Crystal Clear
By Starbuck_Jayne
Starbuck_Jayne@mulderandscully.co.uk
www.geocities.com/Starbuck_Jayne
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Keywords: MSR/Supernatural...but not so
much in this chapter!
Disclaimer: These characters belong to
Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox...I'm
just playing with them.
Archive: Anywhere at all just please keep
my name and e-mail attached, but no flames
please I'm way too delicate!
Summary: What if one day you started to
realise your life wasn't everything you
thought it to be?
Feedback: Please!!
Author's Notes: This is my first chapter fic
so I hope I don't get too carried away and
forget where I was originally going etc etc!
Please read and review!
Crystal Clear
Starbuck_Jayne
XXXXXXX
Dana Scully had been on the road for what
seemed like weeks. Her neck ached, her back
ached, her feet ached and the pain that
crashed through her skull was pushing the
limits of torture. Now, as she perched on
the edge of her steadily filling bathtub she
mentally ran through the day's key events.
He'd taken her to "Pedro's" for lunch. No
particular reason. Nothing particularly
special either, just some Spanish place he'd
found a few blocks away from where they were
supposed to be. Scully didn't think that
she'd ever had Spanish, at least not with
Mulder. Chinese, Cantonese, Taiwanese, more
Chinese but not Spanish. But, like he said,
he didn't need an excuse to take his partner
out for lunch and this was as good a place
as any. She couldn't help but wonder if the
Spanish theme was maybe a hint, though.
This better not be about El Chupacabra again
because that was something she *really*
wasn't in the mood for.
Scully turned off the bath taps, and
regarded the water with weary anticipation.
Spirals of steam twisted up from the tub,
carrying with them a fragrant aroma of
lavender. A few candles completed the
effect, and Scully watched as the lazy
shadows that they cast flickered across the
walls. The water was so hot that it caused
her skin to tingle, but as it lapped over
her aching body she could almost feel her
pain dissolving.
She barely had time to sigh before the
'phone started ringing. Briefly tempted to
ignore it, she considered the options-tell
them that she had been out, or held at
ransom, but her curiosity and somewhat
pessimistic nature got the better of her.
"Mulder if this is you I swear..." she
threatened the unidentified caller, wrapping
herself in a towel and heading towards her
bedroom. She had the phone in her hand
before the first wave of pain struck,
seizing her in its grip and causing her to
hit a state of semi-consciousness. She
gasped in shock, putting her hand to her
eyes as an image darted before them. Then,
in a second, it was gone; leaving her with
only the original throbbing.
"Scully? Scully are you there?" She had
forgotten that the phone was in her hand,
and now raised it cautiously to her ear.
"Yeah, Mulder, I'm here."
"Listen, I know you're probably busy and I'm
sorry for interrupting and I *know* we've
only just got back but there's something I
think you should hear about this Matthews
case..." Mulder broke off, suddenly aware
that he had received no response from his
partner for what must have been a good few
seconds, perhaps not entirely unusual
judging from the nature of his call; but
there had been the peculiar silence at the
start of the conversation. "You ok,
Scully?"
Scully was forced back to reality at the cue
for her part of this particular dialogue.
"I'm fine," she considered a possible
elaboration, "I'm just tired. 48 hours
without sleep may still have no effect on
you, Mulder, but unfortunately I'm not as
young as I used to be." She managed to
convince herself as well as her partner.
"What are you implying, Agent Scully?" He
grinned. "Well, Ok I'll tell you in the
morning. Sleep well."
"Goodnight," she smiled and replaced the
receiver before heading back to the
bathroom. Slipping tentatively back into
the tub she allowed herself to become
submerged in the water once more. It was
then that she fell into, what she would
later describe as, a light sleep.
XXXXXXX
In her mind's eye she saw him. Yet, it
wasn't him. The man standing before her
didn't bear the slightest resemblance to her
partner, and still she knew it was him.
"Mulder?" She knew she had spoken, but her
voice was weak, not to mention so coarse
that it was barely recognisable. Her throat
was dry- the desert that bore this arid
tone. The man, (Mulder, she was sure of
it), turned to someone at his side.
"Did you hear that? What did she say?" He
exclaimed, frantically demanding an answer.
"Daya, it's me! Can you hear me?"
The image faded as quickly as it had
appeared, and Scully soon realised that her
lack of breath was due to the fact that she
had slipped below the surface of the water.
Coughing and struggling for air she stumbled
to her feet; extinguishing most of the
candles in the process as the, now lukewarm,
bathwater splashed over them. Placing a
hand on the side of the tub she closed her
eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to steady
herself by balancing once again on the side
of the bath. It was only then that she
realised what he had called her: "Dana".
Only, it hadn't even sounded like Dana...She
shook her head, immediately reawakening the
pain that had been lying dormant and causing
her to resign herself to the truth- the only
option was bed. Her rational mind told her
to put the dream down to just that- a dream.
Or maybe even the paella...but a frightened,
almost juvenile persona wanted to call
Mulder...
XXXXXXX
Stay tuned for Chapter 2! If you think it's
worth it!
By Starbuck_Jayne
Starbuck_Jayne@mulderandscully.co.uk
www.geocities.com/Starbuck_Jayne
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Keywords: MSR/Supernatural...but not so
much in this chapter!
Disclaimer: These characters belong to
Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox...I'm
just playing with them.
Archive: Anywhere at all just please keep
my name and e-mail attached, but no flames
please I'm way too delicate!
Summary: What if one day you started to
realise your life wasn't everything you
thought it to be?
Feedback: Please!!
Author's Notes: This is my first chapter fic
so I hope I don't get too carried away and
forget where I was originally going etc etc!
Please read and review!
Crystal Clear
Starbuck_Jayne
XXXXXXX
Dana Scully had been on the road for what
seemed like weeks. Her neck ached, her back
ached, her feet ached and the pain that
crashed through her skull was pushing the
limits of torture. Now, as she perched on
the edge of her steadily filling bathtub she
mentally ran through the day's key events.
He'd taken her to "Pedro's" for lunch. No
particular reason. Nothing particularly
special either, just some Spanish place he'd
found a few blocks away from where they were
supposed to be. Scully didn't think that
she'd ever had Spanish, at least not with
Mulder. Chinese, Cantonese, Taiwanese, more
Chinese but not Spanish. But, like he said,
he didn't need an excuse to take his partner
out for lunch and this was as good a place
as any. She couldn't help but wonder if the
Spanish theme was maybe a hint, though.
This better not be about El Chupacabra again
because that was something she *really*
wasn't in the mood for.
Scully turned off the bath taps, and
regarded the water with weary anticipation.
Spirals of steam twisted up from the tub,
carrying with them a fragrant aroma of
lavender. A few candles completed the
effect, and Scully watched as the lazy
shadows that they cast flickered across the
walls. The water was so hot that it caused
her skin to tingle, but as it lapped over
her aching body she could almost feel her
pain dissolving.
She barely had time to sigh before the
'phone started ringing. Briefly tempted to
ignore it, she considered the options-tell
them that she had been out, or held at
ransom, but her curiosity and somewhat
pessimistic nature got the better of her.
"Mulder if this is you I swear..." she
threatened the unidentified caller, wrapping
herself in a towel and heading towards her
bedroom. She had the phone in her hand
before the first wave of pain struck,
seizing her in its grip and causing her to
hit a state of semi-consciousness. She
gasped in shock, putting her hand to her
eyes as an image darted before them. Then,
in a second, it was gone; leaving her with
only the original throbbing.
"Scully? Scully are you there?" She had
forgotten that the phone was in her hand,
and now raised it cautiously to her ear.
"Yeah, Mulder, I'm here."
"Listen, I know you're probably busy and I'm
sorry for interrupting and I *know* we've
only just got back but there's something I
think you should hear about this Matthews
case..." Mulder broke off, suddenly aware
that he had received no response from his
partner for what must have been a good few
seconds, perhaps not entirely unusual
judging from the nature of his call; but
there had been the peculiar silence at the
start of the conversation. "You ok,
Scully?"
Scully was forced back to reality at the cue
for her part of this particular dialogue.
"I'm fine," she considered a possible
elaboration, "I'm just tired. 48 hours
without sleep may still have no effect on
you, Mulder, but unfortunately I'm not as
young as I used to be." She managed to
convince herself as well as her partner.
"What are you implying, Agent Scully?" He
grinned. "Well, Ok I'll tell you in the
morning. Sleep well."
"Goodnight," she smiled and replaced the
receiver before heading back to the
bathroom. Slipping tentatively back into
the tub she allowed herself to become
submerged in the water once more. It was
then that she fell into, what she would
later describe as, a light sleep.
XXXXXXX
In her mind's eye she saw him. Yet, it
wasn't him. The man standing before her
didn't bear the slightest resemblance to her
partner, and still she knew it was him.
"Mulder?" She knew she had spoken, but her
voice was weak, not to mention so coarse
that it was barely recognisable. Her throat
was dry- the desert that bore this arid
tone. The man, (Mulder, she was sure of
it), turned to someone at his side.
"Did you hear that? What did she say?" He
exclaimed, frantically demanding an answer.
"Daya, it's me! Can you hear me?"
The image faded as quickly as it had
appeared, and Scully soon realised that her
lack of breath was due to the fact that she
had slipped below the surface of the water.
Coughing and struggling for air she stumbled
to her feet; extinguishing most of the
candles in the process as the, now lukewarm,
bathwater splashed over them. Placing a
hand on the side of the tub she closed her
eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to steady
herself by balancing once again on the side
of the bath. It was only then that she
realised what he had called her: "Dana".
Only, it hadn't even sounded like Dana...She
shook her head, immediately reawakening the
pain that had been lying dormant and causing
her to resign herself to the truth- the only
option was bed. Her rational mind told her
to put the dream down to just that- a dream.
Or maybe even the paella...but a frightened,
almost juvenile persona wanted to call
Mulder...
XXXXXXX
Stay tuned for Chapter 2! If you think it's
worth it!