"When I kissed you last night, in my own backyard, you ran so fast and you
fought so hard, you must be crazy for me."
-From "Must Be Crazy for me" by Melissa Etheridge
"Hold still or I'll accidentally cut your ear off!" Doggett pushed Reyes back down in the chair for the hundredth time. The two had locked themselves in the "family" bathroom at a nearby rest stop (the one that no one ever uses that is designed for parents and their children or people traveling with a handicap person who needs assistance.)
"I just want to see what you're doing to me." She strained once again to see in the bathroom mirror. Her once long, dark brown hair would soon come to just below her ears. He cut carefully around the bandage on her head. In a plastic bag on the floor behind them were two pairs of sunglasses, a variety of bandannas, and three different colors of hair dye. Reyes would soon be a beautiful blond with light brown highlights (Doggett's idea.) She would get her revenge, though. Reyes planned on dying his hair and eyebrows red, and shaving the back of his head.
When it was all over, they both looked much younger. Reyes was rather impressed. Doggett had even styled her hair so that it nearly covered the hideous bandage completely.
Reyes then covered her hair in a bandanna and walked across the street to a small motel. Doggett stayed behind because they had decided that the police would be looking for a man and a woman together. Sitting on a bench outside reading a newspaper, he glanced at her over the top of the paper, watching the way she walked. He shook his head and blinked when he realized that he was staring at her rear. He was trying very hard not to think of her that way, but it wasn't working. He knew that starting a sexual relationship with her would be a mistake...if she were to get pregnant they'd be in a whole lot of trouble. But he wanted to be with her...to hold her, protect her, kiss her...everything else could wait. Or at least that's what he would keep telling himself.
Reyes could feel Doggett's eyes on her; he saw which room she walked into and would join her once darkness fell. The room was small, with one bed, a dresser with a TV on top, and a table with two chairs pushed against a wall. She went into the adjoining bathroom and undressed. She washed out her clothes in the sink and hung them over the curtain rod. Then she filled the tub with water and an entire bottle of the complimentary shampoo and enjoyed what was the closest she could come to a bubble bath. The radio was on in the other room and the dull, heavy music lulled her to sleep.
***It was a four-day hike to La Paz, Bolivia's capital city. The only other option was a charter plane, but that was too much of a risk. So Mulder and Scully took the foot trail. They had always known that it might come to this, and they were prepared. Or so they thought. But their first night, curled together on top of a blanket inside a steaming hot pup tent, Scully was beginning to wonder if they should've risked taking the plane. Every muscle in her body hurt. They had enough food to last the whole way, but it had to be rationed strictly and her stomach was growling. Fortunately, the entire path followed a river whose water needed only to be filtered.
Scully was lying on her stomach, with Mulder straddling her hips attempting to massage some of the pain out of her stiff muscles. He had strong hands, and it felt good. So good that she was starting to fall asleep.
"Okay, my turn!" Mulder slid off of her and plopped face down expectantly. His enthusiasm annoyed her. Reluctantly, she pulled herself up and started doing her best to return the favor.
Neither of them really felt like talking, but they needed to decide what to do next. They were running out of money fast, and neither of them could forget that ominous note they had received.
"You know," Mulder began, "You probably would have no trouble getting a job on the street in downtown La Paz. I'm sure none of the Johns...or do they call them Joses here?...would mind that you can't speak Spanish to save your life." He winced as she smacked him firmly across the back of his head.
"Careful, you. Remember, I've got you pinned. All we need to do is find some place we can stay long enough to get a letter to Skinner and receive a reply. He'll have some idea of what to do next."
"Hmn. Maybe I can't see you in a brothel. What about a strip club?" (Another smack.) "Oh come on. I'd be there watching out for you."
"Watching out for me or just plain watching me?"
"Ill have to get back to you on that."
-From "Must Be Crazy for me" by Melissa Etheridge
"Hold still or I'll accidentally cut your ear off!" Doggett pushed Reyes back down in the chair for the hundredth time. The two had locked themselves in the "family" bathroom at a nearby rest stop (the one that no one ever uses that is designed for parents and their children or people traveling with a handicap person who needs assistance.)
"I just want to see what you're doing to me." She strained once again to see in the bathroom mirror. Her once long, dark brown hair would soon come to just below her ears. He cut carefully around the bandage on her head. In a plastic bag on the floor behind them were two pairs of sunglasses, a variety of bandannas, and three different colors of hair dye. Reyes would soon be a beautiful blond with light brown highlights (Doggett's idea.) She would get her revenge, though. Reyes planned on dying his hair and eyebrows red, and shaving the back of his head.
When it was all over, they both looked much younger. Reyes was rather impressed. Doggett had even styled her hair so that it nearly covered the hideous bandage completely.
Reyes then covered her hair in a bandanna and walked across the street to a small motel. Doggett stayed behind because they had decided that the police would be looking for a man and a woman together. Sitting on a bench outside reading a newspaper, he glanced at her over the top of the paper, watching the way she walked. He shook his head and blinked when he realized that he was staring at her rear. He was trying very hard not to think of her that way, but it wasn't working. He knew that starting a sexual relationship with her would be a mistake...if she were to get pregnant they'd be in a whole lot of trouble. But he wanted to be with her...to hold her, protect her, kiss her...everything else could wait. Or at least that's what he would keep telling himself.
Reyes could feel Doggett's eyes on her; he saw which room she walked into and would join her once darkness fell. The room was small, with one bed, a dresser with a TV on top, and a table with two chairs pushed against a wall. She went into the adjoining bathroom and undressed. She washed out her clothes in the sink and hung them over the curtain rod. Then she filled the tub with water and an entire bottle of the complimentary shampoo and enjoyed what was the closest she could come to a bubble bath. The radio was on in the other room and the dull, heavy music lulled her to sleep.
***It was a four-day hike to La Paz, Bolivia's capital city. The only other option was a charter plane, but that was too much of a risk. So Mulder and Scully took the foot trail. They had always known that it might come to this, and they were prepared. Or so they thought. But their first night, curled together on top of a blanket inside a steaming hot pup tent, Scully was beginning to wonder if they should've risked taking the plane. Every muscle in her body hurt. They had enough food to last the whole way, but it had to be rationed strictly and her stomach was growling. Fortunately, the entire path followed a river whose water needed only to be filtered.
Scully was lying on her stomach, with Mulder straddling her hips attempting to massage some of the pain out of her stiff muscles. He had strong hands, and it felt good. So good that she was starting to fall asleep.
"Okay, my turn!" Mulder slid off of her and plopped face down expectantly. His enthusiasm annoyed her. Reluctantly, she pulled herself up and started doing her best to return the favor.
Neither of them really felt like talking, but they needed to decide what to do next. They were running out of money fast, and neither of them could forget that ominous note they had received.
"You know," Mulder began, "You probably would have no trouble getting a job on the street in downtown La Paz. I'm sure none of the Johns...or do they call them Joses here?...would mind that you can't speak Spanish to save your life." He winced as she smacked him firmly across the back of his head.
"Careful, you. Remember, I've got you pinned. All we need to do is find some place we can stay long enough to get a letter to Skinner and receive a reply. He'll have some idea of what to do next."
"Hmn. Maybe I can't see you in a brothel. What about a strip club?" (Another smack.) "Oh come on. I'd be there watching out for you."
"Watching out for me or just plain watching me?"
"Ill have to get back to you on that."