"Lyrics from "If I Could Turn Back Time" By Cher"
The tension became so thick, Mulder wasn't even sure it he could see Scully anymore even though she sat across from him. Although, he had a pretty good idea what she was doing; staring idly out the window finding any excuse not to look Mulder's way. He was desperate to see if she was even alive anymore, so he nervously drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as they drove on. Nothing. All right, here it goes.
Mulder reached across at the radio and turned on the dial,
"If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words that hurt you
And you'd stay
If I could reach…"
Mulder furiously hit the dial again until it found itself resting on a jazz station. Scully turned to look at him her usual "Are you kidding me?" way. Mulder shrugged his shoulders as he apologized with his eyes. At least she looked at him. Of course, she turned back to the window; her business like attitude never wavering.
Unbeknownst to him though, it was eating her up inside. She could hardly look at him, not because she was angry at him, although she dare not tell him that but because she was damned embarrassed. Never in her life would she ever have the audacity to do what she had done. And to Mulder, no less. God, if it weren't for the unspeakable actions that took place he would be teasing herinfinitely. Turning her attention to her shirt, she began to tug at a non-existent wrinkle.
Mulder sat in an agonizing silence that would have made Sunday school more enjoyable. After all that they had been through, she couldn't face this like an adult and actually talk about it. After everything that they had seen, she still couldn't bring herself to talk about sex and its components. He remembered when Van Blundht, masquerading as him, had tried to play the moves on Scully, and it almost worked! She didn't dare talk about that afterwards either, even though she knew Mulder knew that she hadn't said no that entire evening. So why then? Was this so hard? She had wanted it then and he knew for damn well she had wanted it now. It wasn't like their feelings were completely obscured.
He had made if perfectly clear to her, after his fiasco aboard the Queen Anne, that he loved her. She hadn't believed him, of course. But he had expressed it to her other times in many other ways. Like when they were in his hallway and she wanted to quit, he poured his heart out to her. He exposed all of his soul to her and she had almost taken it that time as well, of course that was before that damn bee. Which he so adamantly remembered, journeying all the way to Antarctica to save her! After all the times he had expressed his feelings to her, she still had the nerve to ignore him now. This is it, he mumbled to himself, she can't get out of it anymore.
No, Fox Mulder won't take another, "lets talk about it later," speech from this brazen beauty before him. He simply wouldn't. He let her too many times in the past just toignore what was really going on and he was sick and tired of it. He wanted the talk that they so desperately needed and he wasn't going to take no for answer.
"Scully, we need to ta…"
"Don't you dare, Mulder." She turned to face him and her look was nothing but death.
"Okay." Mulder whimpered.
TBC….