Fic: Snap (Scully & Mulder)
Title: Snap
Fandom: The X Files
Characters: Scully & Mulder
Prompt: bad mood
Word Count: 794
Rating: G
Summary: Scully has gone off the deep end. Mulder follows. As does a pencil.
Notes: Written for banana7pancakes. This one is a little rough and I have nooo idea how it evolved into.. well, this. Hopefully it's somewhat enjoyable regardless.
“No, Mulder. How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t want to go with you. Not today.” Scully glared across her desk at her partner. Between her finger and thumb, she gripped a pencil a little too tightly. As she continued to fiddle with it and apply pressure to it, there was a loud snap.
Mulder jumped a little and ducked his head, pointedly not looking at her. “Fine. We’ll go later.” He said nothing about the pencil.
Clenching her jaw and glared at the top of his head, Scully ignored his mumbled response. She laid the pencil’s corpse down on her desk. “Great. Just what I need.” She fished around in the drawers of her desk. Loudly. She shifted some papers around on her desk. Then she sighed.
Mulder sighed also.
“Mulder. Do you have a spare pen? Mulder?”
He shook his head and said nothing.
“Mulder!”
“What? Scully, what do you want?” He slammed his own pen down to his desk and stood up. “Is it so wrong that I wanted to spend a little time with your outside the office today? Is it?”
“What?!” she said.
“That’s all I wanted. A quick walk. Maybe an ice cream. But you’re so set on staying indoors and ... you’re acting like a crazy person, Scully! What is wrong with you today?”
“What’s wrong with me?! What about what’s wrong with you, Mulder?” She stood up too and crossed her arms over her chest, fists clenched tightly in the nooks of her arms.
Mulder took a step closer. She did the same. He took another step. She took another step.
They stood there, facing each other, faces inches apart, breathing heavy and fire in their eyes. And then Mulder turned away slightly. “You know what? I’m done with this. I’ll take that walk on my own.”
“Great,” Scully said. “Go.”
He didn’t move.
“Well?” she hinted.
Mulder seemed shell-shocked, in a completely different world.
“Mulder!” she yelled at him and poked him hard in the chest.
“Ow!” He glared at her. “Uh... Scully?”
“What?” she snapped angrily.
“You remember that stupid project of yours that-“
“My projects aren’t stupid! You’re stupid!”
“-that affects chemical levels and makes people angry?”
Judging by the look on her face, she did. “What the hell has that got to do with this? Mulder, you’re being moronic.”
“And so are you,” he pointed out. It was more of a hiss.
“That doesn’t mean that-“
“What does it mean then?” he said.
Scully groaned. She ran her hands through her hair, slowly scraping her scalp and trying to get rid of some of the rage inside. Usually the action would help at least a little bit. Today, not so much. “Come here,” she said, and without so much as a glance, she grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the basement, to the elevator.
Her grip was surprisingly strong. He hit her shoulder hard enough almost to dislocate it, but still she held onto him. Her grip was iron.
“Hey, ow!”
She let him go for the ride. When they reached their intended floor, she gripped him again, her nails breaking skin and drawing blood. She dragged him to the lab, through waves of curious and startled onlookers, like a lioness carrying her kill back to her cubs.
Finally, they reached the lab. Scully found the nearest tech and growled a warning to him, barely understandable. The tech hurried off without protest, only to return a minute later with two very large needles.
Mulder struggled against Scully’s grip. “Let go of me!” he warned.
“Or what?” she argued, clearly still pissed off. “You’ll bite me?”
“I will!” he said. “I will bite you!” As if to prove his words true, he stopped trying to pull from her grasp and started angling his face to bite her. “There has to be another way,” he said. “Something without needles. Or do you like to see me in pain? Do you want to see your friend here shove a needle in me and make me hurt?”
Scully growled at him. There was no other way to put it. She growled. Low, guttural.
And then she screeched out a scream.
The tech had taken the opportunity - their ranting at one another - as an opportunity to stab the needle into her. A moment later, Mulder screamed too.
+++
The next day, they sat quietly at their desks. “So, Scully. You want to get that ice cream?”
“No, Mulder,” Scully said. “Not today. Stop asking me that!”
Mulder physically cringed. His hand automatically went to his arm where tiny half-moon scars were already starting to form.
“Joking,” she said, getting up and grabbing her coat. “I could do with a frozen yogurt.”
fin.
Fandom: The X Files
Characters: Scully & Mulder
Prompt: bad mood
Word Count: 794
Rating: G
Summary: Scully has gone off the deep end. Mulder follows. As does a pencil.
Notes: Written for banana7pancakes. This one is a little rough and I have nooo idea how it evolved into.. well, this. Hopefully it's somewhat enjoyable regardless.
“No, Mulder. How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t want to go with you. Not today.” Scully glared across her desk at her partner. Between her finger and thumb, she gripped a pencil a little too tightly. As she continued to fiddle with it and apply pressure to it, there was a loud snap.
Mulder jumped a little and ducked his head, pointedly not looking at her. “Fine. We’ll go later.” He said nothing about the pencil.
Clenching her jaw and glared at the top of his head, Scully ignored his mumbled response. She laid the pencil’s corpse down on her desk. “Great. Just what I need.” She fished around in the drawers of her desk. Loudly. She shifted some papers around on her desk. Then she sighed.
Mulder sighed also.
“Mulder. Do you have a spare pen? Mulder?”
He shook his head and said nothing.
“Mulder!”
“What? Scully, what do you want?” He slammed his own pen down to his desk and stood up. “Is it so wrong that I wanted to spend a little time with your outside the office today? Is it?”
“What?!” she said.
“That’s all I wanted. A quick walk. Maybe an ice cream. But you’re so set on staying indoors and ... you’re acting like a crazy person, Scully! What is wrong with you today?”
“What’s wrong with me?! What about what’s wrong with you, Mulder?” She stood up too and crossed her arms over her chest, fists clenched tightly in the nooks of her arms.
Mulder took a step closer. She did the same. He took another step. She took another step.
They stood there, facing each other, faces inches apart, breathing heavy and fire in their eyes. And then Mulder turned away slightly. “You know what? I’m done with this. I’ll take that walk on my own.”
“Great,” Scully said. “Go.”
He didn’t move.
“Well?” she hinted.
Mulder seemed shell-shocked, in a completely different world.
“Mulder!” she yelled at him and poked him hard in the chest.
“Ow!” He glared at her. “Uh... Scully?”
“What?” she snapped angrily.
“You remember that stupid project of yours that-“
“My projects aren’t stupid! You’re stupid!”
“-that affects chemical levels and makes people angry?”
Judging by the look on her face, she did. “What the hell has that got to do with this? Mulder, you’re being moronic.”
“And so are you,” he pointed out. It was more of a hiss.
“That doesn’t mean that-“
“What does it mean then?” he said.
Scully groaned. She ran her hands through her hair, slowly scraping her scalp and trying to get rid of some of the rage inside. Usually the action would help at least a little bit. Today, not so much. “Come here,” she said, and without so much as a glance, she grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the basement, to the elevator.
Her grip was surprisingly strong. He hit her shoulder hard enough almost to dislocate it, but still she held onto him. Her grip was iron.
“Hey, ow!”
She let him go for the ride. When they reached their intended floor, she gripped him again, her nails breaking skin and drawing blood. She dragged him to the lab, through waves of curious and startled onlookers, like a lioness carrying her kill back to her cubs.
Finally, they reached the lab. Scully found the nearest tech and growled a warning to him, barely understandable. The tech hurried off without protest, only to return a minute later with two very large needles.
Mulder struggled against Scully’s grip. “Let go of me!” he warned.
“Or what?” she argued, clearly still pissed off. “You’ll bite me?”
“I will!” he said. “I will bite you!” As if to prove his words true, he stopped trying to pull from her grasp and started angling his face to bite her. “There has to be another way,” he said. “Something without needles. Or do you like to see me in pain? Do you want to see your friend here shove a needle in me and make me hurt?”
Scully growled at him. There was no other way to put it. She growled. Low, guttural.
And then she screeched out a scream.
The tech had taken the opportunity - their ranting at one another - as an opportunity to stab the needle into her. A moment later, Mulder screamed too.
+++
The next day, they sat quietly at their desks. “So, Scully. You want to get that ice cream?”
“No, Mulder,” Scully said. “Not today. Stop asking me that!”
Mulder physically cringed. His hand automatically went to his arm where tiny half-moon scars were already starting to form.
“Joking,” she said, getting up and grabbing her coat. “I could do with a frozen yogurt.”
fin.