One For the Road
By Starbuck_Jayne
Starbuck_Jayne@mulderandscully.co.uk
Rating: PG but you know I'm not very good
with ratings!
Spoilers: Arcadia, Hollywood AD but very
minor spoilers!
Keywords: MSR
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this
story belong to me I am just borrowing them
for a while. They belong to Chris Carter,
1013 and Fox.
Archive: Anywhere at all just please keep
my name and e-mail attached, but no flames
please I'm way too delicate!
Summary: Does anyone else really miss those
"Mulder and Scully on a case file" moments?
Feedback: On my knees and begging for it.
Author's Notes: Well, I'm not so sure when
this is set, probably in a time like the one
between Je Souhaite and Requiem, but a few
years in the future. Mulder and Scully have
two children and aren't on the run. I was
just watching Bad Blood and started thinking
about the good old days :)
One For the Road
Starbuck_Jayne
It was funny that she didn't remember being
drunk within the past twenty-four hours, and
yet that seemed the only plausible
explanation for how she managed to be
sitting in the passenger seat of Mulder's
car in the middle of nowhere.
"I cannot believe I let you talk me into
this!" She had to laugh at herself; it was
either that or question her sanity. Mulder
smiled as he played with the radio. He'd
promised her it would be romantic, like a
second honeymoon if only they'd had a first.
"This is where I bring all the laydees...are
you implying that's not normal?" Mulder
feigned shock before abandoning the radio
project and stretching his arms behind his
head.
"So run this by me one more time. We're out
on a deserted highway in the middle of the
night because..."
"It's haunted."
"Haunted, of course."
"Come on, Scully? What did you expect?" He
laughed, "Besides, you didn't have to come."
"So I'm going to let you go off roaming the
countryside, chasing your imagination by
yourself am I?"
"See, Scully, I knew you cared!"
"You know, Mulder, this place is the site of
one of the biggest natural iron ore
resources in the country,"
"Scully!" Mulder gave his partner the kind
of look you might give someone who had just
offered to flash you, or told you in great
detail the kinds of things they wanted to do
to you in bed.
"What I'm saying, Mulder, is that the iron
ore combined with the energy from overhead
power cables will generate a huge magnetic
field. High levels of magnetic flux in the
temporal lobe have been known to cause
strange visions."
"Yeah, and did *you* know, Scully, that..."
"That...?"
Scully suddenly had the strangest feeling of
deja vu- as if she was re-living the past
ten years of her life in that one moment.
It had taken her about eighteen months to
convince William that eating things he found
under the sofa wasn't a good idea, but she
was still working on convincing Mulder that
it wasn't healthy to spend 3/4 of your adult
life pursuing childish dreams.
She was rescued from the torment that would
have been a deep and meaningful conversation
into the origins of ghosts by the ringing of
her cell phone.
"Scully." She looked towards Mulder as she
listened to the caller, causing her partner
to shift slightly through apprehension.
This left him supported by his elbow, which
rested on the edge of the car window. "Ok,
yeah, Mom, just make sure he gets plenty of
sleep and tell him I'll see him tomorrow.
You too, bye." Scully hung up the phone.
"She thinks Will's got chickenpox," she
said, assuming Mulder had worked out who
she'd been talking to.
"Is he ok?"
"Oh yeah. Nothing that the promise of a few
days off school won't fix."
Mulder grinned.
"You know, Scully, I never imagined being a
dad."
"I suppose no one does, really. I imagine
you just think you'll spend your whole life
being the child, and your own father will
always be there, the real father figure."
"I have to admit, Scully, I don't think I
felt that "magical instant bond" after the
birth."
Scully coughed.
"Mulder, you weren't there when Will was
born, and you, erm, passed out during
Katie's birth."
"I didn't pass out...that floor was
slippery!"
They laughed. That strange formal laugh
they seemed to have developed over the
years. It was more a quick acknowledgement
of the other's wit than genuine amusement,
and it had got to the point where neither
could remember the days of pre-FBI carefree
laughter anymore. Scully grasped Mulder's
fingers as they caressed her cheek and
pulled them towards her lips.
"This isn't like old times at all, Scully,"
Mulder sighed, "I miss the FBI."
"Really?"
"No. I miss the typing pool though," he
grinned in a way that earned him a half-
hearted look of disapproval.
"You tired, Scully?"
"Nope," she yawned, covering her mouth with
the back of her hand as she stretched.
"Ok," Mulder nodded before turning to face
her."
"Shouldn't you be watching for ghosts,
Mulder?"
"Scully, we've known each other a long time,
right?"
"About ten years," she said, "why?"
"And we've been together, what, four?" he
said, ignoring her question."
"Five," she rested her head on her left
hand, "if you're counting Rob and Laura."
Her attempt at humour went unnoticed, her
husband's attention clearly elsewhere.
Moments passed by and he didn't speak, so
Scully sighed and offered him some coffee
from a Thermos she'd brought. As a general
rule, the pair didn't bring refreshments on
a stakeout, mainly due to the fact that
Scully always seemed to be on some sort of
confusing diet, whilst her partner seemed
able to stay alive on little more than
sunflower seeds and beer. In this case,
however, Scully had determined that she
would need all the help she could get to
avoid falling into a boredom-induced sleep.
She sipped her coffee in silence, the creamy
liquid seeping down her throat, leaving its
bitter imprint on the back of her mouth.
It was the distant screech of an owl that
startled Scully from her reverie, the sound
piercing the almost eerie silence that had
engulfed the pair. At the same time she
felt a small breath of icy air, and shivered
in spite of herself. Mulder gave her a
questioning gaze, but didn't speak. She
returned the communication with a shrug
before taking another sip of her coffee.
"Ok, so what have I never asked you about?"
Mulder was really scraping the barrel now as
far as conversation went.
"Mulder..." Scully chided him before
suddenly breathing in sharply. "Oh! Did
you feel that? It's freezing!" She
exclaimed.
"Yeah, right, Scully!" Mulder laughed.
"Mulder, are you saying you can't feel
anything?"
"I'm not sure I know what you mean, Agent
Scully," Mulder's tone went unnoticed on his
partner, who was moving for her gun. As
this realisation dawned on him, his own hand
touched the holster at his waist.
"Mulder..."
"I see them, Scully," Mulder rose and
slipped out of the car, "kinda tempting to
shout 'FBI!'" he muttered to his partner.
Directly in front of the couple was the
figure of a man, his back to them as they
moved in from behind.
"Careful, Mulder," Scully noticed that he
was moving ahead of her, "he may be armed."
"Yeah, and he may be dead."
Scully rolled her eyes.
"Sir?" She called to the stranger, "Sir,
would you mind turning around?"
The man appeared to be momentarily startled,
and began to run towards the edge of the
highway. Mulder and Scully followed, and it
was moments before Mulder was within feet of
their target. The road lurched suddenly to
the left-a blind corner. The pair lost
sight of the man for a matter of seconds,
but by the time they had rounded the corner,
he was gone.
"Where'd he go?" Scully was slightly
breathless-chasing criminals no longer being
a major part of her day-to-day life. Mulder
replaced his gun and shook his head.
"Retreated to the next world?" He
suggested. "Come on, Scully, let's go
home." He put his arm around his wife, and
they walked back towards the car. Scully
had to wonder if maybe he was tiring of the
paranormal investigator's lifestyle at last.
In a weird way, she had to admit that she
missed the stakeouts - sitting in the middle
of nowhere, staring up at the stars because
their conversation about genetic mutants and
alien life forms had hit a dead-end. The
stars were out in full that night,
glittering jewels that adorned the dark sky,
beautiful despite providing no light.
Beautiful, but worthless.
"You ok, Mulder?" She moved her head from
its resting place on his shoulder and
regarded him as closely as she could. He
didn't answer, just gave her arm a gentle
squeeze. "Leaving so early tonight," she
laughed and raised her hand to feel his
forehead. "Are you feeling ok?" She was
shocked to find that the skin pressed
against her hand was considerably higher
than normal. "Geez, Mulder! You're burning
up!" She exclaimed. "Come on, we'd better
get home."
"Ok, but I'm not sleeping on the sofa
again."
XXXXXXX
"Mulder, it's just the chickenpox," Scully
shook her thermometer, "no need for panic."
"So much for bedside manner," Mulder tapped
his doctor lightly on the hip.
"Mulder, any more of that and you'll be
watching that 'Lazarus Bowl' tape."
The point was taken and Mulder raised his
hands in defence.
"Ok, now get some sleep," she bent down to
kiss his forehead, before moving from her
position on the edge of the bed. Sliding
underneath the covers, she turned off the
light. The room was plunged into a heavy
darkness, the only light coming from a
meagre shaft of moonlight that crept
underneath the curtains. In the darkness
Scully felt a pair of arms entwine
themselves around her, and a small voice
declare that he was "always very happy to be
lying on top of her".
XXXXXXX
Thanks for reading! Feedback
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:)
By Starbuck_Jayne
Starbuck_Jayne@mulderandscully.co.uk
Rating: PG but you know I'm not very good
with ratings!
Spoilers: Arcadia, Hollywood AD but very
minor spoilers!
Keywords: MSR
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this
story belong to me I am just borrowing them
for a while. They belong to Chris Carter,
1013 and Fox.
Archive: Anywhere at all just please keep
my name and e-mail attached, but no flames
please I'm way too delicate!
Summary: Does anyone else really miss those
"Mulder and Scully on a case file" moments?
Feedback: On my knees and begging for it.
Author's Notes: Well, I'm not so sure when
this is set, probably in a time like the one
between Je Souhaite and Requiem, but a few
years in the future. Mulder and Scully have
two children and aren't on the run. I was
just watching Bad Blood and started thinking
about the good old days :)
One For the Road
Starbuck_Jayne
It was funny that she didn't remember being
drunk within the past twenty-four hours, and
yet that seemed the only plausible
explanation for how she managed to be
sitting in the passenger seat of Mulder's
car in the middle of nowhere.
"I cannot believe I let you talk me into
this!" She had to laugh at herself; it was
either that or question her sanity. Mulder
smiled as he played with the radio. He'd
promised her it would be romantic, like a
second honeymoon if only they'd had a first.
"This is where I bring all the laydees...are
you implying that's not normal?" Mulder
feigned shock before abandoning the radio
project and stretching his arms behind his
head.
"So run this by me one more time. We're out
on a deserted highway in the middle of the
night because..."
"It's haunted."
"Haunted, of course."
"Come on, Scully? What did you expect?" He
laughed, "Besides, you didn't have to come."
"So I'm going to let you go off roaming the
countryside, chasing your imagination by
yourself am I?"
"See, Scully, I knew you cared!"
"You know, Mulder, this place is the site of
one of the biggest natural iron ore
resources in the country,"
"Scully!" Mulder gave his partner the kind
of look you might give someone who had just
offered to flash you, or told you in great
detail the kinds of things they wanted to do
to you in bed.
"What I'm saying, Mulder, is that the iron
ore combined with the energy from overhead
power cables will generate a huge magnetic
field. High levels of magnetic flux in the
temporal lobe have been known to cause
strange visions."
"Yeah, and did *you* know, Scully, that..."
"That...?"
Scully suddenly had the strangest feeling of
deja vu- as if she was re-living the past
ten years of her life in that one moment.
It had taken her about eighteen months to
convince William that eating things he found
under the sofa wasn't a good idea, but she
was still working on convincing Mulder that
it wasn't healthy to spend 3/4 of your adult
life pursuing childish dreams.
She was rescued from the torment that would
have been a deep and meaningful conversation
into the origins of ghosts by the ringing of
her cell phone.
"Scully." She looked towards Mulder as she
listened to the caller, causing her partner
to shift slightly through apprehension.
This left him supported by his elbow, which
rested on the edge of the car window. "Ok,
yeah, Mom, just make sure he gets plenty of
sleep and tell him I'll see him tomorrow.
You too, bye." Scully hung up the phone.
"She thinks Will's got chickenpox," she
said, assuming Mulder had worked out who
she'd been talking to.
"Is he ok?"
"Oh yeah. Nothing that the promise of a few
days off school won't fix."
Mulder grinned.
"You know, Scully, I never imagined being a
dad."
"I suppose no one does, really. I imagine
you just think you'll spend your whole life
being the child, and your own father will
always be there, the real father figure."
"I have to admit, Scully, I don't think I
felt that "magical instant bond" after the
birth."
Scully coughed.
"Mulder, you weren't there when Will was
born, and you, erm, passed out during
Katie's birth."
"I didn't pass out...that floor was
slippery!"
They laughed. That strange formal laugh
they seemed to have developed over the
years. It was more a quick acknowledgement
of the other's wit than genuine amusement,
and it had got to the point where neither
could remember the days of pre-FBI carefree
laughter anymore. Scully grasped Mulder's
fingers as they caressed her cheek and
pulled them towards her lips.
"This isn't like old times at all, Scully,"
Mulder sighed, "I miss the FBI."
"Really?"
"No. I miss the typing pool though," he
grinned in a way that earned him a half-
hearted look of disapproval.
"You tired, Scully?"
"Nope," she yawned, covering her mouth with
the back of her hand as she stretched.
"Ok," Mulder nodded before turning to face
her."
"Shouldn't you be watching for ghosts,
Mulder?"
"Scully, we've known each other a long time,
right?"
"About ten years," she said, "why?"
"And we've been together, what, four?" he
said, ignoring her question."
"Five," she rested her head on her left
hand, "if you're counting Rob and Laura."
Her attempt at humour went unnoticed, her
husband's attention clearly elsewhere.
Moments passed by and he didn't speak, so
Scully sighed and offered him some coffee
from a Thermos she'd brought. As a general
rule, the pair didn't bring refreshments on
a stakeout, mainly due to the fact that
Scully always seemed to be on some sort of
confusing diet, whilst her partner seemed
able to stay alive on little more than
sunflower seeds and beer. In this case,
however, Scully had determined that she
would need all the help she could get to
avoid falling into a boredom-induced sleep.
She sipped her coffee in silence, the creamy
liquid seeping down her throat, leaving its
bitter imprint on the back of her mouth.
It was the distant screech of an owl that
startled Scully from her reverie, the sound
piercing the almost eerie silence that had
engulfed the pair. At the same time she
felt a small breath of icy air, and shivered
in spite of herself. Mulder gave her a
questioning gaze, but didn't speak. She
returned the communication with a shrug
before taking another sip of her coffee.
"Ok, so what have I never asked you about?"
Mulder was really scraping the barrel now as
far as conversation went.
"Mulder..." Scully chided him before
suddenly breathing in sharply. "Oh! Did
you feel that? It's freezing!" She
exclaimed.
"Yeah, right, Scully!" Mulder laughed.
"Mulder, are you saying you can't feel
anything?"
"I'm not sure I know what you mean, Agent
Scully," Mulder's tone went unnoticed on his
partner, who was moving for her gun. As
this realisation dawned on him, his own hand
touched the holster at his waist.
"Mulder..."
"I see them, Scully," Mulder rose and
slipped out of the car, "kinda tempting to
shout 'FBI!'" he muttered to his partner.
Directly in front of the couple was the
figure of a man, his back to them as they
moved in from behind.
"Careful, Mulder," Scully noticed that he
was moving ahead of her, "he may be armed."
"Yeah, and he may be dead."
Scully rolled her eyes.
"Sir?" She called to the stranger, "Sir,
would you mind turning around?"
The man appeared to be momentarily startled,
and began to run towards the edge of the
highway. Mulder and Scully followed, and it
was moments before Mulder was within feet of
their target. The road lurched suddenly to
the left-a blind corner. The pair lost
sight of the man for a matter of seconds,
but by the time they had rounded the corner,
he was gone.
"Where'd he go?" Scully was slightly
breathless-chasing criminals no longer being
a major part of her day-to-day life. Mulder
replaced his gun and shook his head.
"Retreated to the next world?" He
suggested. "Come on, Scully, let's go
home." He put his arm around his wife, and
they walked back towards the car. Scully
had to wonder if maybe he was tiring of the
paranormal investigator's lifestyle at last.
In a weird way, she had to admit that she
missed the stakeouts - sitting in the middle
of nowhere, staring up at the stars because
their conversation about genetic mutants and
alien life forms had hit a dead-end. The
stars were out in full that night,
glittering jewels that adorned the dark sky,
beautiful despite providing no light.
Beautiful, but worthless.
"You ok, Mulder?" She moved her head from
its resting place on his shoulder and
regarded him as closely as she could. He
didn't answer, just gave her arm a gentle
squeeze. "Leaving so early tonight," she
laughed and raised her hand to feel his
forehead. "Are you feeling ok?" She was
shocked to find that the skin pressed
against her hand was considerably higher
than normal. "Geez, Mulder! You're burning
up!" She exclaimed. "Come on, we'd better
get home."
"Ok, but I'm not sleeping on the sofa
again."
XXXXXXX
"Mulder, it's just the chickenpox," Scully
shook her thermometer, "no need for panic."
"So much for bedside manner," Mulder tapped
his doctor lightly on the hip.
"Mulder, any more of that and you'll be
watching that 'Lazarus Bowl' tape."
The point was taken and Mulder raised his
hands in defence.
"Ok, now get some sleep," she bent down to
kiss his forehead, before moving from her
position on the edge of the bed. Sliding
underneath the covers, she turned off the
light. The room was plunged into a heavy
darkness, the only light coming from a
meagre shaft of moonlight that crept
underneath the curtains. In the darkness
Scully felt a pair of arms entwine
themselves around her, and a small voice
declare that he was "always very happy to be
lying on top of her".
XXXXXXX
Thanks for reading! Feedback
worshipped...no, seriously.
:)