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As they left Comity,
"the Perfect Harmony City" Mulder began to give Scully
directions, which she ignored. Both were still seething over the
events of their last case.
"Scully! You're gonna wanna . . .!"
Scully ignored him again and went straight through the
intersection.
"You just . . . ran a stop sign back there, Scully,"
Mulder pointed out.
"Shut up, Mulder."
"Sure, fine, whatever."
Mulder settled back in his seat. Now was not the time to make
conversation. They needed to put some miles between themselves
and Comity. Just what the hell had happened back there? He
thought back to Zirinka's explanation. "A Jupiter-Uranus
opposition, forming what's called a grand square, where all of
the planets align into a cross . . . A cosmic G-spot . . . if you
were born in 1979 all the energy of the cosmos would be focused
on you."
"Margi and Terri had sure set the town on its ear all
right," Mulder thought. "Didn't do a lot for Scully and
me either." He sighed heavily and ventured a look at this
partner. She stared daggers back at him. Hopefully they'd soon be
far enough away that they might start to feel more like
themselves.
Scully continued to drive, trying to put the events of the past
24 hours out of her mind, but it was hard. What was she thinking?
Dana Scully smoking? And Mulder? What in the world got into him?
Drinking and putting the moves on Detective White, or was
Detective White putting the moves on him? After all, she was on
top when she found them.
"Just stop it, Dana," she thought. "Let's just get
as far away from here as we can. Maybe we can still salvage this
partnership, but we'll have to talk about it later when I'm not
so pissed."
"Uh, Scully?" Mulder broke into her thoughts.
"What, Mulder?" she snapped. Wow, she hadn't meant to
do that, but she just couldn't seem to stop herself.
"Could you pull over for a minute? I've uh . . . got to
stretch my legs," he answered hurriedly.
"Sure, fine, whatever," she muttered as she pulled to
the side of the road.
Mulder was out of the door in a flash, walking over to some
bushes. Scully saw him bend over and realized that he was
vomiting all over the bushes.
"Could this day possibly get any better?" she groused
as she got out of the car to see if she could help.
Mulder had sat down weakly by the time she reached him. "I'm
okay, Scully," he moaned
"If puking your guts out by the side of the road is okay, I
guess you qualify. Come on, Mulder. What's wrong?"
"Are you sure you care?"
Scully sat beside him. "Yes, Mulder. I actually do
care."
"You could have fooled me," he said weakly as he began
to heave again.
Scully moved closer and massaged his back until the heaving
stopped.
When Mulder caught his breath he began to explain. "I was
drinking vodka and frozen orange juice back at the motel. You
know I'm not much of a drinker, and I guess that was a lethal
combination."
"Between that and Detective White you had quite a
combination," Scully huffed.
"Scully, she came on to me. I swear, she had me on my back
and straddled me before I knew what hit me. If you hadn't come in
when you did, she probably would have raped me!" he
exclaimed.
"I didn't see you fighting her off," Scully pointed
out.
"I was in shock."
"Sure, fine, whatever," she said, a hint of a smile
beginning to form. She paused for a moment, then began her own
confession. "You know, Mulder. I wasn't quite myself back in
Comity, either."
"Oh, really?" he asked, his voice dripping with
sarcasm.
"Mulder . . ." she warned.
"All right," he gave in. "What was so unusual
about the way you were feeling?"
"While you were drinking vodka and orange juice, I was next
door chain-smoking."
"Scully, you're kidding!"
"No, it seems we've both been a little out of
character," she admitted.
"A little?"
"Well, maybe a lot," she laughed. "What the hell
happened back in Comity, Mulder?"
"I don't know, Scully," Mulder admitted. "If you
believe the "Great Madam Zirinka", we were part of some
great cosmic event. If you don't buy that, maybe we were just a
little sick and tired of each other."
"Maybe a little of both?" Scully ventured
"At this point it seems as reasonable as any other
explanation," he sighed. "Could you help me up? I'm
still a little shaky."
Scully held her hand out and Mulder grabbed it. Soon he was on
his feet, a little wobbly, but definitely better.
"Are we okay now, Scully?" he asked tentatively.
"I'd say we're getting there, Mulder. How's your
stomach?"
"Empty and much better."
"Good. Let's get going. I want to get as far from Comity as
we possibly can."
"I'm in total agreement."
"I'm still going to drive, though," Scully stated.
"Sure, fine, whatever," Mulder grinned and followed her
to the car.
END
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