*Chapter 6*
If he had been thinking rationally, he would have realized that the light was not just one light but multiple lights; all of them completely harmless and none of them wanted Scully. This particular light shining in their vicinity had a voice.
"Don't worry folks. Just a blown fuse. You guys must have been partying too hard. Never knew you federal types had it in you. Power should be restored soon."
Scully heard what must have been the voice of a man from the building's maintenance department and breathed a sigh of relief. Well, it would have been a sigh if she was breathing properly. She had hoped that the voice would have broken Mulder's strange "trance," but he just seemed to ignore the voice. This was getting ridiculous. She had to untangle herself from his grasp. She tried to move again, but he kept his arms and body firmly locked in place.
The maintenance man's beam of light caught the struggle between the man and woman who were curled up against the wall. Their reaction seemed a little extreme for just a loss of lights. He walked over to the man and tapped him on the shoulder to make sure that they were OK. The man jerked in response, cutting off almost all of the woman's oxygen. He thought that he heard the man whimper, "No." The maintenance man was afraid the woman was going to pass out. This was a very strange situation indeed.
He was about to push him off of the woman when the lights came back on. All conversation that had ceased while the lights were off, were resumed; almost as if nothing had happened. That was hardly the case between the two in front of him.
Scully felt Mulder's arms loosen up when the lights returned. At last, he responded positively to stimuli. She pulled herself out of his embrace and slowly took in a few breaths of air. The man that she recognized as the voice asked her if she was OK. She confirmed that she was, and he walked away.
When her breathing had returned to normal and she had made sure that she was physically okay, she turned around on the floor to interrogate her partner.
Mulder was still curled up against the wall. His head was tucked in his arms, but Scully could still see enough of his face to see that it was tear stained. He had been crying. The sight of him looking so fragile and child-like nearly broke her heart. All she wanted to do was wrap her arms protectively around him and tell him that everything was going to be OK. Unfortunately, she couldn't make that promise because she had no idea what was wrong.
First things first. She had to get them out of the room. Scully could practically feel the eyes of all the agents on her and Mulder, and she couldn't very well inquire about his condition while the whole room was seemingly staring at them. She spotted a nearby door about thirty feet from where they were that would get them of here. They could make it. They had to. There were no other options.
Scully knelt beside Mulder and told him that he had to get up so that they could leave the room. He either didn't hear her or chose to ignore her because he didn't move. Stubborn man. She was going to have to do this the hard way.
"Fine," she said. "Then I will just drag you out of here."
Yes, this five foot three inch woman was going to drag this six-foot man out of the room. Oh, but never underestimate the power of a determined woman. This petite person packed a lot of power.
She sat down in a chair and took off her shoes and panty hose (discreetly, of course). She was going to need all the leverage she could get, and she wasn't going to find it slip sliding around the floor. She then squatted behind Mulder, hooked her arms under his armpits, stood up as erect as she could, and started dragging.
Scully got about fifteen feet when she stopped. It wasn't her decision to stop but Mulder's. He had finally decided to put a halt to this ridiculous mode of transportation. He looked up at her and said:
"I didn't think that you'd actually drag me."
Ah, so he was listening. "How did you think I was going to get you out of this room? You obviously weren't cooperating by moving on your own, and I couldn't exactly pick you up and carry you across the room," Scully said, trying not to get angry.
"I don't know about that, Scully. There have been times when I've felt that you could THROW me across the room."
"The night is still young. Now would you please get up. I would like to get out of this room as discretely as possible."
Of course, by now, that was virtually impossible. Already, people were whispering about the floorshow that they had just been given. Another log added to the fire.
Mulder slowly and steadily got to his feet. He was still physically and emotionally drained and any quick actions may send him back to the floor. Scully gathered up her panty hose and shoes, directed him to the door from which they were to exit, and they walked out of the room together.
Cerasi J: I am so glad that you are enjoying my story. I hope that you can make it to the end. I still have a few more chapters to go.
Jamie Sculder: Haha. Well, as long as the plan is working, it can't be too terribly evil. I find that people don't respond very well to evil. I just hope that you survived this hiatus.
X-Nina: I'm sorry that you didn't like my alternative kiss, but when the muse has a point to make, you cannot ignore her.
If he had been thinking rationally, he would have realized that the light was not just one light but multiple lights; all of them completely harmless and none of them wanted Scully. This particular light shining in their vicinity had a voice.
"Don't worry folks. Just a blown fuse. You guys must have been partying too hard. Never knew you federal types had it in you. Power should be restored soon."
Scully heard what must have been the voice of a man from the building's maintenance department and breathed a sigh of relief. Well, it would have been a sigh if she was breathing properly. She had hoped that the voice would have broken Mulder's strange "trance," but he just seemed to ignore the voice. This was getting ridiculous. She had to untangle herself from his grasp. She tried to move again, but he kept his arms and body firmly locked in place.
The maintenance man's beam of light caught the struggle between the man and woman who were curled up against the wall. Their reaction seemed a little extreme for just a loss of lights. He walked over to the man and tapped him on the shoulder to make sure that they were OK. The man jerked in response, cutting off almost all of the woman's oxygen. He thought that he heard the man whimper, "No." The maintenance man was afraid the woman was going to pass out. This was a very strange situation indeed.
He was about to push him off of the woman when the lights came back on. All conversation that had ceased while the lights were off, were resumed; almost as if nothing had happened. That was hardly the case between the two in front of him.
Scully felt Mulder's arms loosen up when the lights returned. At last, he responded positively to stimuli. She pulled herself out of his embrace and slowly took in a few breaths of air. The man that she recognized as the voice asked her if she was OK. She confirmed that she was, and he walked away.
When her breathing had returned to normal and she had made sure that she was physically okay, she turned around on the floor to interrogate her partner.
Mulder was still curled up against the wall. His head was tucked in his arms, but Scully could still see enough of his face to see that it was tear stained. He had been crying. The sight of him looking so fragile and child-like nearly broke her heart. All she wanted to do was wrap her arms protectively around him and tell him that everything was going to be OK. Unfortunately, she couldn't make that promise because she had no idea what was wrong.
First things first. She had to get them out of the room. Scully could practically feel the eyes of all the agents on her and Mulder, and she couldn't very well inquire about his condition while the whole room was seemingly staring at them. She spotted a nearby door about thirty feet from where they were that would get them of here. They could make it. They had to. There were no other options.
Scully knelt beside Mulder and told him that he had to get up so that they could leave the room. He either didn't hear her or chose to ignore her because he didn't move. Stubborn man. She was going to have to do this the hard way.
"Fine," she said. "Then I will just drag you out of here."
Yes, this five foot three inch woman was going to drag this six-foot man out of the room. Oh, but never underestimate the power of a determined woman. This petite person packed a lot of power.
She sat down in a chair and took off her shoes and panty hose (discreetly, of course). She was going to need all the leverage she could get, and she wasn't going to find it slip sliding around the floor. She then squatted behind Mulder, hooked her arms under his armpits, stood up as erect as she could, and started dragging.
Scully got about fifteen feet when she stopped. It wasn't her decision to stop but Mulder's. He had finally decided to put a halt to this ridiculous mode of transportation. He looked up at her and said:
"I didn't think that you'd actually drag me."
Ah, so he was listening. "How did you think I was going to get you out of this room? You obviously weren't cooperating by moving on your own, and I couldn't exactly pick you up and carry you across the room," Scully said, trying not to get angry.
"I don't know about that, Scully. There have been times when I've felt that you could THROW me across the room."
"The night is still young. Now would you please get up. I would like to get out of this room as discretely as possible."
Of course, by now, that was virtually impossible. Already, people were whispering about the floorshow that they had just been given. Another log added to the fire.
Mulder slowly and steadily got to his feet. He was still physically and emotionally drained and any quick actions may send him back to the floor. Scully gathered up her panty hose and shoes, directed him to the door from which they were to exit, and they walked out of the room together.
Cerasi J: I am so glad that you are enjoying my story. I hope that you can make it to the end. I still have a few more chapters to go.
Jamie Sculder: Haha. Well, as long as the plan is working, it can't be too terribly evil. I find that people don't respond very well to evil. I just hope that you survived this hiatus.
X-Nina: I'm sorry that you didn't like my alternative kiss, but when the muse has a point to make, you cannot ignore her.