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Hi everyone, thought I'd share this pointless lil story I cooked up late one
night. Hope everyone enjoys it, and gives me feedback ;*) K@tie
From:Katie at DKScully@juno.com
Category:MSR
Date:April 3 1997
Summary: It's late, and M&S are looking over files. Scully falls asleep,
and Mulder ponders his feelings before putting her to bed, and accidently
ending up there himself ;*)
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do NOT belong to me, they belong to CC,
1013, and FOX.
Author's Note: This story really has no purpose. Many authors think
Scully smells like strawberries, so I thought I'd publicly agree with them
through an entire story <G> Enjoy!
Strawberry Scully
It was late, and Mulder had guessed Scully fell asleep about two
hours ago. He had just looked up from a file to find that she had crashed.
This case was tough, and he admired her for staying awake as long as
she did. His poor little strawberry. "Strawberry?" Where had that come
from? He bent in towards her hair, and realized she *did* smell like
strawberries.
<Hmmm> He wondered. And just when did he start classifing her as
his? That would be a toughie.
Ever since Tooms, he had felt as if Scully belonged to him. If not
totally, then just a part of her. Over the years, she just seemed to mesh
in with him, and one day, boom, she was his.
He even thought she agreed to be in his possesion. She shot him an
ocassional glance whenever his teritorial instincts went over his head,
but she never actually corrected him when he stood more than a little
close to her whenever they walked through a big city, or in front of
every male she came in contact with. Once she had even accused him
of living like a cave man.
He bring in food, and she stay by his side and bare children barefooted.
Though he laughed at the joke, he couldn't help wondering what it would
be like to be Scully's husband, and help her raise kids. Quite frankly, it
scared the hell out of him. Such responsibilities, would be too much for
him. He barely managed to keep his fish alive. Kids were out of the
question.
For now anyway, he added grinning. All he knew was Scully
was his present, part of his past, and if he had a say in it, the rest of his
future. With that, he looked again at his peacefully sleeping partner.
There goes that ownership thing again. If she woke up like that in the
morining, she'd need a chiropractor to turn her head. Waking her would
only disturb her peacefulness, so he carefully lifted her into his arms,
and made his way over to her bedroom.
Pushing the door open gently with his hip, he easily laid her down. Now
what to do? She was in her sweats, so he figured she'd be comfortable
enough. He pulled the covers back, and tucked her in. Giving her a good
night kiss on her forehead, he decided it might be a good idea to stay
around for a while, and maybe read another file.
Two A.M. turned into six A.M. and Mulder was still asleep. What
had started out as reading a file, and watching over Dana, turned into
slupming down on the head board, and dozing for four hours.
Strawberries. He smelled strawberries. Oh boy, this couldn't be good.
He contemplated opening his eyes. Finally, they flung open to see a
copper forest. Huh? Uh oh. No copper forest. Auburn hair. Scully's
auburn hair. Before he could roll away, Scully awoke, and saw him
beside her. Busted.
"Mulder? What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I must have fallen asleep. See, last night, I put you to bed,
and decided to stick around and read some files. I guess I dozed off."
He offered a sheepish grin almost as..... an apology? What was he
apoligizing for? Then when he thought about it, he didn't really need an
excuse for apoligizing to Dana. She had the power to make him feel
guilty simply with her thoughts.
"Thank you for putting me in my bed."
"Thank *you* for not shooting *me* for ending up in your bed." He
smiled. "Hey,
Scully?"
"Hmmm?"
"Did I ever tell you that you smell like strawberries?"
She looked at him strangely as if he had just sprouted antlers.
"No, Mulder, you didn't."
"Well, you do, and I like it." He said cheerfully, sliding an arm
around her shoulders.
She didn't know what had come over him, but it was kind of nice,
so she didn't complain, and just laid her head back in his arms, under his
chin, with her knees pulled up to her chest. She smiled and looked up at
him.
"What? You do. You smell like strawberries."
She nodded, humoring him. "If you say so, Mulder."
"My strawberry Scully." He proclaimed softly in her ear.
The End
Ok, that's it. No, it really had no point, and I know it's not that
good, but it was cooked up on a half running brain at 12:00 A.M. so give
me a break :*) Please send anything you want to tell me about my story
to dkscully@juno.com Absolutely everything is appreciated, especially
fames, I find they build character. :*) K@tie
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