TITLE: FANTASY
AUTHOR: RXP
EMAIL: rxp_on_line@yahoo.com
KEYWORDS: Vignette, Scully POV, UST.
SPOILERS: Pilot. GHOST IN THE MACHINE (1X07).
RATING: G.
SUMMARY: Set during 1X07, M/S elevator scene. Scully takes a minute to
reflect on her relationship with Mulder.
NOTE: This is my first piece of fan fiction. It is set during the
first season episode "GHOST IN THE MACHINE" and was inspired by a
still picture (the one used in my book cover) from the that episode
(the elevator scene).
DISCLAIMER: All X-FILES, names, characters and all related indicia are
the property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Network. All
rights reserved. The use of X-FILES names, characters, ect., is not
intended to be an infringement to the rights of the legal owners, and
they have been used without their permission. No money or profit will
be made of this tale. Use and distribution of my story is for non-
commercial entertainment purposes only.
ARCHIVE: Feel free to do archive my fiction on
your own server.
FEEDBACK: yes, please!
*************
We, well, it was Mulder actually, were requested to assist on a murder
case by Jerry Lamana, who, it turned out, was Mulder's partner in the
past. Apparently, Lamana's star is no longer rising in the Bureau
ladder, since he misplaced some important evidence. Now he desperately
needs Mulder's help. And being the man that he is, Mulder agreed to
help.
We had just entered the Eurisko World Headquarters where the murder of
Benjamin Drake took place. We entered the elevator and I hit the 29th
floor button, where we were about to start our investigation of the
murder of the owner of Eurisko. We shared the same usual small talk we
often share. Then something happened. The elevator slammed to stop,
which caught me off guard. I fell, and Mulder helped me up again. This
only took a split second, but as it happened, a million thoughts
managed to go through my head.
I'm not really sure of what started it. Maybe it was the sudden
physical touch or maybe it was his distinct scent, but whatever it
was, in that second, I realized how attracted I was, and still am, by
this man. My partner.
I remember, that way back at the academy all my fellow agents-to-be,
who knew about his work, called him "Spooky", due to his ... well ...
spooky theories and the nature of his assignment. Today, long after my
academy days, they are even beginning to call me Spooky, Mrs. Spooky
that is. Mr. and Mrs Spooky. That's what they call us. At the Bureau
I've heard the other female agents talking when they don't think I can
hear them. They have given him another nickname. Sexy Mulder, that's
what they really are calling him. I wonder if he's aware of that. They
even gossip about us and about what we "really" are are doing in our
basement office. How ridiculous. It wouldn't be professional. It would
be incredibly....
Stop it Dana. Stop it now! You cannot allow yourself to think of him
that way. The case. Think of the case, silly woman.
The case. Ah yes. The Eurisko building. A murder. We are heading to
the crime scene. Elevator. We are in a elevator, surely monitored.
Yes, I can see the discreet security monitor just above Mulder's head.
And I can't help looking at it. The eyes. Those thoughtful hazel eyes.
He doesn't even notice me.
Why do I keep doing this to myself? Get a grip Dana. You are just his
partner. Nothing more.
On March 1992 my life changed. 19 months have now passed. That is how
long I have been assigned to the X-Files so far. I still don't think
that he trusts me at this point, he is still very sceptic towards me.
I can't blame him. After all, I was assigned to the X-files to debunk
his work, not help him. But after all we've been trough lately, he
must be beginning to realize that I'm on his side, I'm his partner,
for better or worse. I know where my loyalty lie. He should know it
too by now.
19 months. That's the time I have been hiding my true emotions from
him, even for myself. I cannot let him know this. Besides, he's not
interested. Sure, he jokes around, throws innuendoes at me in every
opportunity that he gets. But he doesn't mean it. Not the way I want
him to mean it. He's trying to have fun and live a little. And who can
blain him, with the type of cases we usually are on.
I really need to get my mind on other things, so I pick up the
elevator's security phone.
"Hello?"
"Security. Who's this?"
"This is Agent Dana Scully."
"Agent Scully, do you have a problem?"
"Uh, actually, I think everything's okay."
The elevator began to go up again as I spoke, so I hung up the phone.
We finally reached the 29th floor and stepped out side. He lets me go
in front of him.
We meet with Lamana just outside Drake's bathroom were he supposedly
got killed. How nice... I'm no longer alone with Mulder. Now, I can
finally concentrate on the task at hand.
THE END
AUTHOR: RXP
EMAIL: rxp_on_line@yahoo.com
KEYWORDS: Vignette, Scully POV, UST.
SPOILERS: Pilot. GHOST IN THE MACHINE (1X07).
RATING: G.
SUMMARY: Set during 1X07, M/S elevator scene. Scully takes a minute to
reflect on her relationship with Mulder.
NOTE: This is my first piece of fan fiction. It is set during the
first season episode "GHOST IN THE MACHINE" and was inspired by a
still picture (the one used in my book cover) from the that episode
(the elevator scene).
DISCLAIMER: All X-FILES, names, characters and all related indicia are
the property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Network. All
rights reserved. The use of X-FILES names, characters, ect., is not
intended to be an infringement to the rights of the legal owners, and
they have been used without their permission. No money or profit will
be made of this tale. Use and distribution of my story is for non-
commercial entertainment purposes only.
ARCHIVE: Feel free to do archive my fiction on
your own server.
FEEDBACK: yes, please!
*************
We, well, it was Mulder actually, were requested to assist on a murder
case by Jerry Lamana, who, it turned out, was Mulder's partner in the
past. Apparently, Lamana's star is no longer rising in the Bureau
ladder, since he misplaced some important evidence. Now he desperately
needs Mulder's help. And being the man that he is, Mulder agreed to
help.
We had just entered the Eurisko World Headquarters where the murder of
Benjamin Drake took place. We entered the elevator and I hit the 29th
floor button, where we were about to start our investigation of the
murder of the owner of Eurisko. We shared the same usual small talk we
often share. Then something happened. The elevator slammed to stop,
which caught me off guard. I fell, and Mulder helped me up again. This
only took a split second, but as it happened, a million thoughts
managed to go through my head.
I'm not really sure of what started it. Maybe it was the sudden
physical touch or maybe it was his distinct scent, but whatever it
was, in that second, I realized how attracted I was, and still am, by
this man. My partner.
I remember, that way back at the academy all my fellow agents-to-be,
who knew about his work, called him "Spooky", due to his ... well ...
spooky theories and the nature of his assignment. Today, long after my
academy days, they are even beginning to call me Spooky, Mrs. Spooky
that is. Mr. and Mrs Spooky. That's what they call us. At the Bureau
I've heard the other female agents talking when they don't think I can
hear them. They have given him another nickname. Sexy Mulder, that's
what they really are calling him. I wonder if he's aware of that. They
even gossip about us and about what we "really" are are doing in our
basement office. How ridiculous. It wouldn't be professional. It would
be incredibly....
Stop it Dana. Stop it now! You cannot allow yourself to think of him
that way. The case. Think of the case, silly woman.
The case. Ah yes. The Eurisko building. A murder. We are heading to
the crime scene. Elevator. We are in a elevator, surely monitored.
Yes, I can see the discreet security monitor just above Mulder's head.
And I can't help looking at it. The eyes. Those thoughtful hazel eyes.
He doesn't even notice me.
Why do I keep doing this to myself? Get a grip Dana. You are just his
partner. Nothing more.
On March 1992 my life changed. 19 months have now passed. That is how
long I have been assigned to the X-Files so far. I still don't think
that he trusts me at this point, he is still very sceptic towards me.
I can't blame him. After all, I was assigned to the X-files to debunk
his work, not help him. But after all we've been trough lately, he
must be beginning to realize that I'm on his side, I'm his partner,
for better or worse. I know where my loyalty lie. He should know it
too by now.
19 months. That's the time I have been hiding my true emotions from
him, even for myself. I cannot let him know this. Besides, he's not
interested. Sure, he jokes around, throws innuendoes at me in every
opportunity that he gets. But he doesn't mean it. Not the way I want
him to mean it. He's trying to have fun and live a little. And who can
blain him, with the type of cases we usually are on.
I really need to get my mind on other things, so I pick up the
elevator's security phone.
"Hello?"
"Security. Who's this?"
"This is Agent Dana Scully."
"Agent Scully, do you have a problem?"
"Uh, actually, I think everything's okay."
The elevator began to go up again as I spoke, so I hung up the phone.
We finally reached the 29th floor and stepped out side. He lets me go
in front of him.
We meet with Lamana just outside Drake's bathroom were he supposedly
got killed. How nice... I'm no longer alone with Mulder. Now, I can
finally concentrate on the task at hand.
THE END