Title: Scully: The Coffee Buzz Equivalent
By: Stephie~xfilenut32
Email: xfilesqueen@ibm.net
Disclaimer: Only in Mulder's fantasies would I own them
Rating: PG
Keywords: M/S UST, friendship
Summary: Mulder does some early morning contemplating about Scully
Thanks: to my two lovely beta readers: Squeak and Fro..thanks for saving
my punctuation hating butt! Also to the SEFAMSRN for treating me like
such a great list mummy, even though according to them, I am deranged.
This one is dedicated to my beloved Riss for staying with me after her
little scare..your my life girl...don’t you ever change, or for that
matter do that again! And wear your helmet! Hugs and kisses...
Scully: The Coffee Buzz Equivalent
By:Stephie~xfilenut32
xfilesqueen@ibm.net
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Oh, you stay with me,
you stay with me,
oh, in my heart,
And on my mind,
Oh, like a melody that keeps haunting me,
Oh, you stay
*Ricky Martin
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Her perfume.
Her fitting, curve hugging business suits.
The way she walks.
The way she talks...like when she slurs her s's in that oh-so-sexy voice
of hers.
God, I sound like a song that's been played too many times.
You'd think with all the global conspiracies to be dug out, all the
threats to American life, and the oath I took to protect the public, I
would have better things to think about.
But, Scully..she seems to stick on my brain like a really good coffee
buzz.
It's like when you get up in the morning and stumble into your kitchen
seeking refuge in an innocent little glass pot. Once you get a sip of
it...your day can start.
My Scully is that equivalent.
I wake up in the morning, stumble in to get my life-giving coffee, get
my buzz, and something will remind me of Scully...my day always starts
with Scully.
Sometimes it's when I get ready for work, and I'm picking out a
reasonable tie to go with my suit, and I see the neon green one she got
me as a gag gift telling me it would "fit right in with all of my other
ties".
Sometimes, it's a glance at the small framed picture I keep of her in my
room. Well, of US actually.
Yes, I DO have pictures of people other than Samantha..but, um..Scully
would be the extent of my picture collection.
It's a small picture in a polished gold picture frame, which it so
happens was from Scully for Christmas last year. It had some sort of
UFO spoof picture in it, I think that my humor has rubbed off a bit on
her. Lo and behold, one day I came across this one picture, and I knew
that I had to have it there on my dresser; it just seemed right.
It's of both of us, and it illustrates our partnership and our
RELATIONSHIP with perfect clarity.
It was from one of the bureau picnics that you have to go to because of
all those "interesting" speeches, and information that they give you to
remember, think about, and store in your brain never to use
again...somewhere within the dark corners of your brain where an elf
lives. Plus, you get to socialize with other agents..what a joke. Like
that ever accomplishes anything.
I've never been a big socializer, and I'm afraid that I've turned Scully
into a social hermit as well...it must be contagious or something. If I
ever go off on my own, she must feel sorry for me because she'll follow
right after me, as it was on that day.
Scully was off by some tree chatting up another woman agent, and where
was I? Alone in the grass, and I tell you, that trail was begging to
me: "Walk me..it will give you something to do...you can throw rocks at
little helpless animals..I don't care..just walk on me..you know you
want to." Okay, so that's a little odd, but I'm a profiler, I know
these things.
So I took off towards the trail leaving Scully to be normal for a while
without "Spooky" to be the henchman to her efforts.
I hadn't set 10 feet onto the trail when Scully appeared from nowhere by
my side.
"Mulder, you know, you should really be more social."
I gave her a smile, and put my arm around her shoulder.
"Aw, Scully, you’re all the social I need."
She scoffed in good humor, and politely shoved my arm off of her.
"So, Mulder," she began, "why exactly is that?"
"Why exactly is what?" I asked.
"Why exactly do you steer away from people like they contain some sort
of fatal virus?" she wondered out loud.
"How do you know they don't?" I replied.
She just rolled her eyes and continued on as I helped her across a small
creek which had bubbled over the trail due to recent rains.
"So, Mulder...are you a nature man?" she prodded.
"Not really, but I go for it every now and then, especially if it's to
get away from people that I don't exactly get along with. Where did
that come from?" I responded.
"Just curious. I've always liked the outdoors. I used to hate being
cooped up inside with my family. I always wanted to be out on the town,
or at least playing football." She said.
"You played football?" I asked her, amused.
"Of course. I had 2 brothers for goodness sakes, Mulder." She
responded, exasperated.
By the time we had reached the end of the trail, we were more relaxed
then we normally were..no pressures of work, no strict attire, no
schedules. Then, without warning, someone appeared out of nowhere to
take a picture us emerging from the trail, with the lush vegetation
surrounding us. You'd think they'd know better then to "pop" out at an
FBI agent. I might have an itchy trigger finger, or something. Us
being surrounded by green makes it look like we're deep within the
depths of jungle..maybe Africa.
Hmm...I suppose maybe I'll take Scully to Africa someday, on some
romantic getaway where we can....
Getting off-topic...okay, back to the task at hand.
Anyway, there we are in the picture: her in her tight little blue jeans
and a white pull-over T-shirt, and me in my black T-shirt and jeans.
I stand protectively close to her and slightly behind with my hand on
the small of her back, in it's usual "home".
How I ever found it I'll never know...but when I did, I knew that I HAD
to have that picture.
Well, I've been in bed for half an hour now, lost in my own little
world. Life must start again today, whether I want it to or not. I
look at myself one last time in the mirror on the ceiling of my bed, and
get up to get my morning coffee buzz.
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