Chapter 12 - What Have You Been Up To?
Scully walked slowly back up the street towards her house reflecting back on the past two hours she spent with Brian and Roger's wives - Linda and Wendy.
It had been very strange - to say the least.
At Wendy's invitation, the three women had gathered at her house for coffee and conversation. The coffee was fabulous and the conversation bizarre.
Wendy and Linda did very little but sing the praises of their husbands. Under normal circumstances Scully would have found it very charming, but these women were talking only about their husbands talents in bed.
If that wasn't bad enough, they strongly implied that they had both had incredibly good time with the other's husband as well.
After rattling off the talents of their husbands, Wendy and Linda then began to ask rather pointed questions about Mulder. Obviously if they were going to give their husbands to Scully to play with, they expected something in return.
Scully was torn between finding the entire situation repulsive or incredibly funny. It seemed more like something that would happen in a movie or in a novel than in real life.
The conversation made Scully realize what a fine line she and Mulder were treading. They were getting closer to flushing out the killer but they were also getting much closer to having their bluff called and ending up in a compromising position with one of their neighbors.
Scully knew she didn't really have a claim on Mulder, yet, but she wasn't much in the mood to share him either.
She was just turning into her driveway when she spotted Agnes coming back out to finish up her weeding.
"Good afternoon dear" Agnes said waving and walking over to Scully.
"Good afternoon Agnes, one of these days you really must explain to me how you keep your gardens so beautiful." Scully responded motioning to the endless colorful blooms that separated them.
"All it takes is love and dedication. Enough of that and anything will grow." Agnes was about to ask Scully about the tea she had made her but then she stopped.
Something was different about Scully, she was sure of it. She seemed to be sending out a different aura than she had before.
Agnes made a mental note of this before saying "Your husband is back from his morning outing and if I am not mistaken, he is a bit worse for wear. I have some wonderful cures for hangovers, if he needs one."
Scully frowned at this comment thinking to herself that Mulder barely drank at all and very rarely drank to access. It was impossible for him to be drunk, it wasn't even 2pm yet.
The two ladies parted company with Scully heading towards the house and Agnes towards her flowers.
Scully opened the door and immediately heard the sounds of ESPN blaring a little too loudly from the living room. She shut the door and headed into the room stopping abruptly at the site in front of her.
Mulder was sitting on the couch with his head back, mouth open holding a glass of orange juice, tilted in a most peculiar angle, fast asleep.
"Maybe Agnes was right" Scully said walking over to the TV and turning it off. She removed the glass of orange juice from Mulder's hand and gave him a little poke.
Nothing.
So she gave him a slightly bigger poke.
Still nothing.
Scully smiled despite herself and give him a good shake leaning over him and using both hands.
This finally got his attention and he slowly opened his eyes. He took a minute to focus on her and when he realized who she was, his face broke into an incredible smile.
"Hey Scully" he said talking slowly so he could be understood.
"Hey yourself. Mulder what happened?" Scully said sitting down next to him.
"Roger happened. God, Scully that man can drink. He managed to get five Bloody Marys into me and he had to have had at least two for everyone I had."
"Five. I am surprised you're not sick."
"Oh I was sick. Twice. Brushed my teeth though. see." he blew a breath on her "minty fresh."
"Lovely" Scully said noticing that his breath indeed wasn't too bad for a man who had been sick twice. "Why so many?"
"I think he was trying to loosen me up. To get me to agree to letting him have you."
"Have me?" Scully said thinking she wasn't sure if she wanted to know exactly what he meant by that.
"He wants to screw you Scully. Badly. Very badly. He wanted to know all about what you were like. He wanted to know if you were a fiery red head in bed."
"And what did you tell him?" Scully said trying to keep from blushing.
"I managed to skirt the issue pretty much. That wasn't the hard part."
"Then what was the hard part?" Scully said curious.
"It was really hard to keep my cover when he was pouring drink after drink after drink down me. But it was really, really hard for me not to punch him right in the nose."
"Why would you want to do that?" Scully said hoping she already knew the answer.
"Because he shouldn't be thinking about you that way. If I am not allowed to think about you that way, and I am your husband, then he shouldn't be able to do it either."
"You're not really my husband" Scully said quietly secretly pleased that Mulder felt the urge to defend her honor.
"I'm not? Oh. yeah. I know that, but I am your partner, aren't I? And no ones talks that way about you to me." Mulder said all the while poking Scully in the chest as if to emphasize his point.
Scully looked down at his poking finger and snagged it mid-poke. She smiled at him. "Thanks Mulder - I appreciate it. And just so you know, Roger's wife has got the hots for you big time."
"Yeah? Wendy, the one with the big boobs who likes to wear those low cut blouses?" Scully nodded. "Cool. She's hot."
Scully looked at him trying to remind herself that Mulder was still rather drunk and probably not totally responsible for what he was saying.
She was about to say something when Mulder continued. "But she is not as hot as you."
With that comment, he slowly let his head fall back onto the couch and promptly fell asleep again.
Scully thought about trying to wake him again but decided against it. She left him there to sleep off his Bloody Marys in peace and went over to her computer to complete her request for background checks on everyone in the neighborhood.
The small silver bowl was filled to overflowing and sat in the middle of the small table. It was surrounded by white candles and one large ceramic bowl in which a small bundle of sage was burning.
She stood over the table chanting and beckoning the vision to appear to her in the reflection below her.
It took awhile to clear her mind but when she did, she looked down into the bowl and saw the answer to her question.
"So I was right about you Richard" she said to the image of the dark haired man shining up at her. "That's too bad - I would have rather not had to destroy you."
End of chapter 12. Sorry this one is so short. The next one will be longer, I promise.
Scully walked slowly back up the street towards her house reflecting back on the past two hours she spent with Brian and Roger's wives - Linda and Wendy.
It had been very strange - to say the least.
At Wendy's invitation, the three women had gathered at her house for coffee and conversation. The coffee was fabulous and the conversation bizarre.
Wendy and Linda did very little but sing the praises of their husbands. Under normal circumstances Scully would have found it very charming, but these women were talking only about their husbands talents in bed.
If that wasn't bad enough, they strongly implied that they had both had incredibly good time with the other's husband as well.
After rattling off the talents of their husbands, Wendy and Linda then began to ask rather pointed questions about Mulder. Obviously if they were going to give their husbands to Scully to play with, they expected something in return.
Scully was torn between finding the entire situation repulsive or incredibly funny. It seemed more like something that would happen in a movie or in a novel than in real life.
The conversation made Scully realize what a fine line she and Mulder were treading. They were getting closer to flushing out the killer but they were also getting much closer to having their bluff called and ending up in a compromising position with one of their neighbors.
Scully knew she didn't really have a claim on Mulder, yet, but she wasn't much in the mood to share him either.
She was just turning into her driveway when she spotted Agnes coming back out to finish up her weeding.
"Good afternoon dear" Agnes said waving and walking over to Scully.
"Good afternoon Agnes, one of these days you really must explain to me how you keep your gardens so beautiful." Scully responded motioning to the endless colorful blooms that separated them.
"All it takes is love and dedication. Enough of that and anything will grow." Agnes was about to ask Scully about the tea she had made her but then she stopped.
Something was different about Scully, she was sure of it. She seemed to be sending out a different aura than she had before.
Agnes made a mental note of this before saying "Your husband is back from his morning outing and if I am not mistaken, he is a bit worse for wear. I have some wonderful cures for hangovers, if he needs one."
Scully frowned at this comment thinking to herself that Mulder barely drank at all and very rarely drank to access. It was impossible for him to be drunk, it wasn't even 2pm yet.
The two ladies parted company with Scully heading towards the house and Agnes towards her flowers.
Scully opened the door and immediately heard the sounds of ESPN blaring a little too loudly from the living room. She shut the door and headed into the room stopping abruptly at the site in front of her.
Mulder was sitting on the couch with his head back, mouth open holding a glass of orange juice, tilted in a most peculiar angle, fast asleep.
"Maybe Agnes was right" Scully said walking over to the TV and turning it off. She removed the glass of orange juice from Mulder's hand and gave him a little poke.
Nothing.
So she gave him a slightly bigger poke.
Still nothing.
Scully smiled despite herself and give him a good shake leaning over him and using both hands.
This finally got his attention and he slowly opened his eyes. He took a minute to focus on her and when he realized who she was, his face broke into an incredible smile.
"Hey Scully" he said talking slowly so he could be understood.
"Hey yourself. Mulder what happened?" Scully said sitting down next to him.
"Roger happened. God, Scully that man can drink. He managed to get five Bloody Marys into me and he had to have had at least two for everyone I had."
"Five. I am surprised you're not sick."
"Oh I was sick. Twice. Brushed my teeth though. see." he blew a breath on her "minty fresh."
"Lovely" Scully said noticing that his breath indeed wasn't too bad for a man who had been sick twice. "Why so many?"
"I think he was trying to loosen me up. To get me to agree to letting him have you."
"Have me?" Scully said thinking she wasn't sure if she wanted to know exactly what he meant by that.
"He wants to screw you Scully. Badly. Very badly. He wanted to know all about what you were like. He wanted to know if you were a fiery red head in bed."
"And what did you tell him?" Scully said trying to keep from blushing.
"I managed to skirt the issue pretty much. That wasn't the hard part."
"Then what was the hard part?" Scully said curious.
"It was really hard to keep my cover when he was pouring drink after drink after drink down me. But it was really, really hard for me not to punch him right in the nose."
"Why would you want to do that?" Scully said hoping she already knew the answer.
"Because he shouldn't be thinking about you that way. If I am not allowed to think about you that way, and I am your husband, then he shouldn't be able to do it either."
"You're not really my husband" Scully said quietly secretly pleased that Mulder felt the urge to defend her honor.
"I'm not? Oh. yeah. I know that, but I am your partner, aren't I? And no ones talks that way about you to me." Mulder said all the while poking Scully in the chest as if to emphasize his point.
Scully looked down at his poking finger and snagged it mid-poke. She smiled at him. "Thanks Mulder - I appreciate it. And just so you know, Roger's wife has got the hots for you big time."
"Yeah? Wendy, the one with the big boobs who likes to wear those low cut blouses?" Scully nodded. "Cool. She's hot."
Scully looked at him trying to remind herself that Mulder was still rather drunk and probably not totally responsible for what he was saying.
She was about to say something when Mulder continued. "But she is not as hot as you."
With that comment, he slowly let his head fall back onto the couch and promptly fell asleep again.
Scully thought about trying to wake him again but decided against it. She left him there to sleep off his Bloody Marys in peace and went over to her computer to complete her request for background checks on everyone in the neighborhood.
The small silver bowl was filled to overflowing and sat in the middle of the small table. It was surrounded by white candles and one large ceramic bowl in which a small bundle of sage was burning.
She stood over the table chanting and beckoning the vision to appear to her in the reflection below her.
It took awhile to clear her mind but when she did, she looked down into the bowl and saw the answer to her question.
"So I was right about you Richard" she said to the image of the dark haired man shining up at her. "That's too bad - I would have rather not had to destroy you."
End of chapter 12. Sorry this one is so short. The next one will be longer, I promise.