Author: Petey
Rating: G, MSR
Info: this is my take on the beginning of the second X-Files movie, and this is IF the movie takes place after Truth, and my bit starts after what would have been the opening teaser. It is in no way linked to the events of Truth, except that Mulder and Scully are still on the run.
Please let me know what you think
The Palace Motel
Somewhere in USA (Or Canada if M&S followed orders)
She rolls over, the bright sunlight breaking her slumber. The light catches every object in the room. The sheets, a bright white and tangled around her glow heavenly from the morning sun. She breathes in, stretching out and yawning, and reality catches in her nostrils. The smell of plaster and stale cigarette.
As if on cue, clouds cover the sunlight. She is full awake now. The once heavenly white sheets were a discoloured grey-yellow. The walls are patchy and water-stained, and nails protrude from the wall where artwork hung at one time.
Scully has not slept in her own bed for months, neither has she had clean clothes or real food. And never has she been away from home for so long and woken up in so many different places.
Where she woke up was no comparison to who she woke up with.
Mulder lay on his stomach, his arm slumps over the side of the bed, his other at his side. His mouth gapes open against the pillow, a light snore rumbles in his throat.
Scully untangles herself from the sheets and swiftly pads over to the window. She takes hold of each end of the parted curtain and bites her bottom lip, uncertain of what she should do.
'Should I yank them closed and crawl back in bed for a few more hours? Or should I give Mulder his crude wake up call?'
She lets her lip slip from under her teeth and closes her eyes. She throws her arms wide open, taking the fabric with them.
"Ah, Scully" Mulder hisses.
He clamps his eyes shut and recoils into a fetal position taking the comforter with him in clenched fists over his head.
"Come on Mulder," she says, shaking him "we have to get up if we're going to make check out this time. We have to get moving again."
He grabs her, wrapping his arms around her knees and presses his face against her thigh, still sleepy.
"Scully," he groans "you're killing me."
"Bad choice of words, Mulder," she says, and the flood of the reality of everything they were running from comes to him as she slips from his grasp.
Scully dresses quickly in the cleanest thing she can find while Mulder sits up wiping sleep from his eyes.
"Uh," Scully's small quizzical grunt escapes her next breath and hitches in the back of her throat. She is leaning over her open suitcase facing away from Mulder.
"What?" he asks, standing up.
She turns, holding her phone up absently.
"I got a call," she says.
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so yeah, that's my beginning. Any thoughts on who called and why? Shall I continue? Want to pick up where I left off? Give me a shout, we'll talk.