Title: Catching a Break
Disclaimer: I am poor. There can be no doubt about it. I am the poorest girl in the world. You can sue me if you want, but you won't get anything. I don't even have a college fund. These characters, settings, etc. are not mine. They belong to Chris Carter, 1013, and some other companies who do not need my money. I'm just borrowing these things for entertainment purposes.
Summary: Mulder and Scully just can't catch a break. Coming back from a small town in the middle of nowhere, they stop to rest a moment in a quiet town just off the interstate. Everything goes wrong and Mulder and Scully are once again in danger. Just another day... Completely shipper.
Author's Note: I would like to say that while I mean the standard no infringement policy, I would also like to add that I mean no infringement on my fellow writers. If you have a similar story, its probably better, so don't be mad. On with the show.
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Another case solved and another unending road trip. Why do aliens always have to visit the boondocks? Can't they stick to someplace nicer, like New York or San Francisco? They'd blend right in there.
I look over at Mulder. He is focused so intensely on the road, as if it would move if his eyes didn't hold it in place. We're in the desert. Aliens must like the desert. We're always out here. The road stretches out before in a straight line for miles. The quiet is so thick you could cut it with a knife and eat it on a sandwich.
Speaking of which, I am hungry. I notice a small town on the horizon. It is off a few miles yet but it is there, like and oasis in the Rub'al Kali. I am about to say something to my partner when a terrible sound erupts from the engine. We sputter to a stop and just sit there for a moment. Finally he speaks to me without looking away from the road a head of him.
"I think we overheated."
Plain and simple, with no more words needed, we exit the car and begin walking towards the town. We reach it within a few minutes and make straight for the auto repair shop.
A short, plump man is sitting behind the desk reading a magazine.
"Can I help you?" he asks looking up at us, immediately focusing on me. His face looks like a rat and Mulder doesn't seem to notice that this man is looking at me like I'm a juicy steak when he replies.
"Our car overheated and we need a tow truck."
"I'll have it ready by morning."
"We were hoping you could have it done a little faster than that." I capture his attention before he can return to his magazine, which I now have a good view of. It's of the adult genre. Pig. "We need to catch a flight." He's staring at my chest. I want to take out my gun and shoot him. Mulder has yet to notice.
"Sorry but I have the mechanic repairing the tow truck now. It won't be ready until tomorrow." His eyes wander over my body. My trigger finger is itching.
"Is there someplace to stay around here?" Mulder asks.
"There's a motel around the corner, but the lady is more that welcome to stay with me."
I'm furious but before I can act on it, Mulder puts his arm around my waist and pulls me close.
"I don't think that will be necessary." He looks at me and smiles. It is the first time he has looked at me all day and the first time he's smiled at me all week. I can't help but smile back. As we walk off, I see the rat faced man is scowling at Mulder. I grin more. Once we're out of sight he releases me but stays close.
"Thanks." I'm so quiet I almost whisper. He gives me a funny look.
"Anytime," he insists. "What are friends for?"
Oh, yeah. Friends. So why did that feel like so much more? Get over it, Dana. He's so focused on the Truth he'd never consider falling in love with you. Besides he likes those tall, leggy brunettes. We swiftly approach the motel and once we're inside he jumps away from me. There is one of those tall, leggy brunettes behind the desk. She takes one look at Mulder and drools. She takes one look at me and smirks. I'm not ever competition to her.
"Howdy!" she greets us, but continues staring at him. God, I think I'm going to be sick. "Welcome to the Comfort Ranch. How can I help you?"
"We'd like two rooms for the night." He smiles lazily at her. I've seen that smile before, with Bambi and others. He's flirting. I know my face betrays none of my inner turmoil, but I secretly hope he can see how disgusted with them I am.
"Two rooms?" she asks with false innocence.
"Yes please." He is still smiling. I could smack him.
"Rooms 23 and 24; here you go." She handed him the keys and flashed a million watt smile. I could knock out every one of those perfect teeth. I grab my key hastily, not even waiting for Mulder, who had moved to carry my bag. Snatching it out of his reach I am gone before he can open his mouth. Let them flirt, I don't give a damn.
An hour later, I'm lying on my back, blasting AC/DC (I'm a closet metal fan), and just zoning out when there's a knock at the adjoining door. It must be Mulder. I don't respond, childish but I don't care. He knocks louder. I still don't care. He can knock all he wants but wild horses couldn't drag me from this comfortable position. He's got a pizza. An apology. He doesn't even know what he's sorry for I bet. Come to think of it, why am I angry? Oh right, because he takes me for granted. Screw him. I'm staying here.
"Scully?"
I don't answer.
"Can I come in?"
Not moving if it's the last thing I do.
"I'll take that as a yes." He enters the room and set the pizza down on the table before sitting at the end of the bed on which I am spread. He looks at me for a moment. He's nervous I can tell. He's never seen me like this. I've never let him. I think he's scared of me. He should be. I'm pissed.
Disclaimer: I am poor. There can be no doubt about it. I am the poorest girl in the world. You can sue me if you want, but you won't get anything. I don't even have a college fund. These characters, settings, etc. are not mine. They belong to Chris Carter, 1013, and some other companies who do not need my money. I'm just borrowing these things for entertainment purposes.
Summary: Mulder and Scully just can't catch a break. Coming back from a small town in the middle of nowhere, they stop to rest a moment in a quiet town just off the interstate. Everything goes wrong and Mulder and Scully are once again in danger. Just another day... Completely shipper.
Author's Note: I would like to say that while I mean the standard no infringement policy, I would also like to add that I mean no infringement on my fellow writers. If you have a similar story, its probably better, so don't be mad. On with the show.
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Another case solved and another unending road trip. Why do aliens always have to visit the boondocks? Can't they stick to someplace nicer, like New York or San Francisco? They'd blend right in there.
I look over at Mulder. He is focused so intensely on the road, as if it would move if his eyes didn't hold it in place. We're in the desert. Aliens must like the desert. We're always out here. The road stretches out before in a straight line for miles. The quiet is so thick you could cut it with a knife and eat it on a sandwich.
Speaking of which, I am hungry. I notice a small town on the horizon. It is off a few miles yet but it is there, like and oasis in the Rub'al Kali. I am about to say something to my partner when a terrible sound erupts from the engine. We sputter to a stop and just sit there for a moment. Finally he speaks to me without looking away from the road a head of him.
"I think we overheated."
Plain and simple, with no more words needed, we exit the car and begin walking towards the town. We reach it within a few minutes and make straight for the auto repair shop.
A short, plump man is sitting behind the desk reading a magazine.
"Can I help you?" he asks looking up at us, immediately focusing on me. His face looks like a rat and Mulder doesn't seem to notice that this man is looking at me like I'm a juicy steak when he replies.
"Our car overheated and we need a tow truck."
"I'll have it ready by morning."
"We were hoping you could have it done a little faster than that." I capture his attention before he can return to his magazine, which I now have a good view of. It's of the adult genre. Pig. "We need to catch a flight." He's staring at my chest. I want to take out my gun and shoot him. Mulder has yet to notice.
"Sorry but I have the mechanic repairing the tow truck now. It won't be ready until tomorrow." His eyes wander over my body. My trigger finger is itching.
"Is there someplace to stay around here?" Mulder asks.
"There's a motel around the corner, but the lady is more that welcome to stay with me."
I'm furious but before I can act on it, Mulder puts his arm around my waist and pulls me close.
"I don't think that will be necessary." He looks at me and smiles. It is the first time he has looked at me all day and the first time he's smiled at me all week. I can't help but smile back. As we walk off, I see the rat faced man is scowling at Mulder. I grin more. Once we're out of sight he releases me but stays close.
"Thanks." I'm so quiet I almost whisper. He gives me a funny look.
"Anytime," he insists. "What are friends for?"
Oh, yeah. Friends. So why did that feel like so much more? Get over it, Dana. He's so focused on the Truth he'd never consider falling in love with you. Besides he likes those tall, leggy brunettes. We swiftly approach the motel and once we're inside he jumps away from me. There is one of those tall, leggy brunettes behind the desk. She takes one look at Mulder and drools. She takes one look at me and smirks. I'm not ever competition to her.
"Howdy!" she greets us, but continues staring at him. God, I think I'm going to be sick. "Welcome to the Comfort Ranch. How can I help you?"
"We'd like two rooms for the night." He smiles lazily at her. I've seen that smile before, with Bambi and others. He's flirting. I know my face betrays none of my inner turmoil, but I secretly hope he can see how disgusted with them I am.
"Two rooms?" she asks with false innocence.
"Yes please." He is still smiling. I could smack him.
"Rooms 23 and 24; here you go." She handed him the keys and flashed a million watt smile. I could knock out every one of those perfect teeth. I grab my key hastily, not even waiting for Mulder, who had moved to carry my bag. Snatching it out of his reach I am gone before he can open his mouth. Let them flirt, I don't give a damn.
An hour later, I'm lying on my back, blasting AC/DC (I'm a closet metal fan), and just zoning out when there's a knock at the adjoining door. It must be Mulder. I don't respond, childish but I don't care. He knocks louder. I still don't care. He can knock all he wants but wild horses couldn't drag me from this comfortable position. He's got a pizza. An apology. He doesn't even know what he's sorry for I bet. Come to think of it, why am I angry? Oh right, because he takes me for granted. Screw him. I'm staying here.
"Scully?"
I don't answer.
"Can I come in?"
Not moving if it's the last thing I do.
"I'll take that as a yes." He enters the room and set the pizza down on the table before sitting at the end of the bed on which I am spread. He looks at me for a moment. He's nervous I can tell. He's never seen me like this. I've never let him. I think he's scared of me. He should be. I'm pissed.