From: Mystic Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: Appointment 1/? Date: Sun, 13 Aug 95 22:16:27 -0500 1st Attempt at fan-fic-romance. Something I cooked up. Okidoki, well Rating PG-13. Please keep flames to a minimum. Have fun with it, don't think much. Insert Disclaimer. Takes place about a week or so after the season premier of the third season. Y'all get to see Scully's sarcasm. I am assuming that the psychologist lady in Irresistable is the same character as the social worker in The Calusari, "Karen Kosseff" Exits are here, here, here, and here. Warning- this has a little mush, basically thoughts, if there's enough positive reinforcement I might make a second part soon. 8-P ***************** -The Appointment- by Mystic Scully walked into the X-Files basement on Friday morning just beginning to feel the exhaustion of the sleepless night. Nightmares. Mulder would want to talk about it, she would want to, but would refuse. How could she tell him? He would become more protective of her than he already was, and really it wasn't such a bad thing, except that he would loom over her like a deadly cloud ready to strike any time she got vulnerable. The only people to ever do it to her were her parents, and her older siblings, Bill Jr.. and Melissa, and even then she hated it. It made her feel like a baby. She fell comfortably into Mulder's chair and looked on the desk. Odd, there were two envelopes, one with her name, and one with Mulder's. She picked her's up and opened it. From Karen Kosseff, ACK!!! "Dana it's been a long time since your last scheduled appointment and you disregarded it. Assistant Director Skinner has requested that you come in Friday at Nine am." She looked at her watch, 9:50. Dana made a face. Then a voice made her jump, "I know you don't like the repulsive way I keep my desk, but that face..." Fox Mulder. She looked up at and rewarded him with a smile. Navy blue Armani suit. To her surprise, he smiled back. She looked back down at the paper and blushed. Then she yawned. "Another bad night, Scully?" 'Another'? Was it that obvious? "Yes." Then she added quickly, "I don't want to talk about it." He shrugged. "What's the paper?" He pointed to the letter she held. She shoved it back in the envelope. "Nothing. Gotta run." "Scully I just got here, where you going?" "Ask me another day, ok." She walked out of the room and down the hall and into the Psych ward we go. Karen, helped me with my Pfaster problem. Helped with Charlie Holvey. Attempted to talk with me about Duane Barry. Maybe I should have told her I didn't want to talk about it instead of running out of the room? God, if Mulder found out I did that... Knock. Knock. Knock. "It's open." She walked in. Karen was sitting down in her desk filling out a bunch of papers. No one else in the room. No distractions. The moment Karen saw her she reached into a drawer and pulled out a folder. From the folder she pulled out a legal pad. The Legal Pad. It frightened Scully, she had seen a movie once where a person was supposed to be talking to a shrink who would help, and they were doodling on that damn legal pad. "Have a seat Dana. It's been a long time." Karen stated. *It's been three weeks you dolt.* Dana thought. "So how are things going between you and Mulder?" *Oh, great, just the other day he almost exploded in a boxcar, and then there was the thing with the cannibal people who wanted to eat me.* "Me and Mulder, fine." "And your work?" *Wonderful. Can't ascertain information, can't get tangible evidence and that guy with the smoke, who, for all I know you could be in it with, hasn't gotten off our backs* "It's going along nicely." "Dana, you look sleepy, having trouble sleeping?" *No, those nightmares are keeping me sound asleep all night* "Actually, I have." "Duane Barry, Donnie Pfaster?" *Barney?* She didn't respond. Karen was right. "Scully, if you can't talk to me about these nightmares, why don't you talk to Mulder?" "NO!" She answered sharply. "Why can't you talk to him? Is it because he's your partner, like you said before, and you don't want him to be overprotective. Is it because you don't want him to see you vulnerable, weak. Is it because you see him as an older brother, you wouldn't want to tell him, because he might tell someone else. Is it because you see him getting closer to your personal life and you don't like it...." She trailed *Is it because I can see him as the future father of my children? Is it because I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with him? Is it because...* "...you're beginning to have feelings for him?" Scully's head snapped up. "He's my partner! I'm supposed to be able to take care of myself! I'm an FBI agent! I can't tell him! If I told F...Mulder how scared I am at night of the smallest things now, how I wish he were there to hold my hand and tell me it's alright, how I wake up every other night with a new nightmare, he would, he...." She pulled in a large breath and realized she was crying. She was scared, Karen knew too much, Oh God! She had told someone part of it! No one else knew this, not even... *I have to get out of here... I can't breath in here... She looking at me... She wants to comfort me... Tell me everything will be alright... But I don't want to hear it from her! I want to hear it from...* "NO!!!" Scully screamed and ran out of the room. *Second time, Dana. She's going to think you're crazy* Dana could hear her mother scolding her when she was a child and she ran away from the nurse with the flu shot. She bumped someone in the hall and he called out her name. *Voice Familiar... see who it was... no... but what if... I CAN'T THINK!!!* She ran to her car and she drove home. =========================================================================== From: Mystic Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: Appointment 2/2 Date: Sun, 20 Aug 95 19:51:30 -0500 Hi again, due to the ovewhelming response I've decided to post the other half. This takes place after she ran out of the room in a panic. This one is from the other side, Mulder's side. Insert Disclaimer. Know your Exits. Hope you gals (and guys) like this one as much as the first. ***************** Mulder was a bit confused when she left. He put his hand up to his face and breathed into it. *No not the breath* Then he saw the envelope on his desk with his name on it. He sat in his chair and opened it. *Why does the psychologist want to see me?* He walked out of the office and began to make his way towards the Mrs.Kosseff's office. The letter said 10:10am. On his way he stopped when he saw Scully coming at him. Her hair flying behind her, her face red. She was crying. He reached out to stop her, but she hit his arm and kept going. "Scully." He called after her. She didn't stop. She was always telling him not to be protective of her so, he made a mental note to call her later. He kept walking to the office. As soon as he walked into the office he saw Karen. She was writing vivaciously on a legal pad. "Doodling?" Mulder asked. The woman looked up. A worried look on her face. "Agent Fox Mulder, thank you for coming, although I feel the purpose for calling you here has been eradicated" "What do you mean?" "I wanted you and agent Scully to talk to each other." Mulder flopped down into a chair. "Why?" "She's distraught. I think it's too much stress on top of repressed memories. Memories that trouble her dreams." She paused. "Has Dana ever talked to you about her dreams?" "No, I've asked her, but she changes the subject or she tells me not to ask... Did she just leave here?" "Well, yes, but..." "What the hell did you say to her!?" He stood up. "Please sit down." She stared at him until he did and then continued, "I think that she has strong feelings for you, feelings that make her evade from telling you about what distresses her so." He blushed and looked at the floor. "She doesn't tell me because she thinks that I would become overly protective towards her if she did." "Would you be?" "She doesn't know that I already am." He stopped to try and figure a way to say what he wanted to say. "She's my partner, she's my only true friend. When I'm in trouble she's there for me in a way no one else could be, no matter what happens to her. She's the only one I trust." "Because you feel this way, do you think that you've let her down? She's been kidnapped several times, and she's almost died, before your eyes,on various occasions" "I... I know. That's hurt me more than anything." Mulder paused and added. "And I've been through physical torture. I would take a bullet to ensure HER safety." *Insure the safety of the future mother of my children, the one woman I care more about than life itself.* Mulder smiled briefly at the thought of her running, playfully, in a field with two small brown-haired, blue eyed boys. The three of them laughing and posing for the pictures he was taking. Karen interrupted his thoughts, "Fox, she feels the same way..." "It's Mulder, no one calls me Fox." "Maybe she should. She was about to and stopped herself." He remembered the time he told her that he didn't like being called Fox. In the car, Tooms. "I don't understand why she won't talk to me about these things." "Maybe YOU have to talk to HER." He got up and ran out of the room. ***************** He got to her house and knocked on her door. She opened and stopped. Mulder looked down at her and saw the bottle of wine in her hand. Scully looked up at him, he was giving her the Wounded Puppy Dog face. "That's not the way we deal with our problems." He grabbed the bottle from her hands. "Maybe it'll help me sleep." She said with a hint of anger. "Besides, I hadn't opened it yet." She paused. "What are you doing here?" "Being overprotective." He pushed his way in. She closed the door behind him. He turned to see her locking the door, wearing a long, grey and black FBI shirt and black sweatpants. She saw him looking at her clothing. "Skinner saw me running out of the building and called a few minutes ago to tell me to take the day off." "I think he figured you'd be staying home either way." "Whatever. Look what do you want to say, I really want to try and get some sleep." She had stepped into the living room, only four feet from where he was. He lurched forward, covering the distance and pulled her into his chest, hugging her. She struggled, at first, but soon gave up and hugged him back. Then, without thinking, she began to cry. Quietly at first, trying to hide it, then she began to sob loudly, uncontrollably. Mulder felt her body convulse in his arms as she cried softly. Then she cried like she had before, in Phasters house. He lifted her off the floor and carried her to the couch. He sat down, she in his lap. She buried her head in his shoulder and cried, she let it all out. She didn't care how overprotective he would be in the future. He hugged her tighter and whispered over and over in her ear, "It's going to be ok. Everything will be alright. Cry, let it out." She kept crying for ten minutes. Nothing spoken except his encouraging phrases. "Mulder." She had stopped crying and was now leaning on his shoulder. "Yeah, Dana." "I'm tired." Mulder took her to her bed and laid her down gently. "Aren't you tired?" Mulder looked at the back of her head then got into the bed beside her. He hugged her, unsure of her reaction. She grabbed his hand and held it. "Mulder, I want to tell you about my dreams." She smiled. He smiled. "Call me Fox." ************** The End. Ok, that's it, that's *all* of it. I can't tell about the dreams 'cause it hasn't been revealed... yet. Hope everyone liked it. C-ya later. ************* E-mail comments (of all kinds Xcept flames) to: nalvarez@delphi.com ThanX for reading. WOW, It just came up on the screen in front of me and it looked normal, not all cut apart. (This may seem wierd to you, but it makes me happy, I did it right.)