*Chapter 3*
Mulder watched Scully and Harris walk out onto the dance floor. What had he done? What had he said? Why hadn't he just smiled and made a joke out of it? Because the comment wasn't meant to be a joke. It was true. Damn, he thought he had filed away all of those thoughts. Apparently he upset his file system and let something slip. Well, this slip just scared her away and into another man's arms. Not exactly what he wanted to have happen. Then again, in his life, things rarely went according to plan. Now all he had to do was come up with a different plan. One that had her running into his arms instead.
Mulder's train of thought was interrupted with a tap on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Agent Cassandra Lewis, a tall buxom blonde with long legs and breasts out to the Great Wall of China. If this had been a different situation, he probably would have laughed out loud. Instead, he just sat there and stared at her, wondering if this was some sort of a sign, an omen.
"Mulder, did you hear me?" Lewis purred and whined, all in the same breath.
"Hmmm, what? Oh, no."
"Well, I asked if you would like to dance."
"Yeah, sure. Let's go," Mulder said, all the while formulating a new plan. He figured while he was on the dance floor, he could keep an eye on Scully. You know, in case Harris tried to pull some fresh moves on her. Who was he kidding? She could take care of herself. He wanted to make sure she didn't pull any moves of her own.
He led Lewis onto the dance floor as near to Scully as he could get without being completely obvious. He assumed the proper dance position with Lewis and gracefully guided her around the floor. It was purely coincidental that the pattern just happened to be a complete circle around Scully and Harris.
While dancing, he wondered why he was planning to break up Scully's good time in the first place. Why shouldn't his friend have a good time? Just because it wasn't with him, doesn't mean he should look down upon the whole experience. Friends let friends be happy. Was that all she was to him, though? Maybe he wanted her to be more. Where were these thoughts coming from? Geez, now he needed a secretary for his mind, too.
Scully saw Mulder step onto the dance floor with that blonde bimbo. OK. That was a little harsh. She could be a perfectly nice human being. Just because she was a tall blonde with a great body didn't make her a bimbo. It's just that he had just finished telling her that she was his ideal woman and not the blondes. Well, now she realized that was another one of his jokes. He had sounded so serious, so genuine though. Why had she fallen for it? She felt like such a chump.
Mulder was still trying to organize his thoughts when he heard a screech.
"Ouch!" yelled Lewis. "Mulder, that is the second time you have stepped on my toes. I get the feeling that your feet may be on this dance floor with me, but your mind is somewhere else. And I think that somewhere else might be with a certain red-head who happens to be dancing with Harris. Am I right?"
Rather than foolishly denying, he relented. "Am I that easy to read or is it plastered on my body somewhere?" asked Mulder.
"Yeah, right here," said Lewis pointing to his heart. "Tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to steal Harris away from Dana. That way you and Dana can dance the next song out and talk things through. You two obviously have a lot to discuss so don't chicken out, OK? We all know what you two feel for each other. All you have to do is stop hiding from it and come to the same conclusion that we all did a long time go."
My God. The whole building knew more about him and Scully than even they knew. So what did they know about each other? Mulder wasn't sure, but he figured he wasn't going to find out by just standing there like an idiot. He was going to get some answers. Finally discover the truth.
"Alright, Lewis. Let's go for it."
While Lewis was going after Harris, Mulder was quickly trying to think of what he was going to say to Scully. "Hi. Um, it seems that the whole building has us hooked up already so why don't we just go for it," hardly seemed appropriate. Was this really what he wanted? Did he want this friendship to go to the next level? Oh, he knew that they loved each other as friends, but was it more? Was he IN love with her? Did he love her like that? Did she? Oh, what did Scully think? He could be contemplating something that she might not want. What would he say then? "Sorry I just poured out my whole heart to you. Just forget I even said it. See you Monday." Their friendship would never be the same. It would be uncomfortable even to be in the same room with each other. He would lose her forever. Did he really want to sacrifice that for his own selfish reasons? What was he going to say to her? Luckily, he didn't have to come up with the first line because Scully came up to him and said:
"I can't help but feel that it was a conspiracy that resulted in the both of us being without partners. What do you think?"
Mulder smiled. Five years with him in the FBI and Scully could smell a conspiracy a mile away.
"Don't look at me. It was all Lewis. She said she wanted Harris all to herself. It doesn't really matter, though. She wasn't my type." He saw the apparent skepticism on her face. "No, really. She was wearing four inch heals, I could see her brunette roots, and her breasts only went out to the pyramids."
"Uh-huh. Well, I suppose the only thing that we can do is to go along with it. Until we find the truth, of course. So what do you say? Do you want to dance?"
"It would be an honor and a privilege, m'lady," Mulder said to her, bowing slightly.
RitzBitz: Dialogue is always a challenge so I'm glad that you can realistically hear these conversations in your head. Hope you continue to enjoy this story.
IrishRavenX: Well, I figure that if you take our dynamic duo away from work, good things are sure to occur. We'll find out soon enough.
Mulder watched Scully and Harris walk out onto the dance floor. What had he done? What had he said? Why hadn't he just smiled and made a joke out of it? Because the comment wasn't meant to be a joke. It was true. Damn, he thought he had filed away all of those thoughts. Apparently he upset his file system and let something slip. Well, this slip just scared her away and into another man's arms. Not exactly what he wanted to have happen. Then again, in his life, things rarely went according to plan. Now all he had to do was come up with a different plan. One that had her running into his arms instead.
Mulder's train of thought was interrupted with a tap on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Agent Cassandra Lewis, a tall buxom blonde with long legs and breasts out to the Great Wall of China. If this had been a different situation, he probably would have laughed out loud. Instead, he just sat there and stared at her, wondering if this was some sort of a sign, an omen.
"Mulder, did you hear me?" Lewis purred and whined, all in the same breath.
"Hmmm, what? Oh, no."
"Well, I asked if you would like to dance."
"Yeah, sure. Let's go," Mulder said, all the while formulating a new plan. He figured while he was on the dance floor, he could keep an eye on Scully. You know, in case Harris tried to pull some fresh moves on her. Who was he kidding? She could take care of herself. He wanted to make sure she didn't pull any moves of her own.
He led Lewis onto the dance floor as near to Scully as he could get without being completely obvious. He assumed the proper dance position with Lewis and gracefully guided her around the floor. It was purely coincidental that the pattern just happened to be a complete circle around Scully and Harris.
While dancing, he wondered why he was planning to break up Scully's good time in the first place. Why shouldn't his friend have a good time? Just because it wasn't with him, doesn't mean he should look down upon the whole experience. Friends let friends be happy. Was that all she was to him, though? Maybe he wanted her to be more. Where were these thoughts coming from? Geez, now he needed a secretary for his mind, too.
Scully saw Mulder step onto the dance floor with that blonde bimbo. OK. That was a little harsh. She could be a perfectly nice human being. Just because she was a tall blonde with a great body didn't make her a bimbo. It's just that he had just finished telling her that she was his ideal woman and not the blondes. Well, now she realized that was another one of his jokes. He had sounded so serious, so genuine though. Why had she fallen for it? She felt like such a chump.
Mulder was still trying to organize his thoughts when he heard a screech.
"Ouch!" yelled Lewis. "Mulder, that is the second time you have stepped on my toes. I get the feeling that your feet may be on this dance floor with me, but your mind is somewhere else. And I think that somewhere else might be with a certain red-head who happens to be dancing with Harris. Am I right?"
Rather than foolishly denying, he relented. "Am I that easy to read or is it plastered on my body somewhere?" asked Mulder.
"Yeah, right here," said Lewis pointing to his heart. "Tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to steal Harris away from Dana. That way you and Dana can dance the next song out and talk things through. You two obviously have a lot to discuss so don't chicken out, OK? We all know what you two feel for each other. All you have to do is stop hiding from it and come to the same conclusion that we all did a long time go."
My God. The whole building knew more about him and Scully than even they knew. So what did they know about each other? Mulder wasn't sure, but he figured he wasn't going to find out by just standing there like an idiot. He was going to get some answers. Finally discover the truth.
"Alright, Lewis. Let's go for it."
While Lewis was going after Harris, Mulder was quickly trying to think of what he was going to say to Scully. "Hi. Um, it seems that the whole building has us hooked up already so why don't we just go for it," hardly seemed appropriate. Was this really what he wanted? Did he want this friendship to go to the next level? Oh, he knew that they loved each other as friends, but was it more? Was he IN love with her? Did he love her like that? Did she? Oh, what did Scully think? He could be contemplating something that she might not want. What would he say then? "Sorry I just poured out my whole heart to you. Just forget I even said it. See you Monday." Their friendship would never be the same. It would be uncomfortable even to be in the same room with each other. He would lose her forever. Did he really want to sacrifice that for his own selfish reasons? What was he going to say to her? Luckily, he didn't have to come up with the first line because Scully came up to him and said:
"I can't help but feel that it was a conspiracy that resulted in the both of us being without partners. What do you think?"
Mulder smiled. Five years with him in the FBI and Scully could smell a conspiracy a mile away.
"Don't look at me. It was all Lewis. She said she wanted Harris all to herself. It doesn't really matter, though. She wasn't my type." He saw the apparent skepticism on her face. "No, really. She was wearing four inch heals, I could see her brunette roots, and her breasts only went out to the pyramids."
"Uh-huh. Well, I suppose the only thing that we can do is to go along with it. Until we find the truth, of course. So what do you say? Do you want to dance?"
"It would be an honor and a privilege, m'lady," Mulder said to her, bowing slightly.
RitzBitz: Dialogue is always a challenge so I'm glad that you can realistically hear these conversations in your head. Hope you continue to enjoy this story.
IrishRavenX: Well, I figure that if you take our dynamic duo away from work, good things are sure to occur. We'll find out soon enough.