Scully's Stories (7)
Prompt: 06. Do Not Disturb
Title: Vacation.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1 660
Pairings: more of Mulder/Scully UST
Warnings: none, I think.
Spoilers: None, I think. Happens somewhere after 'Chinga' tough, since pencils in the ceiling are mentioned.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Used without permission. No money made. Not mine. Used without permission. No money made.
Beta: I'm sorry, but none. (Not enough time)
Wrote for
one_character challenge.
A/N: This time all the stories are connected together and I'm posting them
in the order in which they should be read. They're just pieced from Scully's
life and I suppose you'd understood them if you wouldn't read in order, but
not completely.
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The shining sun was pleasantly warming her pale skin and she fought the drowsiness, afraid of falling asleep and getting sunburned. Quite a few male's heads turned, while they were passing her by. Sun glistering in her red hair, her body in a one-part swimming suit… She was making a very attractive picture, even if paler skin on her tights betrayed that she didn't get to often spend time like that, laying on the folding-chair next to the big and clean swimming pool.
Sharp sound of the cell-phone's ring made her jump slightly and she set straighter, pulling sunglasses higher on her head. She sighed tormented and reached for a phone laying on the small table next to her, accompanied by an exotic drink with an umbrella.
"Scully."
"I've got the case…"
"Mulder, I'll repeat myself one more time, because I know it's an exotic term for you: vacation. I'm on vacation. No UFOs, no werewolves, no ghosts or demon possessions, got it?"
Scully tried to smile reassuringly at the older woman that just passed her and gave her a weird look.
"How about pagan gods? I'm pretty sure that may be pagan gods…"
"Mulder, no cases at all. You got it?"
"But Scully!" said Mulder agitated. "People are dying!"
"And they won't stop if I'll come back to work. That's how the world goes by."
There was a silence on the other end and Scully bit her lower lip to not laugh at her partner.
"You're a very cruel woman. If it wasn't so sexy I'd really be disappointed in you." She snorted at his comment. "Come on, Scully! Four teenage girls found in a woods without theirs hearts!"
She frowned, taking a sip of her drink.
"Mulder if there was such a case, why it's already in the x-files? Why the specialists of sects didn't take care of that?" She heard him stumbling over his response. "Mulder when those murders happened?"
"Uh… Well first in 1908, but last in 1988."
"Mulder… It can wait another week, really."
"But if there's a pattern…"
"Four murders over eighty years? Mulder, if there's a pattern it may wait another week from being discovered."
"But…"
"Goodbye, Mulder."
Funny that they never said goodbyes unless they really didn't want to talk to each other. And it wasn't even that. She was away on vacation for two days now, but she already kind of missed Mulder. Missed his remarks, obsessions and sense of humor. She caught herself more than once on thoughts, like: Mulder would really like to hear that… (on the trip, when the guide told them about ghost stories of the town), or Mulder would be ecstatic to see it… (when she spotted paper weight made in a shape of May's pyramid).
Still, she definitely didn't miss the job! She smiled at the mare thought and slid the sunglasses on her eyes, laying back to enjoy the sun.
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The tub was enormous… well, at least compared to the one in her apartment. Scully wanted to jump into it the moment she saw it, but decided to be rational and not act like four-year-old on a carnival. She decided to enjoy everything slowly, reminding herself constantly that she had time. Besides, no good bath is rushed.
So in the evening, when she thought she couldn't get more relaxed - thanks to the professional massage she just came back from - she decided to check this theory and have the best bath of her life. Enormous tub filled with hot water mixed with aroma oils and bubbles. Candles - lots of them - set around the whole room and not because the power was out and she had to grab a quick shower, because she smelled of morgue. Just to build the mood. She moaned quietly in pleasure when soft, classic music drifted to her ears from the CD she turned on a second earlier.
It was heaven and she won't let the shrill of the hotel's phone interrupt it. She groaned hearing another signal and praying that certainly someone just picked wrong number and when machine will pick up he'd ask for some Suzy or Betsy…
"Scully? It's me…"
She ducked her head under the water.
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This plan was pure genius. (She thought it up, while soaking in a tub, so it had to be.) When she finally made herself listen to Mulder's message (only because she believed it won’t help matters if she won't) she decided she had to let her partner know how ridiculous this case is, so he maybe will finally leave her alone. On the other hand tough she didn't want to speak with him, because he'll just find dozens of reasons why it's really important and why she should cut her vacation short. And she was afraid that if they'll actually talk, he'd spill his reasons too fast for her to shot them down.
That's why she waited until it was midnight in Washington and then called his office number, thinking that she'll just tell him she just got back and she forgot to call earlier. It was a genius plan, she thought happily amazed with her own sneakiness. Until the second ring that is.
"Mulder."
"Mulder? What the hell are you doing in the office in the middle of the night?" she exclaimed not sure if she's more shocked or irritated.
There was a small silence on the other end, when her partner apparently tried to figure out what this outburst was about.
"Sorry Mum, I know I'm not supposed to watch tv so late, even if you're out of town." She just sighed irritated. "Seriously Scully, why are you calling my office in the middle of the night if I'm not supposed to be here?"
"I… uh… I thought I leave you a message, since I just listened to yours and uh… Didn't want to wake you?"
"Hey, it's me Fox Insomniac Mulder."
"Well… Exactly! What if you actually were asleep? You can't loose the rare chances of full night sleep, because of less-than-important calls!"
She heard him chuckle quietly and cursed at her thoughts that she didn’t think of any better explanation. She almost felt relieved, when he decided to change the topic back onto the case.
"Less-than-important? So, what do you wanna tell me about our new case?"
"It's not 'our' new case. In my opinion, it shouldn't even be 'yours' new case. There's nothing to investigate, even if you found proofs in coroners' reports that the murder weapon was similar."
"Scully, don't you found it at least slightly weird?" he said his voice heated, when he tried to sell her his theory. Even if she was almost sure that he took this case just to interrupt her vacation, she was also now pretty sure he managed to convince himself there really was something to investigate. "Four identical murders in eighty years. Similar, or maybe even the same, murder weapon, but nobody can't think of realistic suggestion what the weapon was and how exactly was it used to pull out the hearts…"
"Yes, it is weird. I agree."
He fell silent, forgetting his tirade to wait for her explanation.
"But?"
"But not worth investigation. Even if there's some connection," she ignored his snort, "between those cases it's nothing paranormal and I bet the local police could handle it as well."
He huffed irritated and she heard him standing up. She was pretty sure he was pacing around the office - as much as phone's cable would allow him - and she smiled. She was winning.
"They won't even look at the connection, because it was eighty years!"
"Exactly," she said, interrupting him. "Eighty years…"
"Scully…"
"What are four days compared to eighty years?"
"But…"
"Goodnight, Mulder. Go to sleep and tomorrow find yourself something better to do than sit in your office for so long." He sighed defeated. "And Mulder?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't even want to see any pencils in the ceiling, got it?"
"Yes, mum," he whimpered, but she could hear that he's smiling too.
She laid back in her bed with a smile. Maybe her genial plan didn't work out, but at least she though she got her message across and will finally find some peace.
When the next day followed with no message from Mulder she almost managed to believe it'd last.
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She had still two days left of her vacation, when the weather broke. It quickly get unpleasantly cold and the rain practically never stopped. And even if the hotel was absolutely amazing and had not only fabulous bathtub and massages, but also the casino, gym and a pleasant restaurant, Scully wondered about coming home. She went out to work on the cases and slept in motels so often that the perspective of spending two free days in her own apartment was more than luring. She almost started packing, before she remembered that Washington meant Mulder, who'd certainly somehow know that she's back and would drag her away on another case.
Scully sighed defeated and fall on her bed, deciding that she may as well indulge in laziness as long as it's possible. She smiled to herself at that thought and closed her eyes.
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Loud banging on the door woke her up suddenly and she jumped startled. She took a deep breath to calm herself and get her bearings after being so brutally pulled out of quite pleasant nap. The noise was repeated and she reached for her gun that was laying on the night table.
"Just a minute," she called to stop the insisting pounding and moved quickly to the door.
She looked through the vizier and let her hand with a gun dropped to her side, while she opened the door and looked at the bright smile of the man behind it.
"We've got a new victim," announced Mulder sounding way too cheerful about the fact.
"Mulder… I hate you," she stated flatly and shook her head, when he just grinned at her wider.
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The End.
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Title: Vacation.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1 660
Pairings: more of Mulder/Scully UST
Warnings: none, I think.
Spoilers: None, I think. Happens somewhere after 'Chinga' tough, since pencils in the ceiling are mentioned.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Used without permission. No money made. Not mine. Used without permission. No money made.
Beta: I'm sorry, but none. (Not enough time)
Wrote for
one_character challenge.
A/N: This time all the stories are connected together and I'm posting them
in the order in which they should be read. They're just pieced from Scully's
life and I suppose you'd understood them if you wouldn't read in order, but
not completely.
+++
The shining sun was pleasantly warming her pale skin and she fought the drowsiness, afraid of falling asleep and getting sunburned. Quite a few male's heads turned, while they were passing her by. Sun glistering in her red hair, her body in a one-part swimming suit… She was making a very attractive picture, even if paler skin on her tights betrayed that she didn't get to often spend time like that, laying on the folding-chair next to the big and clean swimming pool.
Sharp sound of the cell-phone's ring made her jump slightly and she set straighter, pulling sunglasses higher on her head. She sighed tormented and reached for a phone laying on the small table next to her, accompanied by an exotic drink with an umbrella.
"Scully."
"I've got the case…"
"Mulder, I'll repeat myself one more time, because I know it's an exotic term for you: vacation. I'm on vacation. No UFOs, no werewolves, no ghosts or demon possessions, got it?"
Scully tried to smile reassuringly at the older woman that just passed her and gave her a weird look.
"How about pagan gods? I'm pretty sure that may be pagan gods…"
"Mulder, no cases at all. You got it?"
"But Scully!" said Mulder agitated. "People are dying!"
"And they won't stop if I'll come back to work. That's how the world goes by."
There was a silence on the other end and Scully bit her lower lip to not laugh at her partner.
"You're a very cruel woman. If it wasn't so sexy I'd really be disappointed in you." She snorted at his comment. "Come on, Scully! Four teenage girls found in a woods without theirs hearts!"
She frowned, taking a sip of her drink.
"Mulder if there was such a case, why it's already in the x-files? Why the specialists of sects didn't take care of that?" She heard him stumbling over his response. "Mulder when those murders happened?"
"Uh… Well first in 1908, but last in 1988."
"Mulder… It can wait another week, really."
"But if there's a pattern…"
"Four murders over eighty years? Mulder, if there's a pattern it may wait another week from being discovered."
"But…"
"Goodbye, Mulder."
Funny that they never said goodbyes unless they really didn't want to talk to each other. And it wasn't even that. She was away on vacation for two days now, but she already kind of missed Mulder. Missed his remarks, obsessions and sense of humor. She caught herself more than once on thoughts, like: Mulder would really like to hear that… (on the trip, when the guide told them about ghost stories of the town), or Mulder would be ecstatic to see it… (when she spotted paper weight made in a shape of May's pyramid).
Still, she definitely didn't miss the job! She smiled at the mare thought and slid the sunglasses on her eyes, laying back to enjoy the sun.
+
The tub was enormous… well, at least compared to the one in her apartment. Scully wanted to jump into it the moment she saw it, but decided to be rational and not act like four-year-old on a carnival. She decided to enjoy everything slowly, reminding herself constantly that she had time. Besides, no good bath is rushed.
So in the evening, when she thought she couldn't get more relaxed - thanks to the professional massage she just came back from - she decided to check this theory and have the best bath of her life. Enormous tub filled with hot water mixed with aroma oils and bubbles. Candles - lots of them - set around the whole room and not because the power was out and she had to grab a quick shower, because she smelled of morgue. Just to build the mood. She moaned quietly in pleasure when soft, classic music drifted to her ears from the CD she turned on a second earlier.
It was heaven and she won't let the shrill of the hotel's phone interrupt it. She groaned hearing another signal and praying that certainly someone just picked wrong number and when machine will pick up he'd ask for some Suzy or Betsy…
"Scully? It's me…"
She ducked her head under the water.
+
This plan was pure genius. (She thought it up, while soaking in a tub, so it had to be.) When she finally made herself listen to Mulder's message (only because she believed it won’t help matters if she won't) she decided she had to let her partner know how ridiculous this case is, so he maybe will finally leave her alone. On the other hand tough she didn't want to speak with him, because he'll just find dozens of reasons why it's really important and why she should cut her vacation short. And she was afraid that if they'll actually talk, he'd spill his reasons too fast for her to shot them down.
That's why she waited until it was midnight in Washington and then called his office number, thinking that she'll just tell him she just got back and she forgot to call earlier. It was a genius plan, she thought happily amazed with her own sneakiness. Until the second ring that is.
"Mulder."
"Mulder? What the hell are you doing in the office in the middle of the night?" she exclaimed not sure if she's more shocked or irritated.
There was a small silence on the other end, when her partner apparently tried to figure out what this outburst was about.
"Sorry Mum, I know I'm not supposed to watch tv so late, even if you're out of town." She just sighed irritated. "Seriously Scully, why are you calling my office in the middle of the night if I'm not supposed to be here?"
"I… uh… I thought I leave you a message, since I just listened to yours and uh… Didn't want to wake you?"
"Hey, it's me Fox Insomniac Mulder."
"Well… Exactly! What if you actually were asleep? You can't loose the rare chances of full night sleep, because of less-than-important calls!"
She heard him chuckle quietly and cursed at her thoughts that she didn’t think of any better explanation. She almost felt relieved, when he decided to change the topic back onto the case.
"Less-than-important? So, what do you wanna tell me about our new case?"
"It's not 'our' new case. In my opinion, it shouldn't even be 'yours' new case. There's nothing to investigate, even if you found proofs in coroners' reports that the murder weapon was similar."
"Scully, don't you found it at least slightly weird?" he said his voice heated, when he tried to sell her his theory. Even if she was almost sure that he took this case just to interrupt her vacation, she was also now pretty sure he managed to convince himself there really was something to investigate. "Four identical murders in eighty years. Similar, or maybe even the same, murder weapon, but nobody can't think of realistic suggestion what the weapon was and how exactly was it used to pull out the hearts…"
"Yes, it is weird. I agree."
He fell silent, forgetting his tirade to wait for her explanation.
"But?"
"But not worth investigation. Even if there's some connection," she ignored his snort, "between those cases it's nothing paranormal and I bet the local police could handle it as well."
He huffed irritated and she heard him standing up. She was pretty sure he was pacing around the office - as much as phone's cable would allow him - and she smiled. She was winning.
"They won't even look at the connection, because it was eighty years!"
"Exactly," she said, interrupting him. "Eighty years…"
"Scully…"
"What are four days compared to eighty years?"
"But…"
"Goodnight, Mulder. Go to sleep and tomorrow find yourself something better to do than sit in your office for so long." He sighed defeated. "And Mulder?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't even want to see any pencils in the ceiling, got it?"
"Yes, mum," he whimpered, but she could hear that he's smiling too.
She laid back in her bed with a smile. Maybe her genial plan didn't work out, but at least she though she got her message across and will finally find some peace.
When the next day followed with no message from Mulder she almost managed to believe it'd last.
+
She had still two days left of her vacation, when the weather broke. It quickly get unpleasantly cold and the rain practically never stopped. And even if the hotel was absolutely amazing and had not only fabulous bathtub and massages, but also the casino, gym and a pleasant restaurant, Scully wondered about coming home. She went out to work on the cases and slept in motels so often that the perspective of spending two free days in her own apartment was more than luring. She almost started packing, before she remembered that Washington meant Mulder, who'd certainly somehow know that she's back and would drag her away on another case.
Scully sighed defeated and fall on her bed, deciding that she may as well indulge in laziness as long as it's possible. She smiled to herself at that thought and closed her eyes.
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Loud banging on the door woke her up suddenly and she jumped startled. She took a deep breath to calm herself and get her bearings after being so brutally pulled out of quite pleasant nap. The noise was repeated and she reached for her gun that was laying on the night table.
"Just a minute," she called to stop the insisting pounding and moved quickly to the door.
She looked through the vizier and let her hand with a gun dropped to her side, while she opened the door and looked at the bright smile of the man behind it.
"We've got a new victim," announced Mulder sounding way too cheerful about the fact.
"Mulder… I hate you," she stated flatly and shook her head, when he just grinned at her wider.
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The End.
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