Chapter 6: Mulder
The next week, I was in my car driving to the holiday inn. I would there meet "agent Mulder". I hoped he was hot and sexy and muscled and he would sleep with me and not be gay. I looked at the reservation ticket. Agent Dana Scully, rm. 305 it said in small letters at the bottom. I smiled; this was going to be a great weekend.
I stepped out of the car and headed for the lobby of the hotel. Once inside, I stood behind a man in a black suit. He was wearing dark sunglasses, and he had dark hair and a sexy profile. I was sure I had seen him before; maybe he had gone to med school with me or something.
The man turned around and smiled at me. He leant over so we saw eye to eye, then he pulled down his sunglasses. "Hey," he said. "Hey," I said back, blushing. He was so cute; I wished that we could be together.
"So, what's a bitch of a hotel like you doin' in a girl like this?" he asked, sounding very horny.
I was appalled at what he had just said to me and I slapped his cheek, "Idiot!" I said aloud and moved to the next line. The cute ones were always idiots, or taken, or gay. Sometimes it makes me just want to quit my job, move to Hawaii and become a lesbian, but I had to find Mulder first.
After I was shown to the hotel room, I sat down on the bed and watched the television. Nothing was on after a while, so I shut it off. Then, I heard people coming near the room. I stood up and tried my best to make myself look presentable. I was about to meet agent Mulder.
In came the bag boy with a small suitcase and a hanger with a jacket on it. Then I saw him come in. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. In came agent Mulder, the guy who had insulted me in the lobby. "Agent Mulder?" I asked, being a little bit horrified.
"Agent Scully?" he asked in equal horror, "I. Oh. I'm sorry."
"Okay. Well, what were you expecting? Some sort of alien?" I asked, rudely.
"Well, no. I was expecting a man," Mulder said.
"I walked over to him and slapped him again on the cheek.
He held his cheek in pain, "Ouch, that hurt, bitch!"
I smiled, he reminded me of my brother a little bit when I used to throw books at him. We sat down on the two beds, just staring at one another. This went on for about twenty minutes.
"Listen, agent Scully, somebody needs to break the silence, here," Mulder said, "and I just wanted to say, since we're gonna be partners in the X- Files, then I don't want you to hold a grudge, so I'm sorry."
"Okay, agent, I'm sorry, too," I said, "I shouldn't have slapped you." We shook hands, to show our apology was secure. "Do you want to go down to the bar, my treat?"
"Sure," he replied and we went downstairs for a couple of beer.
I don't know how it happened, but we were suddenly back in the apartment, having sex. I was on top of him, and I could tell that I was giving him a workout. We didn't even know each other's first names yet, but we were having sex like two wild buffalo in an open field.
"Say my name!" I demanded.
".Scully," he mumbled.
"Say my name!" I demanded again.
"Scully!" he yelled. We rolled over, with him crushing me, going at full speed. Suddenly, everything went white, and there before me stood the clown. I screamed in horror.
"Scully, are you alright?" Mulder asked. We were both panting, "I'm sorry if I came on a little strong, did I hurt you?"
"No, it's just, I saw. never mind," I said.
"Maybe we should just go to bed, Scully," Mulder instructed. I nodded and got into the other bed.
The next morning, I woke with a hangover. I rolled over, to see Mulder sleeping. He looked like he had a hangover, too. I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to do my morning stuff. Then, for the rest of the day I lay in bed, feeling like shit. When Mulder woke up, he didn't seem to be hung over at all.
"Scully, we have to get back to the FBI today, you know, start on the X- Files," Mulder said.
"No, Mulder, I'm too hung over," I replied.
"C'mon, Scully, I'll carry you to the car," he said. I didn't reply, so he picked me up and put me in the back of my car. Then we were on our way back to Washington.
The next week, I was in my car driving to the holiday inn. I would there meet "agent Mulder". I hoped he was hot and sexy and muscled and he would sleep with me and not be gay. I looked at the reservation ticket. Agent Dana Scully, rm. 305 it said in small letters at the bottom. I smiled; this was going to be a great weekend.
I stepped out of the car and headed for the lobby of the hotel. Once inside, I stood behind a man in a black suit. He was wearing dark sunglasses, and he had dark hair and a sexy profile. I was sure I had seen him before; maybe he had gone to med school with me or something.
The man turned around and smiled at me. He leant over so we saw eye to eye, then he pulled down his sunglasses. "Hey," he said. "Hey," I said back, blushing. He was so cute; I wished that we could be together.
"So, what's a bitch of a hotel like you doin' in a girl like this?" he asked, sounding very horny.
I was appalled at what he had just said to me and I slapped his cheek, "Idiot!" I said aloud and moved to the next line. The cute ones were always idiots, or taken, or gay. Sometimes it makes me just want to quit my job, move to Hawaii and become a lesbian, but I had to find Mulder first.
After I was shown to the hotel room, I sat down on the bed and watched the television. Nothing was on after a while, so I shut it off. Then, I heard people coming near the room. I stood up and tried my best to make myself look presentable. I was about to meet agent Mulder.
In came the bag boy with a small suitcase and a hanger with a jacket on it. Then I saw him come in. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. In came agent Mulder, the guy who had insulted me in the lobby. "Agent Mulder?" I asked, being a little bit horrified.
"Agent Scully?" he asked in equal horror, "I. Oh. I'm sorry."
"Okay. Well, what were you expecting? Some sort of alien?" I asked, rudely.
"Well, no. I was expecting a man," Mulder said.
"I walked over to him and slapped him again on the cheek.
He held his cheek in pain, "Ouch, that hurt, bitch!"
I smiled, he reminded me of my brother a little bit when I used to throw books at him. We sat down on the two beds, just staring at one another. This went on for about twenty minutes.
"Listen, agent Scully, somebody needs to break the silence, here," Mulder said, "and I just wanted to say, since we're gonna be partners in the X- Files, then I don't want you to hold a grudge, so I'm sorry."
"Okay, agent, I'm sorry, too," I said, "I shouldn't have slapped you." We shook hands, to show our apology was secure. "Do you want to go down to the bar, my treat?"
"Sure," he replied and we went downstairs for a couple of beer.
I don't know how it happened, but we were suddenly back in the apartment, having sex. I was on top of him, and I could tell that I was giving him a workout. We didn't even know each other's first names yet, but we were having sex like two wild buffalo in an open field.
"Say my name!" I demanded.
".Scully," he mumbled.
"Say my name!" I demanded again.
"Scully!" he yelled. We rolled over, with him crushing me, going at full speed. Suddenly, everything went white, and there before me stood the clown. I screamed in horror.
"Scully, are you alright?" Mulder asked. We were both panting, "I'm sorry if I came on a little strong, did I hurt you?"
"No, it's just, I saw. never mind," I said.
"Maybe we should just go to bed, Scully," Mulder instructed. I nodded and got into the other bed.
The next morning, I woke with a hangover. I rolled over, to see Mulder sleeping. He looked like he had a hangover, too. I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to do my morning stuff. Then, for the rest of the day I lay in bed, feeling like shit. When Mulder woke up, he didn't seem to be hung over at all.
"Scully, we have to get back to the FBI today, you know, start on the X- Files," Mulder said.
"No, Mulder, I'm too hung over," I replied.
"C'mon, Scully, I'll carry you to the car," he said. I didn't reply, so he picked me up and put me in the back of my car. Then we were on our way back to Washington.