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 have the power!!!! I can make this story go anyway I want. Lucky for you people I want what you want. Thank you for your encouragement and suggestions. On with the show.
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A million thoughts went through my head at once. Go. Stay. What about your job? What about your family? What about Mulder? You can't leave him, even if he's not interested in you. I let out the breath I'd been holding.
"I can't.I have commitments." I was sad and happy at the same time: Sad that I may have just kissed away my only chance at a normal life; happy that the logical side of me was still intact and keeping me from doing anything rash.
"Oh. I see." he says, sadness echoes in his voice.
"Come with me." Okay, maybe my rational side isn't as intact as I thought. The idea slipped out before I even had time to process it.
"I can't do that Dana. I don't have enough money."
I sat down in a chair. Things shouldn't have to be this hard. It's not fair. I should be able to be happy.
"Then I guess this just isn't meant to be." I say so softly I don't think he heard, but I guess he did.
"I guess it isn't." He parrots. He must feel the same as me but there really isn't much we can do.
"I'd better go." I get up to leave but he holds my arm to keep me from going.
"Please just stay a little longer."
"I don't know if that's such a good idea." It will be too painful tomorrow. This could be my last chance at love, at a normal life, at any life. Giving this up means I'll spend the rest of my career pining over Mulder and slaving away at a thankless job. "Goodbye Rick."
He stands next to me and leans down to kiss me. It's beautiful. I could love him, maybe. But even after all this, I'm still in love with Mulder.
"Never say that Dana. You never know when we might meet again."
I walk towards the door and turn to gaze at him once more. He doesn't look sad. It is as if he knows we will be together again. It's a look of determination.
I drive back to the hotel. I'm trying to be quiet as I enter because I think Mulder is asleep. All the lights are out and it's quiet. I have no such luck.
"Where have you been? I was worried." His voice comes out of the dark like a ghost and I jump a little. Worried my ass. You were just scared I wouldn't come back to share in your delusions.
"It's not really any of your business. Besides, I didn't think you'd notice I was still out. Weren't you busy with what's her name?"
"I invited her to watch a movie, not spend the night."
"I really don't care. I'm tired and upset so if you can save the lecture for tomorrow that would be great. Now please leave me alone." I slammed the connecting door in his face. Then I sunk to the floor and cried. I knew he could probably hear me so I moved to the bathroom and locked the door. I hate myself. How could I let things get to be like this? I was so in love with Mulder that I couldn't even have a relationship with another man. I had no life because of the strange overcast that has shadowed me and my reputation ever since I became "Mrs. Spooky". I cleaned myself up and fell asleep on the bed, still in my clothes.
In the morning, Mulder seemed to have gained a few brain cells and didn't talk to me. We checked out, more smiling goofily ensued but I was too worried about running into Rick at the garage that I didn't care. I think this bothered Mulder because the smiling stopped abruptly, much to the disappointment of Loretta.
"I have to stop in the bank. You should go ahead to the car shop."
"Actually, I have some stuff to take care of too, so I'll come with you."
I'm a bit peeved by his presence but I revel in the fact he doesn't want to leave me. He's like a puppy dog; a slightly annoying, but never the less cute puppy dog. I'm becoming less angry with him by the minute. In truth, I've already forgiven him, but I keep up the charade so he doesn't catch on to my feeling. I suspect he may already know. I wouldn't be surprised. Sometimes it's like he can read my mind.
The bank is pretty empty. There's one teller, the president, a business like man, and a young, pregnant woman. This shouldn't take too long. Soon Mulder and I will fall back into the routine of comfortable silence and communicative stares.
"Have a good night?" He asks slyly. I can hear the implication of his tone.
"Not at all, and I don't want to talk about it -ever." I glare at him. He looks both pleased and concerned.
"I wouldn't say that Scully. Sometimes even the best of us eat our words."
"It'll be a cold day in hell Mulder."
"According to Dante, hell is actually made of ice in its inner most levels."
"You know what I meant Mulder. Don't push your luck.
He smiled. I love his smile. It makes me feel silly and goofy, which are two things Dana Scully is not. Maybe my affection for Rick was really just misplaced love for Mulder. Now that I think about it, they're kind of the same: Both trying desperately to achieve a seemingly impossible goal.
"Everybody freeze!" an angry voice shouted. "This is a stick up!"
This guy had obviously watched too many gangster movies; "stick up"? Please, give me a break. This trip had just about escalated to the worst trip ever and of course something had to come in and make it worse. I turned to face the voice and was surprised to see a furious and armed Rick. Oh my God! Is there something that attracts me to psychopaths or what?
"Dana?" he is obviously surprised to see me. "I thought you'd left already. To bad you didn't. I wish you didn't have to be here for this."
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Author's Note: It's always got to be a psychopath with Scully. At least this one isn't a mutant. Go ahead. You know you want to review.
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 have the power!!!! I can make this story go anyway I want. Lucky for you people I want what you want. Thank you for your encouragement and suggestions. On with the show.
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A million thoughts went through my head at once. Go. Stay. What about your job? What about your family? What about Mulder? You can't leave him, even if he's not interested in you. I let out the breath I'd been holding.
"I can't.I have commitments." I was sad and happy at the same time: Sad that I may have just kissed away my only chance at a normal life; happy that the logical side of me was still intact and keeping me from doing anything rash.
"Oh. I see." he says, sadness echoes in his voice.
"Come with me." Okay, maybe my rational side isn't as intact as I thought. The idea slipped out before I even had time to process it.
"I can't do that Dana. I don't have enough money."
I sat down in a chair. Things shouldn't have to be this hard. It's not fair. I should be able to be happy.
"Then I guess this just isn't meant to be." I say so softly I don't think he heard, but I guess he did.
"I guess it isn't." He parrots. He must feel the same as me but there really isn't much we can do.
"I'd better go." I get up to leave but he holds my arm to keep me from going.
"Please just stay a little longer."
"I don't know if that's such a good idea." It will be too painful tomorrow. This could be my last chance at love, at a normal life, at any life. Giving this up means I'll spend the rest of my career pining over Mulder and slaving away at a thankless job. "Goodbye Rick."
He stands next to me and leans down to kiss me. It's beautiful. I could love him, maybe. But even after all this, I'm still in love with Mulder.
"Never say that Dana. You never know when we might meet again."
I walk towards the door and turn to gaze at him once more. He doesn't look sad. It is as if he knows we will be together again. It's a look of determination.
I drive back to the hotel. I'm trying to be quiet as I enter because I think Mulder is asleep. All the lights are out and it's quiet. I have no such luck.
"Where have you been? I was worried." His voice comes out of the dark like a ghost and I jump a little. Worried my ass. You were just scared I wouldn't come back to share in your delusions.
"It's not really any of your business. Besides, I didn't think you'd notice I was still out. Weren't you busy with what's her name?"
"I invited her to watch a movie, not spend the night."
"I really don't care. I'm tired and upset so if you can save the lecture for tomorrow that would be great. Now please leave me alone." I slammed the connecting door in his face. Then I sunk to the floor and cried. I knew he could probably hear me so I moved to the bathroom and locked the door. I hate myself. How could I let things get to be like this? I was so in love with Mulder that I couldn't even have a relationship with another man. I had no life because of the strange overcast that has shadowed me and my reputation ever since I became "Mrs. Spooky". I cleaned myself up and fell asleep on the bed, still in my clothes.
In the morning, Mulder seemed to have gained a few brain cells and didn't talk to me. We checked out, more smiling goofily ensued but I was too worried about running into Rick at the garage that I didn't care. I think this bothered Mulder because the smiling stopped abruptly, much to the disappointment of Loretta.
"I have to stop in the bank. You should go ahead to the car shop."
"Actually, I have some stuff to take care of too, so I'll come with you."
I'm a bit peeved by his presence but I revel in the fact he doesn't want to leave me. He's like a puppy dog; a slightly annoying, but never the less cute puppy dog. I'm becoming less angry with him by the minute. In truth, I've already forgiven him, but I keep up the charade so he doesn't catch on to my feeling. I suspect he may already know. I wouldn't be surprised. Sometimes it's like he can read my mind.
The bank is pretty empty. There's one teller, the president, a business like man, and a young, pregnant woman. This shouldn't take too long. Soon Mulder and I will fall back into the routine of comfortable silence and communicative stares.
"Have a good night?" He asks slyly. I can hear the implication of his tone.
"Not at all, and I don't want to talk about it -ever." I glare at him. He looks both pleased and concerned.
"I wouldn't say that Scully. Sometimes even the best of us eat our words."
"It'll be a cold day in hell Mulder."
"According to Dante, hell is actually made of ice in its inner most levels."
"You know what I meant Mulder. Don't push your luck.
He smiled. I love his smile. It makes me feel silly and goofy, which are two things Dana Scully is not. Maybe my affection for Rick was really just misplaced love for Mulder. Now that I think about it, they're kind of the same: Both trying desperately to achieve a seemingly impossible goal.
"Everybody freeze!" an angry voice shouted. "This is a stick up!"
This guy had obviously watched too many gangster movies; "stick up"? Please, give me a break. This trip had just about escalated to the worst trip ever and of course something had to come in and make it worse. I turned to face the voice and was surprised to see a furious and armed Rick. Oh my God! Is there something that attracts me to psychopaths or what?
"Dana?" he is obviously surprised to see me. "I thought you'd left already. To bad you didn't. I wish you didn't have to be here for this."
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Author's Note: It's always got to be a psychopath with Scully. At least this one isn't a mutant. Go ahead. You know you want to review.