Dana Scully: Out Of Control By RocketMan lbontger@wmcstations.com Disclaimer: The characters belong to anyone who wants them! (I wish) Seriously, thank you CC for these hourly doses of paranoia and paranormal in the guise of two FBI agents pretending they hold no attraction for each other ... did I just say that? Sorry. Spoilers: NONE Rating: Harmless Content: None- oh I mean, there is words and stuff just nothing you'd need to be warned about. Cata: MSR!!!! you've been warned. Come to the Dark side Luke. Dana Scully: Out Of Control Scully glared at the television, sitting silently, using a new method for her anger. Usually she vented and it went away eventually, but tonight, the old technique wasn't working. So she tried to ignore it, not understanding exactly where it came from or what it was there for. She and Mulder had shared a room before, yet somehow it was different this time. She supposed it had all started with the check in. Being the natural one to make motel accomadations, Mulder had found yet another seedy, disgusting motel to add to their already too long list of those they'd spent more than enough time in. The only thing she really hated was that there was only one room vacant. Not so much that Mulder hadn't had the mind to call ahead, but that it was nearly full on a Thursday night. It didn't bode well for the reputation. Or maybe it did all too well. Pulling up in front of their small motel room, Mulder had made the comment that if he saw roaches she was sleeping on the floor. Then after lugging their bags in they had proceeded to review the case before the interview with local law enforcement. Only to be constantly interupted by the sexual whims of the people next door. Mulder's eyebrows had gone up and he'd looked at her in such a way that had instantly made her mad, and she didn't know where this anger had come from. Mad at him for picking the room and motel and not someplace decent and inexpensive like Comfort Inn. Of course Mulder would find the sexual encounters of the next room amusing, that was Mulder. But when he had banged a fist on the wall and shouted that *some* people knew how to do it quietly, she'd been furious enough to smack him. And he had liked the anger flaring in her eyes; she could see the amusement. So she had announced that she was going to bed and flounced, no walked with dignity, to the bathroon to change into her pajamas. She thanked God for not letting her pack anything silk. When she had come out, he had whistled out her, making her only madder, then claimed the bathroom. So now, she sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do, of what the sleeping arrangements were. She hated being dependent, not being in control. Maybe that was why she was mad at him, because she felt like her control was gone. But where had her control gone? Probably when he had looked at her and said they'd have to share a room. With him so close and so much beside her, in her thoughts every second. How could she focus without time apart from him? She couldn't get her center of calm back with him breathing in the same space as her. He crept up into every part of her, making her very out of control. He came out of the bathrrom in a T-shirt and not too short boxers, to her relief. He looked to the floor with a grimace, then back to her, puppy dog expression firmly in place. "Scully, you're not really going to make me sleep on the floor, are you?" he asked, eyes troubled. She sighed and looked at the floor. "With my doctor's good conscience, no I cannot." He smiled and sat down on the bed, looking at her. "Which side do you want?" he asked, and his eyes told her he found it all entirely amusing. She found it not amusing in the least. "Farthest from the television." she said. He nodded. She got in bed and turned her body away from him, squeezing her eyes shut to dispel the images she was getting. She heard him turn of the TV and felt him get into bed. He turned and lay right next to her and put his hand on her side, for the briefest of seconds. It was enough to send hot spikes through her body and to her stomach. "Good night, Scully." he whispered and reached over her to click off the light. In the dark she heard him roll back to his side and start to breathe deeper. Her heart beating too wildly for her to sleep, she listened to his breathing until it made her doze off. She was way too out of control. End. Adios RocketMan Comments always welcome. Flames even. Go on, try it.