."He widened his eyes unintentionally at her accusation and swallowed hard. He was shocked at how tense and vulnerable he became at that moment, was he that transparent, were his emotions on his sleeve?
*Essere continuato* Grazie per lettura! (*To be continued*)
By: Starburst Sctarburstscully@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: The x-files is the property of Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox.
Summary: While on a case in which they must protect a man whose life is in danger for spying on communists in Russia for the American government, Mulder and Scully are forced to examine their relationship and in the process develop it further. (It's not too fluffy, MSR is subtle.)
Authors note: This is a story I am currently working on in Italian but decided to translate since I have been getting such wonderful reviews for my other story, Me, myself and Mulder. I'm going to try to translate it as accurately as I can so please excuse any oddities.
She watched him carefully from the veranda, her eyes moving over him admiring his masculinity and she felt the pit of desire jab in her stomach. He was so handsome and elegant, he looked like a piece of art come to life and she smiled to herself as she thought he was hers. She could demand him. And she relished in the idea. He was apparently looking for her. His hands were eloquently disposed on his hips, and he moved his head from side to side in search for her. Instead of waving him down, she stood hidden behind several plants. It was a rare occasion when she had the opportunity to admire his physical constitution, so she was taking advantage of the moment. He looked down at his watch and then over the scene before him.
"Mulder!" She called as she finally advanced towards him. Her crystal eyes seemed even bluer under the sun's glare and her fragile white skin even smoother.
Upon noticing her advance, he smiled and began moving towards her.
"Where have you been?" He queried with overtones of worry as he squinted his eyes in an attempt to shield out the intense light.
"I'm sorry, I was having trouble with my car." She replied as a parade of butterflies floated through her viscera at the idea of his concern for her. She would never admit it to him, and even had trouble admitting it to her self, but the truth remained she needed him much more than she led on. She renders its tact alive and she rigorously gives the scope to it in a platonic sense. Platonic, that is where the refutation is found. It is the line that is drawn casting aside her wishes for him to hold her in his arms, for him to move his fingers over her shoulders. She craved it like one craves drugs. But that is something she could never divulge to him, as it was enough of a struggle to confess it to herself.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked.
Startled, She turned her head in correspondence to her awakening so that their eyes met."Yeah. Where exactly is it we are going?" She responded in her calm demeanor.
"Skinner has given us orders to baby-sit a man who is currently under the witness protection program.
"Why?" She asked, her tone inferring the need for clarification in every respect to its anticipated reply, particularly the need for their involvement.
"Because the man we are being sent to supervise is a Russian who has been working closely with the FBI and has leaked damaging information about several communist activities in Russia to our federal government. Once the men committing these activities were arrested, his cover was blown and he received several death threats. He was put into the witness protection program over a year ago. Now, strange things are happening."
Annoyed, she complained, "Why we are being allocated with these boring assignments? Did we do something to piss-off Skinner?
Mulder laughed. "You haven't asked me what kind of strange things are happening to him."
"What?"" She asked despondently and rolled her eyes in order to illustrate her frustration.
"Would you prefer the graphic details or the pg rating?" He replied with a smile to its just spirit.
Scully narrowed her eyes at his proposal. "Pg, please. My stomach has been bothering me today and I intend on digesting the salad I had for lunch."
His grin stretched out further across his face. "There have been several effigies of him, or dead frogs, left at his front door."
" What?" She asked disgusted.
"Well, apparently the man we are being sent to protect resembles a frog. The relevance of this is that members of the Russian government nicknamed him 'frog' as a joke. In any case, the dead frogs, each murdered in a different manner were left at his doorstep one at a time. He thinks his life is in danger."
"That is pleasant. Why the sudden great need for protection? How long has this been occurring?"
"This has been going on for the past two weeks. The emergency is found in the latest frogs posterior. The frog had his initials inscribed into its back along with the word soon."
Scully frowned and closed her eyes as she turned past Mulder and headed towards her car. Mulder stood there for a moment and watched her progress ahead. He tilted his head as he watched in concern for his partner. Just last week she had been involved in a crucial struggle with a suspect they had been investigating in which she sustained several blows to her face among other parts of her body leaving her with bruises and scrapes. When Mulder found her, she was tied up and had been stripped to her undergarments. The suspect was in the act of preparing to sexually assault her when he shot him dead. She was definitely in a fragile condition and Mulder felt the need to comfort her more than she needed to be comforted. He longed to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. But that invisible line separated him from expressing his more than platonic love for her.
He watched her tiny legs pump in forceful strides ahead, her petite structure exuding confidence and power with every step, making him crave her that much more. Her fiery red tresses shone brilliantly under the beams of light showering the world. He wished he could freeze time for just a second so that he may admire her in her passionate, sturdy gait. But he could not so he followed in pursuit.
"Scully, do you want to ride with me? We can come back here later so that you could get your car." He suggested trying to conceal any emotion in his voice that would reveal yearning.
She turned so that their eyes locked on to each other the resolve in her eyes relaying vicissitude."Sure." She said softly as she stopped and waited for him to pass her.
They arrived to the mans house, or more namely, Vigdor Deena, in silence. Neither of them spoke a single word throughout the duration of their time spent in the car. Mulder Had the desire to reach out to her, but resisted in respect to the fact that she would come to him when or if she needed to. She had demonstrated in the past that she would only open up to him when she was ready. As hard as it was at times, he respected her disposition and virtues perhaps greater than his own. It has been on rare occasion that he has stepped in uninvited. That has only happened when she was in an unstable condition. He was beginning to consider that her silent detachment was a symptom of instability. As they approached Vigdor's front door, He reached out from behind her to place his hand on her shoulder, but Vigdor answered the door.Vigdor was an odd man. He was tall and thin. For a moment Scully thought he suffered from some sort of nervous damage because he shook uncontrollably. It was not enough to cause concern for a greater health problem, but enough to suggest he was the victim of some form of great mental torment or perhaps severe drug abuse in an earlier period of his life.
He left the two alone in his living room after he excused himself in his thick accent and disappeared into a room in the back of the house. The room was dark and was decorated with Russian paintings and a huge Indian rug that rested under a heavy, dark oak coffee table. Mulder plopped himself down onto the couch beside a gray cat with piercing yellow eyes. Scully paced around the room, moving her eyes over the numerous artifacts hoping to attain a greater understanding of Vigdors character.After fifteen minutes of silence, Mulder rose to his feet and told her he was going to go check on Vigdor. He returned and announced that he had gone to sleep and returned to his spot on the couch. "Agent Rollins will be here around 11 to relieve us, so you might as well make yourself comfortable.She sat down in a chair adjacent to him and clasped her hands together.
"So." Mluder started, trying to initiate conversation.
"I'm sorry, Mulder." She interrupted. "I know I'm quiet tonight, I don't mean to seem detached, I can tell you're worried."He widened his eyes unintentionally at her accusation and swallowed hard. He was shocked at how tense and vulnerable he became at that moment, was he that transparent, were his emotions on his sleeve?
*Essere continuato* Grazie per lettura! (*To be continued*)