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: You guys got lucky. I thought I wouldn't be able to update until the weekend, but by some miracle I didn't get any homework today. So here I am. Thanks for the reviews. I feel motivated.
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Just about an hour later, I'm getting ready to meet Rick, and Mulder walks into the room.
"Hey, you look nice. Going out?" he asks softly. I see he's still a little hurt. For a moment, I feel regret and consider apologizing. Suddenly, I see Miss Brunette and Leggy stick her head in through the adjoining door.
"Are you coming Fox? The movie is about to start."
Forgetting any of the afore mentioned regret, I smile through my anger and reply to his question.
"Yeah. Got a hot date."
Is that jealousy I see flash across his face? I'm having a hard time deciding whether this makes me happy or angrier. I'm glad he's jealous, but what right does he have when he's never made a move (aside from a crude innuendo here and there) and has that bimbo sitting in his room. Definitely more upset. Finally there is a knock at the door. Rick, come to rescue me before I do something I could regret later. I answer the door. He's even hotter in the daylight as opposed to the dimly lit bar.
Rick looks a little uncomfortable seeing Mulder in my room; finally, someone who deserves to be jealous. I grab my hand bag and take one more look at Mulder. He's got shock and jealousy all over his face. I would laugh if I weren't so mad at him.
"I'll see you later Mulder." I'm smiling as the urge to laugh at him is welling up inside. Then I add cruelly, "You'd better get back to your date."
I feel better once Rick and I are outside. We walk around the town and he takes me to a nice diner to eat. We talk and I'm so relieved that it's not about Mexican goat killing monsters or the latest pattern of crop circles. It's normal conversation. I can't remember the last time I had that. After giving him a brief synopsis of my life (excluding exactly what I do with the FBI), I ask about his life.
"There's really not much to tell. I was born here, grew up here, and have no chance of leaving here."
"Why not?" I ask. He takes my hands in his.
"I always wanted to go to New York and start my own five-star restaurant, I'm a good cook, but I'm too scared I wouldn't make it so I've never left."
I don't know what to say. I feel so bad for him. I look at the clock, it's almost midnight and the diner is closing, but I'm having such a good time I don't want the night to end. Then I'm struck with an idea. Brilliant Dana!
"Would you cook for me?"
"I don't know. It's getting kind of late and I don't want your partner to put me on America's most wanted." He's so sweet. I can tell he doesn't want me to leave, but he's nervous about Mulder.
"No, it's okay. He's probably so busy with whatever her name is he won't notice I'm gone." I smile at him, one of my rare flirty smiles.
"Her name is Loretta."
"I really don't care. I just want to stay with you as long as I can." I mean it. I can't be bothered with him if Mulder doesn't return my feelings.
"Are you sure? I mean you've got a long trip tomorrow."
"I'll sleep then. Please just let me stay a little longer."
"Alright." He grins at me lopsided and takes my hand. We go back to the bar, which he lives above. The apartment is small and in desperate need a woman's touch, but nowhere near as messy as Mulder's. We sit together in the kitchen. He really is a great cook. He feeds me all sorts of pastries and pastas. You're going to pay for all these calories later, Dana. I really don't care. I'll spend a little extra time in the gym, so what? The food alone is worth it; the man makes it even better.
"So what is this called?" I'm eating this black pudding. It tastes great.
"You won't like it if I tell you."
"Please!" I beg with a laugh in my voice. It's just about three in the morning.
"It's blood pudding." My mind immediately jumps to vampires, but he continues. "It's an old recipe from Spain with pig's blood. It's a little out there, but doesn't it taste great?"
"It's amazing."
"You're amazing." I blush. He's so..wonderful. He is leaning in. He's going to kiss me! So, don't you want him to? Of course I want him to kiss me. So what are you waiting for?
I lean in and am about to meet him half way, when the phone rings. I know who it is. Damn you Mulder go back to Loretta or something. Rick and I laugh nervously.
"Hold that thought." I tell him as I break away to search for the ringing nuisance. After I dig it out of my hand bag, I hit the call cancel button and turn it off. Then I turn back to Rick, before I can even get my body facing the right way, he's kissing me. I react quickly by throwing my arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. It seems to last forever, but finally we break away, both gasping for air. I'm dizzy. Now is it from lack of oxygen, or that kiss?
"You really are amazing." He is smiling like a fool but I can tell I have a smile to match.
"You're not so bad yourself."
Everything is quite for a moment. Perfect. Everything is perfect. There are no monsters or aliens to ruin the moment. Then he asks me a question I wasn't expecting to hear.
"Will you stay with me? Forever?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And now, the eternal question as posed by the Clash: Should she stay or should she go? Give me your thoughts. And please don't be mad. It will become shipper very soon.
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: You guys got lucky. I thought I wouldn't be able to update until the weekend, but by some miracle I didn't get any homework today. So here I am. Thanks for the reviews. I feel motivated.
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Just about an hour later, I'm getting ready to meet Rick, and Mulder walks into the room.
"Hey, you look nice. Going out?" he asks softly. I see he's still a little hurt. For a moment, I feel regret and consider apologizing. Suddenly, I see Miss Brunette and Leggy stick her head in through the adjoining door.
"Are you coming Fox? The movie is about to start."
Forgetting any of the afore mentioned regret, I smile through my anger and reply to his question.
"Yeah. Got a hot date."
Is that jealousy I see flash across his face? I'm having a hard time deciding whether this makes me happy or angrier. I'm glad he's jealous, but what right does he have when he's never made a move (aside from a crude innuendo here and there) and has that bimbo sitting in his room. Definitely more upset. Finally there is a knock at the door. Rick, come to rescue me before I do something I could regret later. I answer the door. He's even hotter in the daylight as opposed to the dimly lit bar.
Rick looks a little uncomfortable seeing Mulder in my room; finally, someone who deserves to be jealous. I grab my hand bag and take one more look at Mulder. He's got shock and jealousy all over his face. I would laugh if I weren't so mad at him.
"I'll see you later Mulder." I'm smiling as the urge to laugh at him is welling up inside. Then I add cruelly, "You'd better get back to your date."
I feel better once Rick and I are outside. We walk around the town and he takes me to a nice diner to eat. We talk and I'm so relieved that it's not about Mexican goat killing monsters or the latest pattern of crop circles. It's normal conversation. I can't remember the last time I had that. After giving him a brief synopsis of my life (excluding exactly what I do with the FBI), I ask about his life.
"There's really not much to tell. I was born here, grew up here, and have no chance of leaving here."
"Why not?" I ask. He takes my hands in his.
"I always wanted to go to New York and start my own five-star restaurant, I'm a good cook, but I'm too scared I wouldn't make it so I've never left."
I don't know what to say. I feel so bad for him. I look at the clock, it's almost midnight and the diner is closing, but I'm having such a good time I don't want the night to end. Then I'm struck with an idea. Brilliant Dana!
"Would you cook for me?"
"I don't know. It's getting kind of late and I don't want your partner to put me on America's most wanted." He's so sweet. I can tell he doesn't want me to leave, but he's nervous about Mulder.
"No, it's okay. He's probably so busy with whatever her name is he won't notice I'm gone." I smile at him, one of my rare flirty smiles.
"Her name is Loretta."
"I really don't care. I just want to stay with you as long as I can." I mean it. I can't be bothered with him if Mulder doesn't return my feelings.
"Are you sure? I mean you've got a long trip tomorrow."
"I'll sleep then. Please just let me stay a little longer."
"Alright." He grins at me lopsided and takes my hand. We go back to the bar, which he lives above. The apartment is small and in desperate need a woman's touch, but nowhere near as messy as Mulder's. We sit together in the kitchen. He really is a great cook. He feeds me all sorts of pastries and pastas. You're going to pay for all these calories later, Dana. I really don't care. I'll spend a little extra time in the gym, so what? The food alone is worth it; the man makes it even better.
"So what is this called?" I'm eating this black pudding. It tastes great.
"You won't like it if I tell you."
"Please!" I beg with a laugh in my voice. It's just about three in the morning.
"It's blood pudding." My mind immediately jumps to vampires, but he continues. "It's an old recipe from Spain with pig's blood. It's a little out there, but doesn't it taste great?"
"It's amazing."
"You're amazing." I blush. He's so..wonderful. He is leaning in. He's going to kiss me! So, don't you want him to? Of course I want him to kiss me. So what are you waiting for?
I lean in and am about to meet him half way, when the phone rings. I know who it is. Damn you Mulder go back to Loretta or something. Rick and I laugh nervously.
"Hold that thought." I tell him as I break away to search for the ringing nuisance. After I dig it out of my hand bag, I hit the call cancel button and turn it off. Then I turn back to Rick, before I can even get my body facing the right way, he's kissing me. I react quickly by throwing my arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. It seems to last forever, but finally we break away, both gasping for air. I'm dizzy. Now is it from lack of oxygen, or that kiss?
"You really are amazing." He is smiling like a fool but I can tell I have a smile to match.
"You're not so bad yourself."
Everything is quite for a moment. Perfect. Everything is perfect. There are no monsters or aliens to ruin the moment. Then he asks me a question I wasn't expecting to hear.
"Will you stay with me? Forever?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And now, the eternal question as posed by the Clash: Should she stay or should she go? Give me your thoughts. And please don't be mad. It will become shipper very soon.