The next chapter! Yayyy! This one will blow your socks off. Everything changes. Nothing will be the same for Scully or Mulder from here on out. Does that give it away? Anyways, Monica is JUST like Brittney, Teliko. I even wrote Brittney instead of Monica a few times, hahaha. Oh well... I guess I have to dedicate this chapter to her, considering the fact that she URGED me to write it. Once again, let me say, this IS MULDER AND SCULLY. They're just five years older than they were when they first met in the FBI.... same age difference between the two and everything. So, if you don't like... don't read. Don't waste your time telling me to stop and that it's innapropriate because I WONT listen. You're entitled to your opinion... but.... don't act like it's going to affect me. Some past reviewers just acted like Mulder was throwing a slutty Scully down onto the desk and doing her.
Scully had dragged Monica on the field trip with her, so Monica had slept over the house she practically lived at, The Scully Residence. They arrived at the school around 7:50, half asleep of course and carrying their Starbucks. Scully wore her black fleece The North face hoodie, dark wash skinny jeans, woven ugg boots, an ear flap hat, and, since Monica had practically forced her, a low cut white button-up Henley, with a black lace cami underneath. Monica wore a simple navy under armor hoodie, sand uggs, and jeans.
Monica had complained how she missed John, so she had to go to his locker to fetch his Track hoodie. She and Scully split once they walked up the steps to the second floor. Monica continued on to the third, but Scully walked around the circle on the second.
She whirled past the room she most wanted to avoid... and not avoid, but unfortunately or fortunately, Mulder was walking out, pulling on his brown leather jacket.
"Hey, why are you here?" He asked, not intentionally trying to sound rude, but sounding it anyway.
"I'm going on the field trip. I got a paper from Mr. K." She announced, not turning around. Mulder jogged up to her, catching up with her speeding pace.
"Don't be like this, Scully."
"Like what?"
"Come on, I wasn't trying to be rude." She finally stopped and stood still.
"Mulder," She whispered. "You know it hurt me." She took off her white and pink ear flap hat and ran her hand once through her hair.
"I know. And I'm sorry. It's hard to be the teacher sometimes. I just read an article in the paper... which Mr. Foreman of all people had handed me. It was about two teachers sexually molesting their students." He spoke in such a low voice it was almost a whisper. "I just... don't want to be exceptionally close to any student to raise suspicion, that's all."
"You've been exceptionally close to me since I was a sophomore! You were close to Melissa, Bill, and all of Bill's friends, and that's stupid to worry about. I know and you know you would never have sex with a minor!" He cut her off.
"You don't get it though..." He searched for the words to tell her what he meant. He was unsuccessful with finding them.
"Tell me," She pleaded.
"I don't know what I'm saying," Mulder said quickly, spun on his heel, and walked off.
Scully groaned in frustration as she walked off to her locker, grabbing her purse she had forgotten the previous day. Monica was already there, slumped against the cold blue metal, waiting for her.
"Thought you died," She joked as Scully pulled her black leather bag out of her locker. She got out her chap stick, which she practically lived on in the cold months, and swiped it over her lips a few times.
"Ran into that stupid D-bag, Fox Mulder," She grumbled.
"Ahh, what did he do now, Danes?"
"He's so... cryptic."
"I don't know what to tell you." Monica shrugged, still half asleep. She glanced down at her phone, seeing the time. "Yes, I do!" She almost yelled. "We gotta go!" The two girls ran as fast as they could down the stairs and turned their way down the hallway, towards the office.
"Dana Scully," Mr. K. called out. Mr. K. was a tall bald man in his mid forties, green eyes, he had a little bit of light brown hair left on his head, and he was best friends with Scully's Dad. He was practically a part of the family. Hell, he was part of the family. Outside of school she called him, Uncle Frank.
"Here," She answered, sort of out of breath. She glanced at Mulder, who was looking the complete opposite direction. A few blonde juniors had approached him, capturing his attention, but Scully knew he wasn't interested.
"Monica Reyes," Mr. K said next, as he flipped to the next permission slip he had.
"Yo."
The bus ride wasn't that eventful. A lot of people were actually sleeping. Monica and Scully had obtained seat number 4, the second seat in the first column of seats. They were pretty pissed; whatever happened to seniors in the back? Mr. K and Mulder sat in front of them, Mr. K. in seat one, Mulder in seat 2. Mulder typed on his laptop. Scully had put her forehead against the seat in front of her, Mr. K.'s seat, and she almost slept. Her headphones were in her ears, and she just listened to the sounds of Muse playing on her iPod. Monica was drifting in and out of unconsciousness. Whenever the bus would hit a bump, she would snap right into attention.
"Alright," Mr. K said, adjusting his scarf when they were outside in the cold. The wind blew into everyone's faces and their hair swirled. "Whoever's last name begins with the letters A-K you're with me." Scully groaned the loudest as she and everyone else in her group followed Mulder, who started walking towards the building.
"Dana, what're you going to do," Monica asked... she was never really good at whispering. Evident by the fact that Mulder heard. He looked over his shoulder, giving a disapproving look to the teenager in the oversized white track hoodie.
"Ms. Reyes, we're going into the events center, and I would appreciate a limit on the talking." Monica's eyes went wide.
"Are you serious?" Scully elbowed her. Monica rolled her eyes and they continued walking. She could hear the snickering tenth graders behind her. She was about to flip. Scully remained silent the whole way to where they would be sitting, including the two flights of escalators they took. She kept her hands on her now cold coffee, looking for a trash can to pitch it.
Once the landed on the third floor Scully grew tired of looking for a trash can and knew that in that huge crowd of high school students also on the trip, she wasn't going to find one. She did her last resort.
"Mulder, do you know where I can find a trash can?" She said after a long sigh of giving up. Mulder didn't make eye contact, instead he looked around for one. The crowds were starting to dwindle down as they walked. Eventually, he spot one before Scully had.
"Right there," he said, now pointing to the metal trash bin. Scully took off towards it but was bumped aside by some girl twice her size. She thought she was going to get screamed at. Scully would go ape shit on her if she did get screamed at. Her coffee was all over the floor.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," The girl who had knocked Scully down said. "Do you need help?" Definitely not what Scully had expected. She smiled friendly.
"No, it's fine." The girl walked away and Mulder had told the students he had to go sit, since they were now standing outside the section. Being nice, he offered Scully a hand to help her up. It shocked her.
"Thanks," She meekly whispered.
"Now I guess we'll have to find paper towels," He sighed, looking around; the once crowded halls were now clear. "I don't suspect any would be in the bathrooms...considering there are only blow dryers." Mulder's expression changed, like a light bulb had just lit up. "Do you just wanna leave it here?" Scully cocked an eyebrow.
"No." Mulder sighed and walked over to a custodian closet. "What're you doing? Mulder you can't just," But she couldn't stop him, he was already handing her paper towels. "Thanks," she snatched them out of his hands and began wiping up her spilt cold coffee. He bent down next to her to help. "I'm sorry I spilt this." She mumbled as she concentrated on wiping it up. "I know you guys said no drinks that weren't in a bottle. I'm sorry you had to help me."
"Anything else your sorry about?" He joked, as they both tossed the wet cloths into the trash bin.
"Well...." She began with a smile. For the first time in a long time, it seemed like, Mulder's eyes matched hers. He was captivated again. It was only a second later he had to remind himself to look away.
"Well, I forgive you," He said, after he was already turned and walking away. She had no choice but to follow after him, disappointed. She wondered if she would be metaphorically following him forever... never catching up because he'll never stop... continuing with the ongoing disappointment.
By the time the STOP convention was over, Scully was well ready to eat at Joe Mama's. Watching skits over and over again about teen pregnancy, DUI, drugs, and bullying had sure worked up an appetite for her. And she wasn't alone. Mr. K. and Mulder were grinning when they announced where they were going. The whole group was down on the main floor by the doors.
"Damn, my butt hurts like a bitch now from all that sitting," Monica grumbled, now rubbing her behind with her sleeve hidden hand. Scully giggled and shrugged her shoulders.
"Well, mine doesn't feel so great either."
"And now they want me to walk to Joe Mama's... make my legs sore too? Child abuse. Corrupt teachers. I want a bus to take my ass down there!" Scully couldn't stop laughing. It was an improvement from earlier. Monica was crossing her arms as they walked out into the bitter cold.
It honestly had to be 30 some degrees outside... and that wasn't even including the wind chill, which would probably take it down to around 20 something. Scully's fleece The North Face hoodie just wasn't enough. It was incredibly warm, but not as warm as she needed it to be. She shivered; Mr. K. took notice and smiled sympathetically. They were two blocks away.
"I'd give you my jacket, Danes... but I already lent it to Krycek." Scully looked over to the rat like teenager wearing an oversized grey wind breaker jacket. She frowned.
"Thanks, anyways."
"I can't believe Maggie let you leave the house like that."
"She didn't. I just left my jacket in my car." Mulder was next to give her the sympathetic look. Now that really caught her off guard. Mulder was being nice again. He knew he was going to regret his next move... if someone were to speculate. But then again, Mr. K. had given his jacket away to a student. And Mulder just couldn't bear seeing Scully freeze.
"Here," Mulder said, handing her his brown leather jacket, still not looking her in the eyes. Despite his averted eyes, Scully smiled up at him.
"Are you sure, I wouldn't want you to freeze, Mulder."
"Just wear it," He said as the crossed at the crosswalk. Monica was trying to hide her smile the whole time, as Scully slipped into his jacket. His beautiful scent filled her nostrils and it was perfect. She tried to hide her smiles as well.
Joe Mama's was a self seat establishment, it was lunch time, and there was 20 some teenagers about to invade the place. They were going to be busy as hell. When the door opened, Scully and Monica grabbed the first table they could find.
"Why isn't John texting me back?" Monica complained, whined really.
"Mon, it's one. Do you really think John is up?" Monica shrugged.
In time everyone had finished lunch and was on their way to the bus. Everyone stepped into the cold and walked their way up the hill in the city.
Mid walk, Monica had spotted something in a candy store. She pulled on Mulder's brown jacket to stop Scully.
"Dana," She nudged her friend. "Look a carmello bar," she was whispering.
"So?"
"Dude! I want it, come on." Scully was dragged into the small city candy store.
"Monica, we better be out of here before we miss the bus!"
"Fine, fine... let me just get that bar of... HEAVEN!" Monica triumphantly held up the bar of chocolate and ran to the cashier, handed her a five, and ran.
The whole group was already a block ahead of them. They ran to catch up, almost dying in the process. They ignored the crowds of people they bumped into.
"Look at the bright side, if you miss the bus.... you still have Mulder's jacket!"
"Shut up and run, Monica!" Scully grabbed, Monica's hand, pulling her a full speed. They finally arrived at the bus, but the door was shut. They knocked on the door until the bus driver finally opened it. They got an 'Ohhhhh,' from just about, if not everyone on the bus.
Scully blushed a violent shade of scarlet, and Mulder couldn't tear his eyes away. And he refused to unless she would look back at him. She wore his jacket, and she was blushing. Scully and Monica sat in seat two, since Mr. K. was now in their old seat. Mulder sat adjacent to them. This time, Monica took the window. Scully had her square green nano on, with her head phones plugged into her ears. She was completely engulfed in McFly's The Last Song. She was smiling while she listened, almost to the point where she began humming. Mulder took notice. He tapped her on the arm.
"What're you listening too?"
'What the hell's his deal? He's being nice again?" Scully thought, annoyed. "The Last Song.... by McFly. Did you wanna listen?" She took out one of her headphones and held it out for Mulder. He scooted to the end of his seat, and leaned over to listen. Scully was flushing. If Monica were awake she would be in hysterics.
After the song ended, Mulder exhaled a breath of air he kept inside. "That was nice," He said, smiling at Scully, avoiding eye contact though.
"You wanna hear the next song?" She asked, looking down at her hands on her lap, where she played with the sleeves of his jacket.
"No, I'm good." He said, smiling out his window. Scully frowned. He took the earphone out and handed it to her. Did he plan on keeping this up forever, being nice, being rude, and then being nice again? Scully sat back in her seat all the way, rested her head on Monica's shoulder, and fell asleep too.
When Scully had driven home, she and Monica passed out on her bed. They woke up about an hour later, around four. After Scully got done telling Monica what happened while she was asleep and after Monica got done squee-ing, Scully decided she was gonna grow some balls and go talk to Mulder. He was practically torturing her. Sure she was shy about the subject matter, but she knew she had to push that aside to finally understand what that mind of his was thinking.
"Mom, is Bill at Greg's?" Scully said, pulling her zip up The North Face Hoodie on; she still had that hat on her head.
"Yeah, sweetie... why?"
"I'm gonna go see him. I have a question."
"About what?"
"Just... something about school."
"Is Monica going with you?"
"Yeah, she's in the bathroom."
"Alright, well.... never mind; just be back by dinner."
Soon, Scully was speeding off to Greg's small house a few blocks over. She knocked on the door to have it opened by Greg himself. She let herself in.
"Hey Danes, Monica."
"Hey Greg."
"What're you doing here?" Scully could see that in his living room all of the guys were playing Madden. There were a few she recognized and a few she didn't. But there was also someone missing.
"I.... just wanted to stop down and ask Bill something. But I forgot," She lied quickly. "Hey, can I get a glass of water in your kitchen?"
"Sure; help yourself." Greg said. Monica remained in the living room with all the guys, watching them burp and scream at the TV screen.
Scully rounded the corner into the kitchen, seeing Mulder leaning against the counter, drinking an orange pop. When he saw Scully's face his heart stopped, causing him to drop his drink. Greg walked in.
"Hey, sorry man," He said in a hurry, not looking at Scully. "Lemme get that cleaned up."
"No problem. I have a mop in the garage."
"Where?" Mulder asked, opening the door which led to the basement and then garage.
"Uhm... Dana knows where. Danes, why don't you go with him." Greg said and walked out of the room. Scully was glaring at Mulder. He followed her into the cold basement and then down a small set of steps and a door to the garage. It was cold, she crossed her arms and walked over to where Greg kept his cleaning supplies.
"You could've just told me where it was at." Mulder said politely, smiling at Scully, but still reminding himself to be careful.
"Sorry?" Scully mouthed back. That caught Mulder completely off guard.
"What? I'm being nice Scully."
"Yeah, I noticed! Next thing I know you're going to be completely rude! It's back and forth with you Mulder, you're like a fucking switch!" She said, taking a step towards him.
"Watch your mouth; I'm your teacher."
"We're not in school." She reminded him. He remained silent. "Can you please tell me why you're like that to me? You're always so damn confusing! When you try to explain to me you're always so damn cryptic! I'm pulling my hair out here!" He looked away from her, still not answering. She was huffing now from talking so fast.
"Why do you dress like that?" He pointed down at her low cut top, revealing her cleavage. "You never had before.... until I came over your house for dinner. You try SO hard to get my attention!" He looked away, not wanting to see her peircing eyes any longer.
"You're changing the subject! UGH, And then you do that! You can never look me in the eye anymore. And when you do, you immediately look away like my eyes are killing you... or I stink or something!""So do I stink? Why aren't you looking at me!?" She hooked her finger under his chin and turned his head so he would look her in the eye.
"You don't stink." He answered flatly. She would've giggled at how flat his voice was if she wasn't so livid at him.
"Then why, Mulder? Because obviously I'm stupid and don't understand." She was whispering now. He was in such a close proximity to her.
"You're not stupid, and it's not you," The softness in his voice made it sound like he was praying. He longed to reach out and just grab her, hold her, calm her down from all the anger, but he couldn't.
"It has to be."
"It's me. It's all me. I can't... Scully, do you remember the parking lot after school?"
"Yes?"
"Well, I..." He was struggling with his words.
"Just say it," She whispered.
"I like you in a way I shouldn't, in a way I can't." She hung her head, and when she looked up she forced her lips to his. His remained still, unmoving, probably in shock or something. When she released her lips from his, his eyes teared down into hers.
"There. You don't get in trouble. I do. I threw myself on you." She was so serious, he swore it was the cutest thing his eyes ever seen.
"But I kissed back."
"No you didn't. I-" But then her words were lost as his lips crashed down onto hers. She wasn't thinking, and she didn't care. His hands were wrapped around her neck, and hers were wrapped around his. All she knew was that everything was going to change, her whole life, everything. Nothing would be the same, and if someone found out, no one would look at her or Mulder the same. Mulder. His career was at stake.
DUN DUN DUNNNN.
still, i'm not having Mulder have sex with a minor. I'm not. I know what I'm doing. I'm not neccessarily saying they wont... but im just saying not while she's 17. please review.
-A.
