"My hands are shaking, my heart is beating fast. Is love worth making when
it can never last?"
-From "Meet me in the Back" by Melissa Etheridge
Doggett let himself into the hotel room with the key that Reyes had left under the welcome mat. He was surprised to find the room in complete darkness. There was a light coming from under the bathroom door. Tapping on it lightly, he called her name. "Monica? You in there?" There was no response. He knocked a bit louder. When she still didn't answer, Doggett felt panic rising slowly in his gut. "Monica!" Still no answer. Testing the door, he found it unlocked and burst in.
She was sound asleep.
Doggett felt himself blushing...almost no suds remained and he had a clear view of her very naked body. Her clothes...including her underwear...were hanging up above her. He felt as though he had interrupted a very intimate moment. Forcing himself to look at her face, he approached her and gently tapped her shoulder. "Monica? Wake up. No fair that you get the bathroom the whole night. Get up so you can go to bed." He shook her gently. Startled, Reyes jumped. She had been having a very interesting dream...a recurring one, actually. She blinked a few times and remembered where she was. Doggett was holding a towel for her, positioning it so that it blocked his view of her body. She stood and allowed him to wrap it around her figure. He turned around and shut the door behind him.
{He didn't even look at me} Reyes thought to herself. {Maybe I've been misreading his intentions. Maybe he likes men.} The thought gave her a smile. But she had known him much too long for that to be the case. In her head it was simple: He wasn't attracted to her. The fact that she was madly in love with him, and the fact that he knew it and she knew he knew it, didn't seem to change the way he felt. Shaking her head and trying to stop thinking like a horny teenager, she pulled her driest shirt on over her head and brushed her teeth.
"John, you don't have to sleep on the floor. It's a big bed." Reyes smiled at him as he made himself a nest in the corner.
"Are you sure? I kinda smell."
"I'm assuming that you plan on showering before going to bed, no matter where you sleep."
"Yeah, a cold shower." He muttered under his breath, not looking at her at all.
"What was that?"
"Um...nothing. Right, well I suppose I would sleep better in the bed. I'll be out in a few minutes, don't wait up." He had no idea why he had said that. He wasn't really thinking clearly.
Reyes just gave him one of her 'you're weird' looks and got into the bed. She turned the TV on and found the local news. "Actually I was thinking I'd just watch some TV. After all, I slept for, like, four hours in that tub." As she spoke, she rubbed her waterlogged fingers together. "I feel like a sponge."
(yes, I know I end segments in weird places)
*** To the passing observer, Mulder and Scully were just another couple enjoying a romantic vacation in the jungle (a not unpopular destination, I might add, at least for those adventurous types.) The truth was that they hadn't spoken to each other all morning. She was mad at him, and he wasn't sure why. He doubted that it had anything to do with the previous night's discussion regarding possible occupations she could explore. He also realized that it was possible that she was sad or depressed and she was just burying it in anger. She did that a lot. Mulder easily climbed over a fallen tree and reached for her hand to help her over. She ignored his attempt and struggled to get her short legs over the huge trunk. When she ended up straddling the tree with both legs dangling nowhere near the ground, she did accept the hand he extended towards her. Then she flashed him an evil eye when he continued holding her hand long after she was back on her feet. So now they were a happy couple holding hands as they walked down the jungle trail. Yeah, right.
She came around eventually. She always did. "Mulder..." she started.
"Yes, love?" he answered, trying to ignore her pissy mood.
"I had a really troubling dream last night."
"Really? Me too! It was Easter and I was being chased by a giant chocolate bunny carrying a bag of Jiffy Pop!" Scully had to really struggle not to smile at this.
"Mine was about us."
-From "Meet me in the Back" by Melissa Etheridge
Doggett let himself into the hotel room with the key that Reyes had left under the welcome mat. He was surprised to find the room in complete darkness. There was a light coming from under the bathroom door. Tapping on it lightly, he called her name. "Monica? You in there?" There was no response. He knocked a bit louder. When she still didn't answer, Doggett felt panic rising slowly in his gut. "Monica!" Still no answer. Testing the door, he found it unlocked and burst in.
She was sound asleep.
Doggett felt himself blushing...almost no suds remained and he had a clear view of her very naked body. Her clothes...including her underwear...were hanging up above her. He felt as though he had interrupted a very intimate moment. Forcing himself to look at her face, he approached her and gently tapped her shoulder. "Monica? Wake up. No fair that you get the bathroom the whole night. Get up so you can go to bed." He shook her gently. Startled, Reyes jumped. She had been having a very interesting dream...a recurring one, actually. She blinked a few times and remembered where she was. Doggett was holding a towel for her, positioning it so that it blocked his view of her body. She stood and allowed him to wrap it around her figure. He turned around and shut the door behind him.
{He didn't even look at me} Reyes thought to herself. {Maybe I've been misreading his intentions. Maybe he likes men.} The thought gave her a smile. But she had known him much too long for that to be the case. In her head it was simple: He wasn't attracted to her. The fact that she was madly in love with him, and the fact that he knew it and she knew he knew it, didn't seem to change the way he felt. Shaking her head and trying to stop thinking like a horny teenager, she pulled her driest shirt on over her head and brushed her teeth.
"John, you don't have to sleep on the floor. It's a big bed." Reyes smiled at him as he made himself a nest in the corner.
"Are you sure? I kinda smell."
"I'm assuming that you plan on showering before going to bed, no matter where you sleep."
"Yeah, a cold shower." He muttered under his breath, not looking at her at all.
"What was that?"
"Um...nothing. Right, well I suppose I would sleep better in the bed. I'll be out in a few minutes, don't wait up." He had no idea why he had said that. He wasn't really thinking clearly.
Reyes just gave him one of her 'you're weird' looks and got into the bed. She turned the TV on and found the local news. "Actually I was thinking I'd just watch some TV. After all, I slept for, like, four hours in that tub." As she spoke, she rubbed her waterlogged fingers together. "I feel like a sponge."
(yes, I know I end segments in weird places)
*** To the passing observer, Mulder and Scully were just another couple enjoying a romantic vacation in the jungle (a not unpopular destination, I might add, at least for those adventurous types.) The truth was that they hadn't spoken to each other all morning. She was mad at him, and he wasn't sure why. He doubted that it had anything to do with the previous night's discussion regarding possible occupations she could explore. He also realized that it was possible that she was sad or depressed and she was just burying it in anger. She did that a lot. Mulder easily climbed over a fallen tree and reached for her hand to help her over. She ignored his attempt and struggled to get her short legs over the huge trunk. When she ended up straddling the tree with both legs dangling nowhere near the ground, she did accept the hand he extended towards her. Then she flashed him an evil eye when he continued holding her hand long after she was back on her feet. So now they were a happy couple holding hands as they walked down the jungle trail. Yeah, right.
She came around eventually. She always did. "Mulder..." she started.
"Yes, love?" he answered, trying to ignore her pissy mood.
"I had a really troubling dream last night."
"Really? Me too! It was Easter and I was being chased by a giant chocolate bunny carrying a bag of Jiffy Pop!" Scully had to really struggle not to smile at this.
"Mine was about us."