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: Dear God, thank you for the good reviews and for sending those who do not like it to hell. Thanks for the reviews. He, he, I'm a new writer so thanks for your help and support. I used to review under Beca but now I'm Fae_de_Luna should anyone care. Leave me a note. Thanks again.
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"Are you okay?" Mulder asks with genuine concern in his voice. Damn him for caring so much.
I still don't say anything, mainly because I don't know what to say. I'm not okay, but if I say so, he'll want to talk. I'm not much into talking at the moment. I'm too busy being mad at myself for falling in love with my oblivious partner.
"Come on Scully. Talk to me."
"I have nothing to say." I answer so softly it sounds like something I say everyday. I turn the music up just a little louder as one of my favorite songs comes on. "Highway to Hell", how fitting.
"Interesting choice of music. I never pegged you for a metal fan."
I never pegged you for a moron. He just isn't getting the point that I don't want to talk. I sit up and pull on my sneakers. I take my weapon off the nightstand and leave the room with him close on my tail. He follows me around to the back of the hotel where the desert meets the town. I see some cans lined up on a fence a good distance off.
"Let me in Dana. Tell me what's wrong." He used my first name. He's trying so hard to get through the walls I've put up. But these walls don't crumble easy.
The fact that he's trying so hard pisses me off me off more. Five years. Five miserable years I've stuck with this man through thick and thin, but the moment there's a pretty woman in sight he ditches me.
"I'm angry Mulder." I finally speak to him as I take aim at the first can. "I'm furious with you. Tomorrow I was supposed to take my nephew to the zoo. Instead I'm stuck here." I hit the first can off the fence. "Stuck here after wasting another weekend chasing phantom aliens with you." Another can bites the dust. "And to top it all off, the phantoms are just someone's practical joke and I lost my favorite pair of earrings to some old hag in return for showing us a mutated potato she thought was an alien embryo, all because you begged me to." Two more cans hit the floor. I turn and face him. "Happy?"
He looks hurt, but I don't care. I'm so mad I could shoot him. I know I have two bullets left in my gun. Murder/suicide? No, I'm not that far gone..yet.
"I'm-" he starts to apologize, but I cut him off.
"Don't say it. I don't want to hear whatever apology you've got because in the end it's always the same. I'm sick of it."
I walk away. There's no place to walk. This town is smaller than the Hoover building. I see a bar. A few shots of tequila would be nice. Besides, I'm off duty. I walk in and sit at the bar. Its low, I notice. My feet actually touch the ground. Then I see a picture over the bar. It's old. In it, a man about my height is standing in front the bar.
"I see you've met old John." A voice startles me. An attractive man: blue eyes, blond hair, rugged look; comes over to me from the other side of the bar. Must be the barkeep. "My great-uncle. Hi, I'm Rick."
"He was a very smart man, Rick."
"Well, he had to make the bar shorter otherwise he couldn't serve the drinks. You must be passing through. What can I get you?"
"The last week to do over and a shot of tequila," I answer with a grin.
"Bad week?"
"Bad last five years, but especially bad week."
"What a pity. Pretty woman such as your self should be enjoying the prime years of her life, not regretting them." I blush slightly at his comment, so not like me; must be the tequila already. Usually I have such a high tolerance.
"How did you know I was passing through? How do you know I haven't moved here?"
"First of all, no beautiful woman moves out to the middle of nowhere. Secondly, I could never get that lucky."
"Are you always such a sweet talker?"
"Well it's not everyday a beautiful woman walks into my bar. So, where are you from and what brings you to this little corner of the world?" He is flirting with me. So go ahead and flirt back it's not like you're married to Mulder. If he can flirt so can you! Oh God, I'm schizophrenic, but what the hell?
"I'm from DC passing through on business."
"And what business is it that brings you here to me?"
"Government business; the FBI."
"That must be a challenging job."
"With Mulder, everything is a challenge."
"Must be the man you were with at the garage."
"How do you know I was there?"
"I'm also the mechanic there. I got your truck and I should have it done by morning. You melted some parts; the desert can do that."
"Well, one good thing has come out of this sojourn."
"What's that?"
I smile. He's so hot. I like him.
"I got to meet you." I pay my bill and start to walk out; then he catches my arm.
"What's your name?"
"It's Dana."
"Well Dana, I close up soon and I was wondering if maybe I could come see you."
"I think I'd like that very much." I flash him my best smile and walk back to my hotel room on cloud nine.
Author's Note: I know it doesn't seem like it now, but it will be Mulder/Scully soon. Anyway, go ahead and flame if you want, I'm flame retardant. If you're bored and have nothing to do, visit me at LiveJournal.com under my pen name. ~Beca
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: Dear God, thank you for the good reviews and for sending those who do not like it to hell. Thanks for the reviews. He, he, I'm a new writer so thanks for your help and support. I used to review under Beca but now I'm Fae_de_Luna should anyone care. Leave me a note. Thanks again.
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"Are you okay?" Mulder asks with genuine concern in his voice. Damn him for caring so much.
I still don't say anything, mainly because I don't know what to say. I'm not okay, but if I say so, he'll want to talk. I'm not much into talking at the moment. I'm too busy being mad at myself for falling in love with my oblivious partner.
"Come on Scully. Talk to me."
"I have nothing to say." I answer so softly it sounds like something I say everyday. I turn the music up just a little louder as one of my favorite songs comes on. "Highway to Hell", how fitting.
"Interesting choice of music. I never pegged you for a metal fan."
I never pegged you for a moron. He just isn't getting the point that I don't want to talk. I sit up and pull on my sneakers. I take my weapon off the nightstand and leave the room with him close on my tail. He follows me around to the back of the hotel where the desert meets the town. I see some cans lined up on a fence a good distance off.
"Let me in Dana. Tell me what's wrong." He used my first name. He's trying so hard to get through the walls I've put up. But these walls don't crumble easy.
The fact that he's trying so hard pisses me off me off more. Five years. Five miserable years I've stuck with this man through thick and thin, but the moment there's a pretty woman in sight he ditches me.
"I'm angry Mulder." I finally speak to him as I take aim at the first can. "I'm furious with you. Tomorrow I was supposed to take my nephew to the zoo. Instead I'm stuck here." I hit the first can off the fence. "Stuck here after wasting another weekend chasing phantom aliens with you." Another can bites the dust. "And to top it all off, the phantoms are just someone's practical joke and I lost my favorite pair of earrings to some old hag in return for showing us a mutated potato she thought was an alien embryo, all because you begged me to." Two more cans hit the floor. I turn and face him. "Happy?"
He looks hurt, but I don't care. I'm so mad I could shoot him. I know I have two bullets left in my gun. Murder/suicide? No, I'm not that far gone..yet.
"I'm-" he starts to apologize, but I cut him off.
"Don't say it. I don't want to hear whatever apology you've got because in the end it's always the same. I'm sick of it."
I walk away. There's no place to walk. This town is smaller than the Hoover building. I see a bar. A few shots of tequila would be nice. Besides, I'm off duty. I walk in and sit at the bar. Its low, I notice. My feet actually touch the ground. Then I see a picture over the bar. It's old. In it, a man about my height is standing in front the bar.
"I see you've met old John." A voice startles me. An attractive man: blue eyes, blond hair, rugged look; comes over to me from the other side of the bar. Must be the barkeep. "My great-uncle. Hi, I'm Rick."
"He was a very smart man, Rick."
"Well, he had to make the bar shorter otherwise he couldn't serve the drinks. You must be passing through. What can I get you?"
"The last week to do over and a shot of tequila," I answer with a grin.
"Bad week?"
"Bad last five years, but especially bad week."
"What a pity. Pretty woman such as your self should be enjoying the prime years of her life, not regretting them." I blush slightly at his comment, so not like me; must be the tequila already. Usually I have such a high tolerance.
"How did you know I was passing through? How do you know I haven't moved here?"
"First of all, no beautiful woman moves out to the middle of nowhere. Secondly, I could never get that lucky."
"Are you always such a sweet talker?"
"Well it's not everyday a beautiful woman walks into my bar. So, where are you from and what brings you to this little corner of the world?" He is flirting with me. So go ahead and flirt back it's not like you're married to Mulder. If he can flirt so can you! Oh God, I'm schizophrenic, but what the hell?
"I'm from DC passing through on business."
"And what business is it that brings you here to me?"
"Government business; the FBI."
"That must be a challenging job."
"With Mulder, everything is a challenge."
"Must be the man you were with at the garage."
"How do you know I was there?"
"I'm also the mechanic there. I got your truck and I should have it done by morning. You melted some parts; the desert can do that."
"Well, one good thing has come out of this sojourn."
"What's that?"
I smile. He's so hot. I like him.
"I got to meet you." I pay my bill and start to walk out; then he catches my arm.
"What's your name?"
"It's Dana."
"Well Dana, I close up soon and I was wondering if maybe I could come see you."
"I think I'd like that very much." I flash him my best smile and walk back to my hotel room on cloud nine.
Author's Note: I know it doesn't seem like it now, but it will be Mulder/Scully soon. Anyway, go ahead and flame if you want, I'm flame retardant. If you're bored and have nothing to do, visit me at LiveJournal.com under my pen name. ~Beca