Title: Intersections in Realtime
Author: Kelly Moreland
k_a_moreland@hotmail.com 
Archive: anywhere, just tell me
Spoilers: none really.
Rating: R
Category: Angst/UST
Summary: Dreams collide with reality...
Feedback: is what keeps me writing. k_a_moreland@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: In the big inning, CC created M & S, and the
fans saw that it was good. Then CC proclaimed 'Let them have
any fun, and I will sue you!' And the fans saw that this was
bad, and did it anyway! ;-)
Authors Note : Companion piece to Intersections in Dreamtime
1 & 2.-- this is one of my earlier pieces, that has been
revised.
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Mulder pounded his fist against the steering wheel, cursing
under his breath.

"That's not helping." Scully said with a sigh.

He glared at her, and bit back a nasty remark. His
interrupted dream, the shitty weather, and now the close
confines with the object of said dream were taking its toll
on him. Not to mention the fact that she'd been almost two
hours late this morning.

"If you had been on time, we'd have been back to DC by now."
It was out of his mouth before he knew it. Scully turned her
head slowly to face him. Her expression masked.

"So this is my fault?"

No, he knew it wasn't her fault. He was just ill. Of course,
he didn't tell her that. He said nothing in response. Scully
snorted, and turned back to look at the cold rain falling
outside the car. They were stranded, but good.

Mulder stared out his own window as well. They had both
tried their cell phones, but apparently due to the weather,
neither one could get a call out.

"It wasn't my idea to come up to Backwoods, Pennsylvania to
pick up files on yet another flaky case," she muttered,
without looking at him.

"According to you, all the cases I pick are flaky. Hell,
according to you, we don't even need an FBI, because Dana
Scully can explain it all!" He was nearly shouting, and his
head had whipped around to stare at her small form.

"And if she can't, Fox Mulder will find the conspiracy, no
matter how contrived, behind it all!" She yelled back,
facing him now. He breathed heavily, and she was seething.

"What is wrong with you today Scully?" He sneered.

"Me? Who said anything was wrong with me?" She squealed back
at him in shock.

"I say something is wrong with you! You've been biting my
head off all morning, and I want to know why. I even looked
at the calendar, so I know one thing it's not."

She blinked at him for a minute. Not believing what she
heard.

"You keep up with my periods on a calendar?" She asked
softly.

Mulder was in deep shit, and he knew it. He'd kept an eye on
his calendar for years now. When it was that time, he tried
to keep them in the office. Less travel, less strain, less
hassle. He had never intended for her to know about it.

"Yeah. Sort of," he mumbled.

Scully's jaw hung open. "For how long, and WHY?"

Trapped in a web of his own design, he squirmed.
"It wasn't intentional at first." He put on the puppy dog
face.  "I just sort of realized, then made a mental note to
expect you not to feel too well twenty-eight days later.
After that, it was easy. You are as regular as clock work."


Scully flushed and her eyes widened. He did not just say
that, she tried to convince herself.

"I mean," he started.

"Shut up, Mulder. Just shut up."

He managed to, for all of five minutes. "Try to be nice to
someone, and they eat you alive," he muttered, staring out
the window again.

"You call embarrassing me to death, being nice?" Her tone
nearly peeled the skin off his body.

"Embarrassed? Scully, Jesus, we've seen each other at our
very worst, and you are going to be embarrassed about your
period?"

When he put it like that, she felt a little silly, but
still.

"Mulder," she bit back the words 'callous bastard', "It's
just something that is very personal, okay? It does make me
a little uncomfortable to know that you keep up with it."

"It's a natural bodily function for a woman. What's the big
deal?" He sounded casual.

"No big deal, huh? Well, I guess it's similar to me knowing
that you masturbate with your left hand, rather than your
right."

All the air left his lungs in a whoosh, and his faced turned
scarlet.

"What?" he gasped.

"You masturbate with your left hand." she shrugged, mocking
his 'no big deal' statement.

"How would you even know?" he screeched.

"Mulder." She gave him a look that should have been reserved
for a simpleton. "I've seen you naked a few times. I've seen
you clothed and aroused. You use your left hand."

"How do you know?" he was still blushing.

"Tell me I'm wrong," she gloated.

"I just want to know how you reach that assumption," he
tried to sound casual, but failed miserably.

"It's not perfectly straight Mulder, it curves slightly to
the left. It does this from years of being pulled toward the
left side. Get it?"

If the ground beneath him had opened up, Mulder would have
gratefully dived in. He said nothing, so Scully drove the
point home.

"Left curve, left hand, right curve, right hand. Straight to
fellate."

Mulder stared at the downpour outside his window, not
speaking. At this point, he wasn't doing too good a job of
just breathing.

Suddenly he turned back to her. "Straight to fellate?"

"An old saying from Med school. But it's true. Don't even
try to deny it. The evidence is right there," she pointed to
his lap, which being the subject of conversation had decided
to see what was up. He fidgeted his legs around, trying to
hide the obvious.

"Now you feel as embarrassed as I do." She nodded smugly to
him.

"I'm sorry Scully. But at least I can say I didn't set out
to embarrass you." He grunted quietly.

"Doesn't matter. Just drop it Mulder." She stared back out
her window. Keeping her mind off her dream from that morning
wasn't easy. Especially now.

"You still haven't told me why you're so cranky today," he
muttered.

"Maybe I just needed five more minutes of sleep this
morning. I'm tired that's all," she sighed.

"Not been sleeping well?" He asked, genuine concern in his
voice.

"I've been sleeping, but not resting."

"Yeah. I could have stayed in bed five more minutes myself
today," he sighed, "but probably not for the same reasons as
you."

"Must have been a good dream." Scully said, her face still
toward the window.

Mulder almost gave himself whiplash, turning to look at her.
She still stared out the window. "What do you mean by that?"
He asked.

"Nothing," she shrugged.

"Really. What do you mean by that?" He insisted. Scully
looked at him now. Something was wrong; his face was
pinched, strained.

"Nothing," she said again, wondering what was up with him.
He was silent for a minute, but he didn't seem to have the
answer he wanted.

"What did you think I meant?" She asked.

"Well, you know all about Little Mulder, so I thought maybe
you knew all about my dreams, too."

She barked laughter at 'Little Mulder'.

"I'm sorry," she gasped, getting herself under control,
"I've never understood why men insist on naming their
dicks."

"Because we don't want an absolute stranger making all our
decisions," he grinned.

"So, was it a good dream?" She asked, still smiling.

"It was great," he answered, squirming in his seat a little.

"Want to tell me about it?"

"Only if you tell me about one of yours. Quid Pro Quo."

"All right. You first."

"OK. I was in bed with a woman."

"That's it? My, my. No wonder you didn't want to get up this
morning. Must have been a blast," she stated dryly.

"Scully, she was only the most beautiful woman in the world.
And I would have given anything to spend the rest of my life
right there in that bed with her." His voice was soft and
distant.

"So who was it?" she asked, noting his dreamy expression. He
must have no idea how sexy he looks, when he lost in
thought, she mused.

"Uhh.. no one. I mean, just a woman."

"Ahh, I see."

"Your turn," he prodded.

"I was on the beach with a man."

"Go on."

"He was tall, handsome, even beautiful, and swimming naked.
What more do you need to know?"

If it was me, his mind screamed.

"Hubba, hubba, Scully. Was he good?"

"He always is." she smiled secretively.

"Who is he--" A sudden tap on the window by his head made
him jump.

Mulder rolled down the window quickly.

"Highway patrol sir, are you two all right?"

Not now, he thought.

"Actually, the car is dead and we can't get a tow truck with
our cell phones. Can you call us one?" Mulder asked, showing
his badge.

"Sure thing. I can have one here for you in ten minutes."
The trooper answered, walking back toward his car.

"Mulder?" Scully said softly, laying her hand on his arm. He
looked over at her.

"Who was the woman in your dream?"

His throat tightened. He couldn't tell her.

"You don't think it was you, do you?" He laughed nervously.

"God forbid you should ever lose any sleep over me." She
snorted, trying to hide the hurt.

"If I ever find myself in a position over you, sleep will be
the last thing on my mind." He was shocked at his own
honesty.

But Scully smiled. Actually, she beamed.

For the first time that day, he said the right thing.



Fini~