September 6, 2002 08:06
Fox Mulder hastened down the corridor towards Assistant Director Skinner's office. He was glad that the X-files was once again under the control of Walter Skinner, it had been since A.D. Kirsch had been killed in a car accident in early August. He quickened his pace after la quick glance at his watch. He knew that agents Doggett and Reyes would already be in there waiting for his arrival, along with his partner Scully. "Late again," he thought to himself as he opened the door to Skinner's outer office.
"Go right in," said Marla, Skinners secretary, "He's expecting you."
Mulder paused briefly outside Skinner's door, straightening his tie and smoothing out the wrinkles in his jacket. He reached for the doorknob, turned it, and walked in.
"Well, well, well," said Skinner, "late as usual. If it doesn't involve chasing down alien bounty hunters, your never on time are you Mulder?" Mulder grinned noticing the slight smile on Skinners face.
"I guess not." He replied.
A quick glance around the room showed Mulder all he needed to see. Doggett and Reyes were there, watching his banter with Skinner, in amusement. Monica was sitting in the leather armchair, while John leaned against it. He knew about them what they thought no one did, they were in love. He saw the way they looked at each other, noticed the way they talked, even if they didn't fully realize it themselves, Fox Mulder saw their true feelings for each other.
Beside the two of them, in another one of the chairs, was Dana Scully, beautiful Dana, with her flowing red hair, and enchanting green eyes. He had fallen in love with her the first time she walked into his office, and once he had gotten to know her, his love deepened. He had not acted on his feelings for the longest time, until recently that is. He shot Dana a knowing glance and she gave him a very subtle smile, unnoticeable to any but him.
"Late is better than never I guess," said Dogget, "So, lets get this meeting started."
"Have a seat Mulder," Skinner said, "we could be here awhile, we have a lot to talk about."
* * *
10:52
Back down in their dungeon of an office, Mulder and Scully were talking over the events of the nearly three hour-long meeting with Skinner.
"What a load of Shit," said Mulder in anger.
"Come on Mulder, nothing that was said in there was a lie, it was all truth," Scully replied.
"They made me out to be a fucking rogue, a "loose cannon," how can they think its best to shut down the X-files? You were the only one on my side in there Scully, the only one who listened too, or defended me"
"I know I was, but they will not shut down the X-files, and they did not make you out to be all that bad. Some valid points were brought up in there, I mean Mulder, you haven't exactly done everything by the book, and when things go wrong, someone needs to be blamed."
"And that someone is ALWAYS me. The one they blame is always me, me and my X-Files. They don't even care about the people we help anymore, its all politics, politics and their fears of what I have begun to uncover. The fear that I could expose what they have tried so hard to hide. Now the only way they cam continue to hide their truth is to shut us down, shut down all that I, all that we have built."
"You and your conspiracy theories Mulder, if I didn't know you better I would swear you were going crazy. There is no plot against you, no one is out to get you, you just need to start playing by the rules."
She looked up at Mulder as she was speaking, stared into his eyes, seeing in them not his anger at all those that he thought were against him, but his love for her.
"Dana," he said softly, "I love you."
"I know," she replied with a smile, "I love you too." He caressed her cheek gently and kissed her softly. They embraced for quite a time, before moving back apart.
"Well," said Mulder, "we best be getting some actual work done."
"Yeah," she replied, "back to work."
* * *
23:21
Mulder rolled over in his bed, and looked over at his sleeping partner beside him. The bedsheet had slipped down on her body exposing the nipple on her right breast. He leaned over and kissed her passionately on the cheek as he pulled the covers back up over her. He sat up in bed, about to get up to use the washroom, when his cell phone rang in his pants pocket on the floor at the foot of the bed. He got up quickly to answer it, as he did not want to wake Scully. He pressed the answer button and held the phone up to his ear.
"Hello?" he asked tiredly.
"She is with them." A voice replied gruffly at the other end.
"What?"
"Do not trust her, she is one of them."
"Who is this?" Mulder angrily asked the voice, still trying to be quiet so as not to wake Scully. He glanced over at her, sleeping beautifully with a lock of red hair lying across her face.
"Do not trust her." There was a quick *click* and the line went dead. Mulder puzzledly hung up his phone, turned it off and put it back down in his pocket. He got up and walked to the washroom, his mind full of questions. He lied back down next to his "sleeping beauty" kissed her once again on the cheek, and rolled over, thinking about the odd cryptic phone call as he drifted off to sleep. His last thought was of the sweet tender moments that he and Scully had shared that evening, and the making of passionate love.
Fox Mulder hastened down the corridor towards Assistant Director Skinner's office. He was glad that the X-files was once again under the control of Walter Skinner, it had been since A.D. Kirsch had been killed in a car accident in early August. He quickened his pace after la quick glance at his watch. He knew that agents Doggett and Reyes would already be in there waiting for his arrival, along with his partner Scully. "Late again," he thought to himself as he opened the door to Skinner's outer office.
"Go right in," said Marla, Skinners secretary, "He's expecting you."
Mulder paused briefly outside Skinner's door, straightening his tie and smoothing out the wrinkles in his jacket. He reached for the doorknob, turned it, and walked in.
"Well, well, well," said Skinner, "late as usual. If it doesn't involve chasing down alien bounty hunters, your never on time are you Mulder?" Mulder grinned noticing the slight smile on Skinners face.
"I guess not." He replied.
A quick glance around the room showed Mulder all he needed to see. Doggett and Reyes were there, watching his banter with Skinner, in amusement. Monica was sitting in the leather armchair, while John leaned against it. He knew about them what they thought no one did, they were in love. He saw the way they looked at each other, noticed the way they talked, even if they didn't fully realize it themselves, Fox Mulder saw their true feelings for each other.
Beside the two of them, in another one of the chairs, was Dana Scully, beautiful Dana, with her flowing red hair, and enchanting green eyes. He had fallen in love with her the first time she walked into his office, and once he had gotten to know her, his love deepened. He had not acted on his feelings for the longest time, until recently that is. He shot Dana a knowing glance and she gave him a very subtle smile, unnoticeable to any but him.
"Late is better than never I guess," said Dogget, "So, lets get this meeting started."
"Have a seat Mulder," Skinner said, "we could be here awhile, we have a lot to talk about."
* * *
10:52
Back down in their dungeon of an office, Mulder and Scully were talking over the events of the nearly three hour-long meeting with Skinner.
"What a load of Shit," said Mulder in anger.
"Come on Mulder, nothing that was said in there was a lie, it was all truth," Scully replied.
"They made me out to be a fucking rogue, a "loose cannon," how can they think its best to shut down the X-files? You were the only one on my side in there Scully, the only one who listened too, or defended me"
"I know I was, but they will not shut down the X-files, and they did not make you out to be all that bad. Some valid points were brought up in there, I mean Mulder, you haven't exactly done everything by the book, and when things go wrong, someone needs to be blamed."
"And that someone is ALWAYS me. The one they blame is always me, me and my X-Files. They don't even care about the people we help anymore, its all politics, politics and their fears of what I have begun to uncover. The fear that I could expose what they have tried so hard to hide. Now the only way they cam continue to hide their truth is to shut us down, shut down all that I, all that we have built."
"You and your conspiracy theories Mulder, if I didn't know you better I would swear you were going crazy. There is no plot against you, no one is out to get you, you just need to start playing by the rules."
She looked up at Mulder as she was speaking, stared into his eyes, seeing in them not his anger at all those that he thought were against him, but his love for her.
"Dana," he said softly, "I love you."
"I know," she replied with a smile, "I love you too." He caressed her cheek gently and kissed her softly. They embraced for quite a time, before moving back apart.
"Well," said Mulder, "we best be getting some actual work done."
"Yeah," she replied, "back to work."
* * *
23:21
Mulder rolled over in his bed, and looked over at his sleeping partner beside him. The bedsheet had slipped down on her body exposing the nipple on her right breast. He leaned over and kissed her passionately on the cheek as he pulled the covers back up over her. He sat up in bed, about to get up to use the washroom, when his cell phone rang in his pants pocket on the floor at the foot of the bed. He got up quickly to answer it, as he did not want to wake Scully. He pressed the answer button and held the phone up to his ear.
"Hello?" he asked tiredly.
"She is with them." A voice replied gruffly at the other end.
"What?"
"Do not trust her, she is one of them."
"Who is this?" Mulder angrily asked the voice, still trying to be quiet so as not to wake Scully. He glanced over at her, sleeping beautifully with a lock of red hair lying across her face.
"Do not trust her." There was a quick *click* and the line went dead. Mulder puzzledly hung up his phone, turned it off and put it back down in his pocket. He got up and walked to the washroom, his mind full of questions. He lied back down next to his "sleeping beauty" kissed her once again on the cheek, and rolled over, thinking about the odd cryptic phone call as he drifted off to sleep. His last thought was of the sweet tender moments that he and Scully had shared that evening, and the making of passionate love.
