Date sent: Thu, 17 Jul 1997 14:51:02 +0000 From: Lyle Bontrager Subject: [Fwd: Fishy] Title: Fox Mulder: Out of Control (1/1) Author: RocketMan >lbontger@wmcstations.com< Disclaimer: I don't own them at all. But neither does CC. If I can't have them, he can't either! So there! Author's Notes: This is a story written for Kellie, because she e mailed me and said it would be neat if I did this story from Mulder's POV. Isn't she smart? So I thought she deserved some credit here. Thank you Kellie. Fox Mulder: Out of Control When he picked up Scully that morning he didn't have the heart to tell her what he'd done. The day before had told her they would be going on a little trip and that the plane left at eight twenty. Except that it didn't and he had just realized this while re-reading the tickets. It left at nine twenty. She could have slept in. And she needed the sleep too, with the busyness of last week. Getting shot, coming back to work only to be pitted against a serial killer with a thing for petite red heads. It hadn't been her week. But he braced himself and said, "Scully, turns out the flight is as nine twenty." She stared at him for a moment and then invited him inside. "So, you made me get up this early for nothing?" she said. He knew better than to reply. "Well, I'm getting some coffee, then." she sighed and walked to the kitchen. She hadn't been able to sleep on the plane because of it, and he knew it would be a rough day. Staying awake for five hours on a very bumpy plane wouldn't help her mood either. He watched her from the corner of his eye and hoped she wasn't going to be too angry or grumpy with him that night. They disembarked at the Sacramento ariport and went to claim their luggage. Mulder had called ahead and so the rental car agency actually had a car for them, which he considered a good omen. After everything was settled and they were a few miles down the road, Scully finally fell asleep. Her head leaned back on the headrest, showing a long, graceful neck to his wandering eyes, and he noticed that her mouth was open. He supressed a grin at the sight of her and softly brushed a tendril of her hair from her lips. When they got close to their exit, Mulder realized he hadn't made reservations at a motel. So he picked the first one he came to. Admiral Benbow Inn, the sign read as he went inside, leaving Scully asleep in the car. The woman inside was ratty looking, with bottled blonde hair and fake eyelashes. She nodded to Scully, seen through the big windows, and said, "Your girl get in a bad way?" Mulder was confused first and then understood as the girl went on to explain that all the rooms were booked, but since he was being so nice and helping out 'his girl' she'd get him a room. His girl? "You're being real nice, protecting her and everything. Most wouldn't. She's lucky to have you." Mulder realized This was where all the prostitutes went. She thought Scully was a..... He smiled to himself and left. Later, as he took his shower, he realized that her scent was everywhere. Everywhere. In the shower curtain, the soap, the air, even the water. He groaned a little and stepped out. When he slipped in beside her, he couldn't help but put his hand to her side, as if to say. "I'm sorry." He smiled when she seemed to melt against his hand and then said, "Good night, Scully." He reached over her and turned off the light. He trembled for five minutes before finally falling asleep.