My friend thought this was hot...
so I felt okay about posting it. It's my first f/f and a prequel, in two parts.
Part 1
"You wanted to see me, Dr. Scully?"
Megan figured referring to the other agent's medical training might help hide the fact that she'd been stalling Dr. Scully's request for a meet and greet. Women agents had to stick together, but there had been so many rumors about the enigmatic redhead, she was cautious about saying anything about seeing her to the other rookie agents.Still, it was a race to the bottom.
"Find out if the carpet matches the drapes."
"Oh, I'm sure they do. Just like your mother's," Megan said, evenly, the flush in her cheeks being the only sign that she was really pissed. She got irritated just remembering, but at least she didn't cry. Some agents clapped and saluted her burn, but Roberts' asshole buddy Thomas said "I hear she fucked a yeti."
"Well, maybe she got a look at this class of cadets and decided to quit slumming. You know how it is. Or you would, if you ever shaved your back...I don't know why I'm so hot on studying profiling...there are enough sick minds right here."
She had heard it all, of course. Stories about Scully robbing graves and howling naked at the moon. She'd even seen her freaky partner one day while she was studying at the library. Ok, she had to admit it.She checked him out, just a little. She was feeling punchy and fried from studying ballistics...her worst thing. Too much math. Also, she wanted to know what made such an attractive man look like he'd been experimenting with a Do It Yourself appendectomy kit.
"Hi," she told him. "How are you tonight?"
He darted a quick glance at her, before looking at the darkening sky and mumbling "It's right in front of you, but nobody notices."
Freak. Even if he had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of.
"Nice to meet you too,"
Item one for the wannabe profiler"Sarcasm is wasted on the insane." because Moulder just took off like he was on fire.
"jeez...what's his problem?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you.... I never do." Dr. Scully said. " And, yet..." It seemed like she wanted to say something else, but she didn't, just looked at Megan so long that Megan blushed. The resulting silence and proximity gave Megan time to notice that Scully smelled nice, not at all what she pictured. She supposed she pictured some mix of ashes and stagnant water, something creepy, to match all the creepy-crawlies she chased. But Scully smelled fanitly of roses.Jesus, Reeves, what is going on with you, noticing how women smell? But, c'mon, you've thought of it, right? You went to college.
But before girls kissing was a shortcut to a free drink. Megan bought her own drinks. She focused her attention on Dr. Scully again, trying to look wideyed, sympathetic and helpful, and not like being close to the good doctor was unaccountably affecting her pulse rate. Her mouth was suddenly dry, but she croaked out "And yet?"
Scully's manner turned brisk. "Oh, that's all right, Reeves. I don't want to burden you with that."
"Megan. And you can, if you would like."
"Now, that is surprising."
Now, that is surprising."
"What is?" she asked, feeling as if somebody had thrown her bathroom door open as she was about to get in the shower.
Scully chuckled, a soft sound that didn't seem to match the lab coat. "Don't worry...you're not in trouble. you do great work. You just don't look like a Megan. Megans have frilly beds and sticker books. You know?"
"That was me,age ten." Megan offered. "But I also fixed my own bike. I got rid of the canopy a long time ago, by the way."
"Good to know,"
"What's your first name?"
"Dana,"
"You really do look like a Dana."
"I wouldn't know...I'm always Scully now."
"Yeah, I understand."
Megan got a little ego- boost off that encounter but didn't really think about it again until she was out for drinks with the agent cadet she would hereafter refer to solely as Ronnie The Scumbag. She knew instantly that he had taken her to a public place to avoid a scene, but the place was a dump, not in line with Ronnie's usual finicky tastes.
"You have to help me, Megan." he told her. "I don't want to cheat on you, but I'm a slave to my biology. I can't help it." And he looked downcast and pathetic, which is how he wormed his way into her Jockey-for-Her in the first place, and Megan wavered.She took a sip from her rum-and-Coke and made a face. "This tastes like hand sanitizer."
"Do you want another one?" he asked, like he was Mr. Fix-it or the Handyman in that James Taylor song.
"Yeah, maybe," she told him. "But mostly I want to get back to the world before you thought I was a complete idiot."
"I never thought that."
"C'mon, Ronnie. We're studying to be FBI agents...you don't think I'm gonna read my credit-card statements? I mean, unless you're wearing those thongs..."
"Would that help? Because I could do that."
She had to laugh. But then she crossed over to his side of the table and poured the watered down drink into his lap. He sputtered while she flagged the waitress.
"Hon, you got a clean-up on aisle seven here. Also, I want enough Bacardi to float half of Jamaica...do you think you can do that?"
The waitress hesitated, but the twenty bucks Megan offered did a lot to clear that up.
By the time Scully arrived, it was like Megan had found her own little Margaritaville, only without margaritas, because just the thought of tequila made her sick, these days.Scully was showing just a tiny hint of cleavage, and suddenly Megan felt like "Ronnie who?"
He skulked out
Part 1
"You wanted to see me, Dr. Scully?"
Megan figured referring to the other agent's medical training might help hide the fact that she'd been stalling Dr. Scully's request for a meet and greet. Women agents had to stick together, but there had been so many rumors about the enigmatic redhead, she was cautious about saying anything about seeing her to the other rookie agents.Still, it was a race to the bottom.
"Find out if the carpet matches the drapes."
"Oh, I'm sure they do. Just like your mother's," Megan said, evenly, the flush in her cheeks being the only sign that she was really pissed. She got irritated just remembering, but at least she didn't cry. Some agents clapped and saluted her burn, but Roberts' asshole buddy Thomas said "I hear she fucked a yeti."
"Well, maybe she got a look at this class of cadets and decided to quit slumming. You know how it is. Or you would, if you ever shaved your back...I don't know why I'm so hot on studying profiling...there are enough sick minds right here."
She had heard it all, of course. Stories about Scully robbing graves and howling naked at the moon. She'd even seen her freaky partner one day while she was studying at the library. Ok, she had to admit it.She checked him out, just a little. She was feeling punchy and fried from studying ballistics...her worst thing. Too much math. Also, she wanted to know what made such an attractive man look like he'd been experimenting with a Do It Yourself appendectomy kit.
"Hi," she told him. "How are you tonight?"
He darted a quick glance at her, before looking at the darkening sky and mumbling "It's right in front of you, but nobody notices."
Freak. Even if he had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of.
"Nice to meet you too,"
Item one for the wannabe profiler"Sarcasm is wasted on the insane." because Moulder just took off like he was on fire.
"jeez...what's his problem?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you.... I never do." Dr. Scully said. " And, yet..." It seemed like she wanted to say something else, but she didn't, just looked at Megan so long that Megan blushed. The resulting silence and proximity gave Megan time to notice that Scully smelled nice, not at all what she pictured. She supposed she pictured some mix of ashes and stagnant water, something creepy, to match all the creepy-crawlies she chased. But Scully smelled fanitly of roses.Jesus, Reeves, what is going on with you, noticing how women smell? But, c'mon, you've thought of it, right? You went to college.
But before girls kissing was a shortcut to a free drink. Megan bought her own drinks. She focused her attention on Dr. Scully again, trying to look wideyed, sympathetic and helpful, and not like being close to the good doctor was unaccountably affecting her pulse rate. Her mouth was suddenly dry, but she croaked out "And yet?"
Scully's manner turned brisk. "Oh, that's all right, Reeves. I don't want to burden you with that."
"Megan. And you can, if you would like."
"Now, that is surprising."
Now, that is surprising."
"What is?" she asked, feeling as if somebody had thrown her bathroom door open as she was about to get in the shower.
Scully chuckled, a soft sound that didn't seem to match the lab coat. "Don't worry...you're not in trouble. you do great work. You just don't look like a Megan. Megans have frilly beds and sticker books. You know?"
"That was me,age ten." Megan offered. "But I also fixed my own bike. I got rid of the canopy a long time ago, by the way."
"Good to know,"
"What's your first name?"
"Dana,"
"You really do look like a Dana."
"I wouldn't know...I'm always Scully now."
"Yeah, I understand."
Megan got a little ego- boost off that encounter but didn't really think about it again until she was out for drinks with the agent cadet she would hereafter refer to solely as Ronnie The Scumbag. She knew instantly that he had taken her to a public place to avoid a scene, but the place was a dump, not in line with Ronnie's usual finicky tastes.
"You have to help me, Megan." he told her. "I don't want to cheat on you, but I'm a slave to my biology. I can't help it." And he looked downcast and pathetic, which is how he wormed his way into her Jockey-for-Her in the first place, and Megan wavered.She took a sip from her rum-and-Coke and made a face. "This tastes like hand sanitizer."
"Do you want another one?" he asked, like he was Mr. Fix-it or the Handyman in that James Taylor song.
"Yeah, maybe," she told him. "But mostly I want to get back to the world before you thought I was a complete idiot."
"I never thought that."
"C'mon, Ronnie. We're studying to be FBI agents...you don't think I'm gonna read my credit-card statements? I mean, unless you're wearing those thongs..."
"Would that help? Because I could do that."
She had to laugh. But then she crossed over to his side of the table and poured the watered down drink into his lap. He sputtered while she flagged the waitress.
"Hon, you got a clean-up on aisle seven here. Also, I want enough Bacardi to float half of Jamaica...do you think you can do that?"
The waitress hesitated, but the twenty bucks Megan offered did a lot to clear that up.
By the time Scully arrived, it was like Megan had found her own little Margaritaville, only without margaritas, because just the thought of tequila made her sick, these days.Scully was showing just a tiny hint of cleavage, and suddenly Megan felt like "Ronnie who?"
He skulked out