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'UP,
UP AND AWAY'
By: Jenna
& Truthwebothknow
MULDER’S
APARTMENT
ALEXANDRIA, VIRGINIA
SATURDAY, MARCH 25, 2000
11:00 a.m.
The light seeped through the curtains, casting an orange hue on
the damp, tangled sheets. He slowly opened bleary eyes and
immediately discovered that he was lying in his own, seldom-used
bed. 'What in the hell? How did I end up here? I *always* sleep
on the couch..' Suddenly, the stark realization struck him; he
and Scully had finally given in to their feelings last night, and
had done the deed. The sheet that seemed to be pulling off a
decent teepee impression, wobbled suddenly with a previously
unfulfilled contentment.
He groped a hand around over to the other side of the bed, but
felt nothing but a cold empty space. He slid off the bed and
dressed himself in the boxers, which had been hastily torn from
him by her own eager hands last night, ones he would most likely
now frame and mount for posterity! He smirked, while something
south, twitched with nostalgia at the thought.
Looking around the room, he noticed her clothes were gone. His
heart tapped out a panicked tattoo, as he wondered if she
regretted what had happened between them last night. Moving from
room to room, he was disappointed to find the entire apartment
empty, hearing nothing but the hum of the fish tank filter in the
background. He dumped himself down on the couch and sighed; he
should have known it was not a wise decision, and that she would
immediately regret the whole thing. As soon as the thought
whispered nastily through his mind, the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Morning, Mulder," Her voice sounded all sunshine and
flowers, ...and was that a whippoorwill he heard chirping in the
background?
Not really knowing what to say to her, her name escaped his lips
like a question. "Scully?"
She sensed straight away he felt hurt that she'd left in the
middle of the night; it reached out at her through the phone
connection like a plea for mercy. "Mulder, about last night.
I had to meet my mother at 4:30 this morning, we had plans to go
help the shelter downtown early this morning." Of course,
anything was preferable to some naked spooning with him.
She winced inwardly hearing the disappointment in his voice.
"Oh, that's alright, Scully. You don't have to..."
Little cracks were starting to run all over his heart like crows
feet, his voice sounding braver than that kind of pain, allowed.
"Yes, Mulder, I do have to. We're finished for the day and
I'm free. Mom had some friends she was going to meet and I have
nothing to do. I'm coming over and I'll bring lunch. Chinese
okay?"
"Sure," his mood sounding greatly improved.
"Okay, I'll stop at Wong's on the way in. Give me about 30
minutes. I gotta change first."
"Scully?" he whispered. The oxygen now cursing through
his heart again, giving his voice a sudden husky quality.
She could swear she heard his voice drop an octave.
"Yeah?"
"What are you wearing right now?"
"Mulder!" she warned, the cadence of his voice speaking
directly to her recently re-awakened libido.
He smiled through the phone and laughed gently. "I'm kidding
Scully. Come on over and I'll have the iced tea ready when you
get here." The relief in his voice was palpable now, and she
let her self relax.
He ended the call, and arose from the couch with a big grin, and
an extra bounce in his step. Yes, life was great and he was one
lucky son of a gun. He was spending his Saturday with her. He
wondered what she might want to do after they'd done eating, and
then leered at his body's immediate response to those thoughts.
He could think of a lot of things they could do, but not all were
outside activities, or as much fun, in his opinion, he was hoping
the lure of bedroom aerobics might win through. Of course, it was
such a nice sunny day in D.C, and she'd probably want to spend
her time outside doing something instead.
He decided to clean the place up a bit before she arrived, and
made his way through the entire apartment like a late august
twister. Dirty clothes, check. Books, papers and other extraneous
crap. Check. Suspect Green Alien fridge buddies, Check...tissues?
Yuck..
Then he made a beeline to the bathroom to clean himself up. Good
job he remembered deodorant, black trash sacks and budget air
fresher, on one of his rare sorties to the local store.
Toilet seat down and he was ready for royalty.
A half an hour later, she knocked on the door, but he didn't
answer, so she slipped the key in and turned the lock, doing a
double take at the Martha Stewart makeover, his apartment had
undergone in her brief absence. Umm-nice flowery smell, she
thought idly as she made her way to the kitchen.
"Mulder, it's me."
"I'll be out in a second. I'm getting dressed.", she
heard him mumble nervously through the bedroom door.
She proceeded to the kitchen and lined the items from Wongs on
the counter. She rummaged through his cabinets until she found
two surprisingly clean plates and placed equal amounts of the
food on each one. True to his word, Mulder had made a tall
pitcher of iced tea and placed it in the refrigerator. Once she
had everything ready, she took the plates and sat them on the
strangely spotless coffee table, then carried in the glasses of
iced tea. Taking her shoes off, she tucked her feet underneath
her and got comfortable in the middle of the couch.
Opening the bedroom door slowly, he approached the couch,
smoldering testosterone mingling with potpourri, already wafting
about the room. Never mind the Chinese, he looked good enough to
eat.
"Did you find everything okay?" he asked.
"Yes, I found the plates with no problem." a gleaming
smile radiating from her eyes. "I just hope Wong remembered
the chop sticks this time," she groused, searching through
the bag. She finally produced four chopsticks. "Eat up, I've
got plans for you," she smiled enigmatically.
"So, Agent Scully, what have you got planned for me
today?" If eyebrow waggling had been an Olympic event,
Mulder would've come away with gold every time.
"Well, let's just say, it'll make you feel *young*
again."
"Young?", he asked, his interest peaked, another part
of him threatening to follow suit..
"Mulder, we're going to go do something I haven't done, and
I *know* you haven't done since you were a little boy." 'Not
the horizontal mambo then.'
"Why can't you tell me," he whined, and his bottom lip
jutting out deliciously.
'Oh God, I hate it when he does that. I can't refuse him anything
then'.
"Okay Mulder, we're going kite flying."
"What?!" he showed her a face that was a curious
mixture of stunned bewilderment and incredulity.
"You heard me, mister. We're going kite flying, and *no*
you're not getting out of it!"
'Oh Well, I *do* get to spend the day with Scully and that's
cool, so I'll bite.'
"Sure, Scully. We can go fly kites. I know just the perfect
place." Mulder's brilliant mind was clicking through its
machinations, thoughtfully; 'Kite flying usually involved nice
big meadows out of town somewhere; someplace where there were no
crowds. This could get promising later.'
"Really?"
"Yeah, it will take us a bit to get there and we'll probably
be too wiped to come back tonight. Let's stop by your place and
get an overnight bag." 'I must not think about the black
teddy...nestling inside it.'
"No, we can take my car. I've already got a bag there in the
trunk."
"That'll work." he smiled, and reached down, touching
her cheek in a soft caress. 'Must have been a girl scout and
forgot to let me in on that tidbit.'
They finished their lunch, and then he packed while she cleaned
the plates, hoping to make better time. He was soon sauntering
out from the bedroom with a carry-on in his hand.
"So do we have to go buy these kites or what?"
"No Mulder, we're going to need to buy stuff for them. We
are going to *make* them from scratch."
"You're kidding, right?" he mused, giving her a bemused
but sultry look. She'd obviously been od-ing on her nephew's
collection of Tweenies , *Show me* videos again. Sex with him had
obviously had a profound effect on her.
"Nope, not kidding. Let's get moving. Time's wasting,"
she swatted him on the ass pleasantly, pushing him out the door,
before locking it.
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SUMMER HOME
QUONOCHONTAUG, RHODE ISLAND
SATURDAY, MARCH 25, 2000
3:30 p.m.
They made record time driving up to his childhood summer home.
She slept peacefully in the seat beside him. 'I must have really
done a number on her last night'; he mused with a sense of sheer
satisfaction, mentally giving himself a gold star. It was so
heady a feeling that it made him dizzy, or perhaps the Lo Mein
noodles weren't sitting as well as he thought. He couldn't resist
the urge to reach over and replace a wayward strand of hair that
had fallen in her eyes.
Feeling his presence, she stirred beneath his touch, stretching
herself from a wakeful sleep. A number of pleasant memories
worked their way through her nerve endings and traveled south,
creating a kilowatt smile and a delightful warm flush. She was
starting to feel clammy.
"Are we there yet?"
"Yes, *child*, we are almost there," he teased.
She beamed over at him, grasping his resting hand and intertwined
their fingers. 'Lil' Mulder stirred unbidden in his snug denim
nest. One eye open.
"I wasn't sure what we needed to make these kites, so I
figured we could stop and pick those items up once we reached the
summer house." Mulder shot back a smile of his own, giving
his teeth some fresh air. Her mind hadn't completely been on kite
assembly research then. 'Dropped the ball there Scully...' The
car purred with the sudden accelerator pressure from Mulder's
foot, as he pondered the day ahead. There lay dragons, good ones,
he hoped.
"Sounds good to me."
Fifteen minutes later, kite-building items in hand, they reached
the summer home. The entered the house, and he cleared off the
protective plastic from the furniture, finding her a place to
sit. He chanced an expectant leer in her direction..
"So, I'm dying to see this great place where we get to fly
these kites. Are you going to take me there before hand?"
she asked thoughtfully. Somehow, Mulder's brain fugued out around
the word, 'Take', languid hazel orbs flicking over the sensuous
movement of her lips instead.
Sliding his hand down, he pulled her to her feet and up against
his chest in a tight embrace, feeling his heart rate jump and
sizzle around like water drops on a hotplate. He whispered with a
grin against her hair and close to her ear.
"No, we can wait until we're done building them. It'll be
dark soon and I want to see you flying a kite, Scully."
Amazing how one a night of long overdue creative expression could
make any innocuous phrase sound like a sexual euphemism. They'd
have to get a move on with their kite project before 'lil' Mulder
started agreeing with him again.
They proceeded with sorting the materials out, and had the kites
made in less than 20 minutes. Scully had the most fun watching
the dexterity of Mulder's nimble fingers, as he worked; her
tongue absently slipping across her perspiring bottom lip.
Once the kites were ready, he grabbed both of them and his keys
and ushered her out the door, returning the favor of her earlier
playful ass swatting, with his large hand.
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BASEBALL PARK
QUONOCHONTAUG, RHODE ISLAND
SATURDAY, MARCH 25, 2000
4:15 p.m.
"Mulder, I thought you said this place was close!"
"It is, I promise," he said maneuvering the car into
the parking lot.
They got out and she took in the scenery slowly. It was a
wide-open expanse of Green Park above the baseball diamond,
perfect for kite flying.
"Oh Mulder, this is perfect!" throwing her arms around
his neck and softly kissing his lips, her tongue delicately
clashing with his teeth, sending shivers right through to his
follicles.
“Do you want to get these kites flown today, huh Scully?,
keep that up and we're grounded, literally.
Dropping her arms, she turned away from him, killer smile and
all, and reached into the back seat to get their kites.
"Come on, let's go!" She was tugging on his hand. He
laughed at her childlike manner. Her eyes sparkled brightly at
times like this. He wished he could see her in this relaxed,
happy manner more often. Since last night, he'd noticed that
difference in her. Of course, he knew that it was because they'd
finally admitted a commitment to each other; not only in
partnership, but body, mind and soul as well. 'Ch...rist!, he
must have shrunk these jeans in that last wash...'.
When they reached the middle of the field, Scully tested the kite
by letting out a little string at a time. After several failed
attempts, the kite eventually reached a good altitude to pick up
wind and send it soaring into the sky. She handed him the cord
and watched him grin in amazement at how quickly she had
accomplished her set goal.
"Here, give me that," she said, reaching for the other
kite. She tried time and time again to get the kite up in the
air, but her every attempt was futile. She turned to see him
smother a giggle. "What?" she asked, sounding
exasperated.
"Nothing, Scully. Just fly your kite." he smirked. This
was more fun than he though, although Scully watching was holding
his interest much more than kite flying.
"Yeah, well, I'd like to see *you* get this up. That is, if
you think you can do a better job than I did." she
challenged, shooting him "The Look." Her use of certain
words made him leer all the more.
Handing her the line to the kite he was currently flying, he took
the other from her hands and a little jolt of electric rush
skittered over their fingers at the contact. Their eyes locked
for a long moment.
"Stand back and watch a pro, Scully. Flying a kite is like
riding a bike. Once you learn, you never forget it," he
boasted; certain other activities too, his brain reminded him
happily.
Eventually, the kite began to fly, but he realized they had kept
moving along with the kite that had been in the air.
"Oh shit!"
"What, Mulder? What is it?" panic lacing her voice.
"The damn thing got stuck in the tree. I gotta climb up and
get it out."
Now it was her turn to smother a laugh as she watched him ascend
up each branch, carefully testing it's strength, giving her a
pleasing view of Mulder's denim clad ass in motion as he made his
way up. She quickly brought down the kite she was flying and
stood below watching him climb the tree. What a view!
"Almost there," he moaned. "Hey Scully, remember I
once asked you if this boyish display of agility was turning you
on at all?"
"Yeah", she grinned remembering the exact moment. She
had gone weak-kneed at the time, but never told him so. Hell, she
was going weak at the knees now as an unbidden image of his
prowess and agility in other activities assaulted her.
"Well, you never did answer me, so...I'm gonna ask you
again. Is this boyish display of agility turning you on at
all?"
"Mulder, you know my weakness," she purred up towards
him, eyes sizing up his delightfully tight ass muscles as they
shifted gracefully in his jeans again.
Hearing her voice drop to a purring moan, he stumbled on the way
down to the next branch and lost his footing. He landed with a
resounding thud against the ground and lay deathly still.
"Mulder!" She dropped the kite and rushed toward him,
carefully checking him for injuries. She was afraid to move him
for fear he may have broken his neck. She reached for her cell
phone in her pocket and called 911.
"911. What's your emergency?"
"Yeah, I have an agent down! I request immediate
assistance!"
"Okay miss, who are you?"
In her panic, Scully realized she had forgot to tell the
dispatcher her name and location.
"Sorry. My name is Dana Scully and my badge number is
2317-616. My partner and I are located at..." She looked
around unable to remember the name of the park. Damn!
"Miss? Do you not know where you are?"
"I'm not from this area. My partner lived here as a
child."
"What's your partner's name and what happened to him?"
"Agent Mulder. Agent, Fox Mulder. We were flying kites and
he went to retrieve one and fell out of a tree, from a height of
about 8 feet." She leaned over him almost breathless with
fear, checking his pulse. He was still breathing, much to her
relief; however, his pupils were dilated, he was unconscious and
not responding to any stimuli.
Oh Mulder.
In ten minutes, the ambulance had arrived. The technicians went
about their work quickly and quietly. They put the C-collar
around his neck, placed him on the backboard, and loaded him onto
the gurney. Once he was inside the ambulance, the technician
started a saline IV drip. She hurriedly got into her car and
followed them to the hospital, cursing herself for distracting
him.
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QUONOCHONTAUG, MERCY HOSPITAL
QUONOCHONTAUG, RHODE ISLAND
SATURDAY, MARCH 25, 2000
5:15 p.m.
"Okay on my count people. One, two, three."
Scully stood hugging her arms to her body, in the doorway of the
emergency area, watching as they worked on him. She would never
forgive herself if anything terrible happened to him. She knew
this had probably happened because she surprised him with her
sultry tone. He seemed much happier since last night and she'd
been glad. It was what they'd both needed for a long time. The
need to quit denying each other this happiness that had long
existed between the two of them, often causing some major
tension, but that was in the past. He had to get better. He just
had to be okay. She felt the tears well up in her eyes and spill
slowly down her cheeks like raindrops, as she was ushered from
the trauma cubical.
She called Skinner at home to tell him what had happened, and
that she and Mulder, wouldn't be available on Monday for the
meeting he had scheduled. He had been curious, sensing that they
seemed a lot closer lately, and that a sea change was apparent
within the relationship, but kept all questions to himself,
reassuring her gently.
"I understand Agent Scully. Take good care of him. He needs
you." Skinner disconnected before he heard her utter softly,
"and I need him too," the tears flowing freely down her
face now.
A few moments later, the doors opened and a man in blue scrubs
introduced himself.
"Miss Scully?" She realized she was holding her
breath..
"Yes."
"Hi, I'm Dr. Gruber. I just wanted to let you know that your
partner is going to be fine. We did a CT scan on him and all the
results came back negative. There was no subdural hematoma. We
aren't sure what caused the lengthy time of unconsciousness. The
labs also came back as negative. He should do just fine with a
bit of observation overnight. You can take him home
tomorrow." Scully almost cried again with relief.
"Thank you doctor. Can I see him now?"
"Yes, he's been awake and asking for you for the last 15
minutes. I wasn't quite thoroughly sure he'd passed all of his
mental status exams. That was the reason for the delay. Oh, and
Agent Scully, please tell your partner he's too old to be
climbing trees," he grinned broadly, showing teeth, as he
walked back towards the ER desk.
Scully rushed back to the room and opened the door. "Mulder,
it's me. Are you awake?"
His beaming smile turned in her direction, looking none the worse
for his ordeal. The sight of that gorgeous smile threatened to
make her eyes well up all over again; somehow she managed to keep
them at bay.
"Hey Scully, all these hospital visits are becoming a habit
with us. We have to stop meeting like this," he teased,
smoothing her hair back from her eyes, his own never leaving
hers, inquiring. He could tell she'd been crying, and placed a
finger under her quivering chin, his eyes continuing to travel
over her face, flecks of green and gold within hazel always
shifting with each emotion that passed through him.
"Scully, it's okay. I'm fine. I just have a little bump on
the old noggin. Nothing a little lovin' won't fix," he
smiled, waggling his brows.
"I thought something bad had happened to you because of
me." She reached up and brushed another tear away, he leaned
forward slowly, catching each tear with his lips against her
cheeks as they began to spill again.
"Scully don't even think that! You are my world now, you
have been from the start and I love you baby. Just promise me one
thing." His thumbs pads were rubbing the soft skin under her
eyes now in a way that just made her dissolve.
"What's that, Mulder?" loving how he called her 'baby,'
and other terms of endearment, he'd used at various times the
night before.
"Just don't let me display that boyish agility like that
again." he chuckled.
Scooting him over gently on the bed; she slipped comfortably into
his embrace and lay her ear over his steady heart beat, drinking
in his warmth and life and the reassurance that beautiful sound
gave her, a life that she could now share completely.
"Oh baby, I'm going make *sure* that I get to see that
boyish agility all the time, just not with a kite and tree
climbing anymore," she moaned against his chest. He sucked
in a quick shallow breath. Other avenues of boyish agility seemed
a lot safer, and more pleasurable. He smiled into her hair,
breathing her in. He was one lucky son of a gun, and could hardly
believe his good fortune. Scully was his and he was hers. Two
halves of the same whole and he intended to explore that love
every which way.
"Is that a promise, Agent Scully?"
"Why yes, Agent Mulder. And hear me when I say this. It's
most definitely a promise I fully intend to keep."
"I hope so. I certainly hope so. Me too," she heard him
whisper warmly against her hair as she drifted off to sleep in
his arms.
~THE END~
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