Twisted 1/3 
By Crash 
mamymac@juno.com 
MSR/Angst 
NC-17 for sexual situations so hide the kiddies. 
Spoilers: Nothing too overt, one reference pre-5 reference, but deals 
with situations from US 5. 
Summary: A nasty storm forces Mulder and Scully to deal with the 
whirlwind of their own feelings. 
Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance 
Disclaimer: Aren't mine, none of 'em. Mulder, no. Scully, no. Skinner, 
no. Just having fun...or in this case having a bit of an angsty old 
time. No copyright infringement intended. 
Feedback? Yes please. I thrive on it. 
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The cursor was blinking accusingly at Dana Scully, but she didn't see 
it. Her eyes were focused on a wall of threatening dark clouds 
descending on the small motor lodge. The green and yellow paisley 
curtains billowed in the wind and a blast of cool air ruffled her copper 
hair. A small sigh escaped her lips as she forced her attention back to 
the flickering screen of her laptop. 
 
Scully's fingers flew over the keys, she wanted to get the report 
finished and saved before a particularly bad Kansas thunderstorm blew 
her laptop and it's files into oblivion. She just had a few more 
paragraphs to type, a summation of her autopsies on the three victims. 
Victims of some bizarre occult ritual. 
 
Mulder had sworn it was demonic possession, leading them to a fight that 
rivaled their rift in Comity. Scully's jaw tightened at the thought. The 
wind picked up outside, howling slightly through the open window. She 
hoped it would blow her recalcitrant partner back to the hotel. As angry 
as she was with him, she didn't like the idea of him being out in a 
potentially dangerous storm. Her eyes cut back to the television. She'd 
muted the sound but could see the severe thunderstorm warning crawling 
along the bottom of the screen. 
 
Scully was fairly sure she'd torn it with Mulder when she'd thrown the 
evidence in his face. She had to admit to herself she'd been harsh. But 
the case was textbook occult. They'd even discovered the ring leader 
wasn't really able to move things with his mind, he'd just found a way 
to be really clever with thread. She'd really pushed that point with 
Mulder, and in retrospect was sure he'd felt she'd been accusing him of 
a poor investigation of the boy's true abilities. 
 
Mulder's faith in extraterrestrials had been tested, but for some reason 
his beliefs in other areas paranormal were never shaken. Scully herself 
had become more of a believer, but this case was way outside the realm 
of the remotely plausible. Mulder couldn't see it. 
 
In some respects, Scully was relieved he was back to arguing with her 
over these things. It meant he'd come out of his funk. But she was not 
happy it had led this acrimonious argument that sent him flying from 
their hotel in a rage. 
 
"You just can't cut me a break can you, Scully? You're so damn mired in 
that scientific crap you find so routine you can't step out of it 
anymore. Honestly, I think it's reflex with you now." 
 
"I'm set in my ways? You're the one who failed to realize a less than 
sophisticated 16 year old was pulling one over on you with a 59 cent 
spool of thread from Wal-Mart!" 
 
His face had clouded over and he'd thrown a file folder at her. "Damn 
you, Scully," he'd said in a defeated voice and then stormed out of the 
room. She'd seen the tan Crown Vic pull away from the hotel. So now she 
had no way of leaving if she wanted too. /Ditched again./ Scully 
finished typing the last lines of her report, clicked save and shut down 
the computer. Rain began to smash against the ground outside. She 
quickly stood and shut the window as a loud clap of thunder and large 
bolt of lightening filled the ever-darkening sky. She jumped as the 
adjoining door between she and Mulder's room crashed open. His hair was 
wet and clinging to his head and his eyes looked altogether wild. 
 
"Mulder?" 
 
He crossed the room in three short strides, managing to scoop up her 
shoes almost without looking, and thrust them into her chest. 
 
"There's no time, put these on we have to go," his voice was short and 
clipped and Scully couldn't recall ever seeing him look like this. Raw 
fear filled his face. She opened her mouth to speak, but he grabbed her 
arm roughly and pushed her toward the door. "One floor, no basement 
Scully. This place is going to be flattened." 
 
She barely managed to grab the laptop and her purse as he moved her out 
the door and started running for the car. 
 
The rain had let up and the air had grown deathly still. Scully noted 
the sky had turned the same hideous shade of green as the curtains in 
their hotel rooms. An ozone smell stung her nose. 
 
"Mulder, where the hell are we going in such a damn hurry?" 
 
"Get in the car and for once don't fucking argue with me Dana!" He 
paused momentarily and then pinned her with his eyes again, "Please." 
 
Scully pulled the car door open roughly and climbed in, slamming the 
door for effect. She pulled the seat belt over her and then crossed her 
arms in defiance over her chest. Her body jerked as Mulder threw the car 
into gear and sped out of the parking lot. Neither spoke for several 
minutes. 
 
Scully's eyes darted around the car and finally landed on the rear view 
mirror. Her eyes widened in shock. Several miles behind them she could 
see a funnel cloud moving it's way along the ground. Her mouth fell open 
and she whipped her head around to look at Mulder. He'd obviously seen 
it because she felt the car lurch forward as he accelerated further. 
 
"Mulder, we can't out run it. You've got to find some place to pull over 
that we can get under cover quickly." 
 
"I'm aware of that Scully," he barked angrily. Scully turned her head to 
see the twister rapidly gaining ground on them. She turned her head back 
to the front of the car as Mulder was turning onto a dirt road. She 
recognized the spot. The ring leader of the occult had held his rituals 
near this area, she remembered being there before. 
 
"There is an abandoned cellar here," Mulder grumbled, "I got that much 
out of the little bastard when I was interrogating him. He kept his 
weapons there." 
 
Mulder pulled the car over and they both bolted. Scully almost fell but 
Mulder caught her and pulled her back up. They approached the cellar 
doors and discovered they'd been padlocked. 
 
"Shit!" Scully screamed over the deafening roar. The tornado was only 
about a of a half mile away and there was no way they'd gain any more 
distance with the car. She heard two loud pops and turned to see Mulder 
had blown the lock off the doors with his gun. He grabbed her arm again 
and pushed her into the opening. 
 
She stumbled down the stairs and landed against a wall, a rush of air 
left her lungs and she swore. Light leaked into a small corner of the 
room as Mulder pulled the cord on the small 100 Watt bulb hanging near 
the wall. Mulder grabbed a crow bar near the entrance and shoved it 
between the handles of the cellar door and then jumped down the stairs. 
The doors had started to rattle even before he got down them and the 
roar had become even louder. Mulder ran faster as he hit the floor of 
the cellar and pushed Scully further back into the small dark space and 
then pushed her to the ground, his body lying over hers. 
 
Scully was pissed. She'd had just about enough of his pushing her around 
and she wanted to tell him but the noise above them made talking 
impossible. The doors were really rattling and she wondered if they'd 
come off and she and her pushy partner would be sucked into the vortex. 
 
But at that moment she had more pressing concerns. Namely, her partner's 
heavy body that was pressing on her much smaller one. She squirmed 
slightly in an effort to wriggle from beneath him and then she felt his 
arms press down harder on hers. Suddenly his mouth found her ear. 
 
"Don't!" He said over the din. She stilled again. The roar grew louder 
and suddenly there was a deafening crash behind them. She whipped her 
head around to see the front end of the Crown Vic, now embedded in what 
used to be the cellar doors. /This is not good./ 
 
Then the lights went out. /Even worse./ 
 
Moments later, the roar was gone and a deafening quiet filled the small 
cellar. Mulder was still caging her to the floor with his body. Scully 
wriggled a little harder this time. 
 
"Mulder, dammit you're heavy, let me up." 
 
"Ooh, but what if I want to wrestle, Scully?" He said mockingly. 
 
/Oh great, it's Mr. Mercurial today. First he's pissed at me now he's 
playing with me./ 
 
"I mean it Mulder, let me up!" She twisted and turned in an attempt to 
get away from him but wound up rolling over under him so they lie facing 
one another. She started to bring her arms up to push him away but he 
pinned them again. 
 
"What's the matter Scully? Do you feel trapped?" His tone was angry 
again. 
 
"Mulder, what the hell is your problem?" 
 
"Same as yours, Scully? I'm trapped in my beliefs just like your trapped 
in your science, but some how you don't seem to mind. I'd like to see 
you mind." 
 
Scully twisted again and inadvertently ground her hips against his. She 
discovered another reason Mulder might be frustrated. She froze and her 
eyes flicked to his. 
 
"I'm a prisoner of that too when it comes to..." He trailed off and then 
jumped off of her body, retreating to a corner. Scully continued to lie 
prone, staring at him in disbelief. "I suppose you totally loathe me 
now," he grumbled staring at his feet. 
 
She slowly rose up on her elbows and then pushed herself up. 
 
"Mulder...look we've got to figure out how to get out of here and we 
also need to see if this car is leaking any gas into the room. Where's 
your flashlight? I can't do this alone, will you please come over here 
and help me?"Scully heard the rustle of fabric and suddenly a small 
light illuminated her partner's sleepy features. The half-light made him 
look even darker than usual. She heard thunder outside. Another storm 
was approaching. 
 
They had to walk close together in order to see. Although he was just 
steps behind her, Mulder wouldn't look at her face. /God, Mulder not 
now./ They inched their way to the car in silence. 
 
She got to the car and couldn't smell any gas. The front part of the car 
was a complete mess from being dropped through the doors, but the back 
end remained relatively intact. The main problem was going to be 
figuring out how to get the car out of the entrance. Crawling through 
the vehicle wasn't an option, all four doors were jammed in the entrance 
of the cellar. But they could get to the windows in the front, at least 
on the driver's side. Scully wasn't sure how much good that would do 
them, though. 
 
"I can't believe this...there's just no way we can get out of here," she 
turned around to look at Mulder. She couldn't really see his face in the 
dim light but she could tell he was looking at his feet in full blown 
Mulder-pout. Scully hung her head. "Don't do this now, Mulder. I need 
you to help get us out of this mess, everything else is going to have to 
wait until then." 
 
His shadow rose it's head. Scully heard him reach inside his suit coat 
again. A loud metallic beep signaled his cell phone coming to life. He 
dialed a number and waited. 
 
"What?" She asked. 
 
"All circuits are busy." 
 
"Damn! Well turn it off, you'll run down the battery." 
 
Mulder's shadow nodded. "We're going to need another flashlight too, 
this little pen light isn't going to do us much good. I think there's 
one in the glove box of the car." 
 
"OK, how do you propose we get at that?" 
 
Scully watched as the tiny penlight swung around the room. She heard 
Mulder moving around and then she heard him announce, "Here we go." 
She heard him walk toward her again. She could barely make out the large 
board he was carrying, but knew it would do the trick. 
 
He was suddenly standing next too her. "Hold the flashlight towards the 
windows, Scully.and stand back." 
 
She moved away and aimed the flash light at the window of the driver's 
side. 
 
WHOCK! 
 
WAAACK! 
 
CRUNCH! 
 
The glass gave way only partially. Mulder, kept pushing the board in to 
knock out all the glass. He ran it's rough edges around the rim of the 
window trying to dislodge all the loose sharp edges. He tossed the board 
aside and jumped up on the edge of the window. Scully held back a laugh 
as she watched his long legs struggling. 
 
"SHIT!" 
 
"MULDER! Did you cut yourself?" Scully said, running towards him. 
 
"No, I just can't reach the damn glovebox." He crawled back out of the 
car and faced her. Finally, she had the advantage and could see his 
face. She wasn't so glad she could. Even in the dark, the pain and 
defeat were evident on his face, and it wasn't just about not being able 
to get to a glovebox. It was about not being able to get a lot of 
things. Scully reached across the darkness and ran her hand soothingly 
along his arm. 
 
"It's OK Mulder. We'll get it. Let me climb on your shoulders." 
 
"Scully, you'll get cut." 
 
"Give me your coat, that much fabric should protect me." 
 
Mulder chuckled and shrugged off the coat, pushing it towards her. 
 
XxX 
 
"Almost, just push in a little farther." 
 
"Scully! Are you getting kinky with me?" 
 
"Shut up and stand on your toes, I'm almost in." 
 
Scully fell into the front seat and promptly dropped the flashlight. 
 
"Shit." 
 
"What?" 
 
"I dropped the flashlight.oh, there got it.HEY!" 
 
"Did you find the other flashlight?" 
 
"Nope, but I found the laptop. And it's not damaged." 
 
"Oh, good. At least Skinner won't be able to scream at me for wrecking 
the car AND the laptop." 
 
Scully opened the glove box and found the flashlight. She gathered both 
it and the laptop up and began to make her way out of the car . She 
perched herself precariously of the window on her stomach. 
 
"OK, Mulder. You have to pull me out, but be careful, there's still some 
sharp edges." 
 
She felt Mulder grab her arms and begin pulling her out, he pulled a 
little too hard and she lost her grip on the flashlight. It plummeted 
out of her hand and ,she could tell by the sound her partner made, 
crashed straight into Mulder's forehead. 
 
XxX 
 
"Are you sure you're OK?" 
 
"I'm fine, Scully." 
 
"What are you trying to do?" 
 
She heard him sigh heavily. She could make out his face as he worked 
feverishly over the laptop and the cell phone. The flashlight they'd 
found in the glovebox was one that also made into a lantern by pulling 
the handle up. It rested between them and was providing some light. 
Mulder was holding his penlight in his teeth so he could see the 
equipment." 
 
"Trying to hook the phone up to the computer," he grated around the 
metal light, "we may not be able to get anyone on the phone until the 
battery dies so I'm going to attempt to send an e-mail." 
 
Scully felt her eyebrow creep up her forehead. /Why didn't I think of 
that?/ She watched as he hooked a long plastic object up between the 
phone and the computer. Scully mused the bags they had to hold their 
laptops were sturdier than they looked. Within a few minutes she heard 
the familiar ping of the laptop coming to life. 
 
"Bingo!" Mulder announced. He began typing furiously, and then "Well, 
thanks to the wonders of modern technology, I've just sent the assistant 
director of the FBI an e-mail informing him his two intrepid agents are 
trapped in a dark hole and need rescuing and given him the number of the 
local sheriff to call. Now if he doesn't think I'm joking, we might just 
get rescued." 
 
They both laughed. 
 
"I'd keep trying the sheriff myself just in case Mulder," Scully said 
between chortles. Mulder faced her and smiled slightly. She could 
faintly see a bruise forming on his temple. "Come here, I need to look 
at your head." 
 
Mulder stiffened at first, but then moved towards her. Scully picked up 
the lantern to get a better look and leaned up so she could look down at 
the bump. Her chest was right at Mulder's eye line and she swore she 
heard his breathing quicken when she leaned in close. She chose to 
ignore it. 
 
She pushed the hair away from the bump and began to run her fingers over 
the bump. /Twice in one day I've hurt him./ She sighed. "I'm sorry, 
Mulder." 
 
"Hey, I should have done a better job pulling you out of there, then you 
wouldn't have dropped the flash." 
 
He stopped talking as she lowered her face to his. "That's not what I 
was talking about, Mulder." She was just inches from him and had pinned 
him with her eyes. She saw the fear that she'd seen before, when he'd 
come barging into the hotel room. Mulder to the rescue. But she saw 
something else now, and it was petrifying her. 
 
Mulder's raw feelings were hanging out. No matter that the room was 
pitch black. At this close proximity, Scully could see and feel it all. 
Mulder was hurting. She knew why, but neither one of them wanted to face 
it. It hurt her too. The fear of speaking the one truth that really 
frightened them. Neither one could admit it, it was their unspoken 
vow.Scully needed Mulder and Mulder needed Scully. In everything they 
did, one complimented the other. Their partnership had become an 
intricate dance that could not be performed without the other's 
presence. But she needed anyone else. She was relatively certain Mulder 
felt the same. 
 
She backed away pulling the lantern and it's blinding scrutiny with her. 
She shrugged out of his jacket and pulled her knees in close to her body 
wrapping her arms around her knees. Mulder was quiet. But not for long. 
He lunged across the darkness and grabbed her shoulders. He pulled her 
up off the floor and knocked the lantern over. She could no longer see 
him, but she could feel his breath on her face and the grip of his hands 
on her arms. 
 
"No, you don't." 
 
"Mulder." 
 
"Scully, don't say something like that, back away and expect everything 
to be alright, dammit. We're GOING to talk about this. Yeah, I was a 
jerk about this case but you certainly didn't have to go overboard with 
that speech about my investigative techniques this afternoon." 
 
"Look, I'm sorry Mulder. What more can I say?" She spat angrily. "But I 
don't think this case is the real issue here is it? You've been acting 
like a first class jackass for several months now.you keep shutting 
yourself off from me! Dammit, I know you're confused about things and 
so am I, but cutting me off isn't going to shed any light on the matter." 
 
"Cutting myself off from you! You're the one who is so aloof and always 
'fine'. I thought you preferred I keep my distance from you. I wouldn't 
want to screw up any of your empirical." 
 
Scully pushed him away and turned her back, "You fucking coward.that's 
right Mulder, blame me. It's all my fault. I'm the one to blame for your 
crisis right now.I'm the one who has caused you to doubt your beliefs, 
yeah that's it! You bastard. I stand by you through all this shit and 
this is the thanks." 
 
"I never said you were to blame. I'm not blaming you." 
 
"Then why are you so angry with me, huh?" She picked up the lantern and 
spun to face him. She held the light close to his face. His jaw was 
slack, but working for words. "Tell me, why are you really so angry with 
me, Mulder. If I'm not to blame then why are you so mad at me." 
 
Mulder hung his head and then looked back up at her. She was terrified 
at his facial expression. Tears were threatening to fall and his bottom 
lip was trembling, "Because I don't know if you love me back." 
 
XxX 
 
Scully felt like lightening had struck her down where she stood. 
Mulder's words had been simple and clear, yet she found herself standing 
in front of him in disbelief and confusion. Why now? After five years of 
chasing each other and never following through, why now? Why lay to 
bear all those raw emotions they were always hiding from? 
 
She often lie awake nights wondering what would happen if she simply 
admitted her feelings to her partner. Underneath it all she knew he 
loved her too, but like her he was too much of a coward to admit it. 
 
So now it had happened. The Earth shattering event they'd both lived in 
fear of. One of them had finally let the storm inside break and said how 
he felt. Despite the raging storm outside, the walls of the cellar 
hadn't caved in around them. Dana Scully wasn't entirely sure, but she 
had a pretty good feeling that the Earth hadn't stopped spinning on it's 
axis either. 
 
There was still anger in the air. The sparks popping off of her and 
Mulder were far more dangerous than the lightening popping outside. 
Scully let loose a shuddering breath as she finally closed her mouth 
that must have hung agape for several seconds. 
 
Mulder was shaking. 
 
Scully raised her own hand and realized it was trembling too, but she 
stretched it out toward Mulder and touched his face. He brought one of 
his large hands up to cover hers. They sighed in unison. 
 
XxX 
 
"How much power is left on those batteries?" 
 
"Not much,Scully?" 
 
"Did you try the sheriff's cell phone again?" 
 
She could barely see him. They'd turned the flashlight off to conserve 
it's battery after they'd found some candles. All she could see of him 
now was his silhouette against the odd flickering glow of the laptop. 
 
"Skinner hasn't read our e-mail either," he said sighing. 
 
"Mulder, come back over here." She said the words softly, but with 
enough force to get his attention. 
 
When he turned to face her, his face was still shrouded in shadows. She 
imagined he preferred it that way, give his feelings had been brought 
out into harsh, blinding light. He moved into the candle light and she 
could at last see his eyes. They looked tired and sad. She felt the same 
way. Not only had the day been emotionally draining, but they were now 
going on three hours trapped in the cellar. Mulder had rigged a bucket 
for them to relieve themselves in, but the candy bar they'd found in 
Scully's purse was doing little to combat their hunger. 
 
All of those things aside, Mulder had made a rather large announcement 
about an hour ago. They were both still dancing around how to deal with 
it. Scully decided, since Mulder made the first move, it was her turn to 
return the volley. 
 
Mulder started to sit down in front of her a few feet away, but she 
grasped his arm. "No, sit down next to me."He complied and stared 
dumbstruck at her as she stroked his arm up and down. She couldn't look 
at him, even under his scrutiny. This was a lot for her to take. 
Finally, she raised her eyes to his. 
 
"I do love you. Sometimes I think too much. But then, you've had this 
uncanny ability to make me believe in you. You do know that, don't you? 
I may make you work really hard at it, but I do believe you and in you 
and in everything you do. I'm not good at showing that, I know...but I 
also think you know that about me, and you aren't exactly the warmest 
person yourself," she stopped on a nervous chuckle. 
 
A loud thud and the howl of the wind kept them both silent for a few 
moments. Thunder crashed again and Scully jumped, only to be pulled 
into Mulder's arms. 
 
"It's OK," he said softly to her. 
 
Her head was tucked under his chin. She took a deep breath, inhaling his 
scent. Her breath ruffled the few chest hairs peaking out of the top of 
his open shirt collar. She brought a hand up and ran her fingers through 
them. 
 
Another clap of thunder shook the tiny cellar. 
 
She untucked her head from beneath his chin and focused on his eyes 
again, bringing her fingers up to stroke the stubble covering his chin 
The chafing sensation was leading her mind down a very prurient path. 
She'd begun to imagine what it'd be like to have whisker burn on her 
thighs. The thought made her bite her bottom lip hard enough that she 
gasped in pain. 
 
"Hey, what is it?" he asked, his voice heavy with worry. 
 
"Nothing..." she stammered, "I uh. I uh..." 
 
Mulder's face was so close and she'd wanted to for so long. /Oh, hell 
just do it./ She leaned forward and kissed him. Scully could tell she'd 
stunned him at first, but he didn't seem to mind the surprise. His 
tongue quickly wound its way inside her mouth to duel with her tongue as 
his hands followed the lines of her back. 
 
Scully brought her hands up to his face in an effort to pull Mulder even 
closer. She felt him increase the pressure on her back a little too hard 
and they lost their balance, toppling onto the hard, dirt floor of the 
cellar. 
 
Thunder crashed again and Scully could hear the pounding of hail against 
the car. Several of the hail stones worked their way around the car into 
the cellar and were melting next to the safety candles they'd lit. 
Scully dimly thought they should be afraid that the storm was worsening, 
but instead she and her partner were laughing like idiots as they lie 
sprawled on the floor. 
 
"You OK?" Mulder choked out between giggles. 
 
"Yeah, I'm fine.I mean I'm OK." 
 
His smile looked inviting in the warm glow of the candles. She started 
to reach for him but he jumped up. 
 
"Mulder? Where are you going?" 
 
"There's a blanket in the car and from the sounds of it, we're in for 
another rough storm. I figure we could use some warmth and if stuff 
starts flying it'll provide a little protection as well." 
 
Scully got up and walked over to the car and stood behind him. "Where is 
the blanket? Are you going to need help getting it?" 
 
Mulder stooped down. "Get on my shoulders, the blanket's in the back 
seat." 
 
Scully wriggled her way into the car again and leaned over the front 
seat. She spied the ugly, olive drab wool blanket. It wouldn't be very 
comfortable, but at least it was warmth and protection. She grabbed the 
scratchy cover and tossed it over her shoulder. A red and white package 
rolled towards her on the seat when she pulled up the blanket. Sunflower 
seeds. She grinned and grabbed them quickly tucking them into the breast 
pocket on her shirt. She glanced out the window of the car. The sky had 
gone a murky dark green again. 
 
Scully made her way out of the car without beaning Mulder on the head 
again. But when she got back down to the ground again, she rubbed the 
bump on his head in a gesture of apology. Not only for the bump but for 
all the tension between the two of them that day. She hoped he 
understood what her gentle touch meant. 
 
She saw him faintly smile in the candlelight. "I'm sorry too, Scully." 
 
She smiled back at him and then lightening struck just outside near the 
car sending them both sprawling back towards the rear of the cellar. 
Mulder tripped and knocked over one of the emergency candles smashing 
it. 
 
"Shit." 
 
"Don't worry, there are some others, I saw them when I got those two. 
Give me your flashlight." 
 
The hail was really pounding the rear of the car and a small cluster of 
hailstones now littered the steps and the floor near them. Scully found 
four more candles on the shelf. She turned to walk toward the back of 
the small space and saw Mulder moving some boxes around. 
 
"What are you doing?" 
 
"I've got a feeling there's going to be another twister, so I'm making 
us a little more shelter in case the wind whips some debris in around 
the car." 
 
"What's in those boxes Mulder?" 
 
"According to the labels, winter clothes and some old toys." 
 
Scully helped Mulder pile the remaining boxes two high and they then 
laid the blanket down behind it. Scully was glad they were in a cellar, 
because their makeshift shield would do them no good above ground. 
Mulder sat down against the boxes and Scully remained standing facing 
him. She walked over and got the candle that had survived Mulder's fall 
and placed it just close enough to them so they could still see. There 
were some shelves just behind them. She used the flashlight to see to 
clear off a space and lit a second candle and put it on the shelf to 
give them a little better over head light. She pulled the cell phone and 
laptop over and placed them on a lower shelf so they'd be close but out 
of harm's way. 
 
"I think the area's secure, Agent Scully," Mulder said chuckling, "So 
why don't you come over here and take a load off," his voice suddenly 
sounded thick and sweet, like rich chocolate and Scully wanted another 
taste. She fingered the bag of sunflower seeds in her pocket. Taste. A 
wicked idea was forming in her head. 
 
XxX 
 
Scully slowly edged her way over towards Mulder and sat down just out 
of his reach. 
 
"Hey? You having regrets about what happened earlier?" He asked 
suddenly nervous. 
 
She smiled coyly at him. "Nope. Not at all." She got a small smile out 
of him but she could tell he was still nervous. She pulled the packet of 
seeds out of her pocket and dangled them in the air. 
 
"OH WOW! Scully, I thought I'd lost those.uh, hey toss 'em here I'll 
split them with you." 
 
"Not so fast G-Man. Possession is nine-tenths of the law, but I'll let 
you have some."Scully watched as his grin widened. Mulder had finally 
caught on she was playing with him. It wasn't something she did very 
often, but she knew he liked it when she did. Today had been rough 
enough and from the sounds of the wind and the hail outside it might be 
a long night. She desperately wanted both of them to relax and she hoped 
she could manage it, for them both. 
 
She tore open the package of seeds, pulled one out and popped it in her 
mouth. She bit down on the hard shell and popped it open. Using her 
tongue, she pulled the meat out and spat out the shell. She picked up 
another and another, repeating the process. Mulder, was absolutely 
transfixed. Scully was fighting the urge to chuckle. Her over observant 
partner couldn't stop watching her mouth. 
 
Scully cut her gaze back up to Mulder. She crunched another seed, 
discarded the shell and then spoke. "Don't you want some, Mulder?" 
 
"Oh, I want some all right." 
 
Scully had sat down across from Mulder with her back to the cellar's 
wall. Mulder crawled over toward her. She watched him from where she 
sat, legs pulled in close to her body. He stopped when his arms were 
resting on either side of her thighs. His face was just inches from 
hers. 
 
"May I have a sunflower seed, Scully?" He asked lasciviously. 
 
She pulled one from the bag and placed it on his tongue. He sucked her 
finger as he pulled the seed into his mouth. She shivered at the 
sensation. Once again her mind wandered to other thoughts of what that 
magnificent tongue could do. 
 
"These are really delicious," he told her, moving his face closer, 
"Let's share one." 
 
She arched her eyebrow at him, "Share one?" 
 
Mulder lifted one of his large hands and slipped it inside the bag. He 
pulled out a seed and popped it into his mouth. He cracked the shell and 
spit it out then covered Scully's mouth with his. Scully opened her 
mouth in surprise and then she felt Mulder push the meat of the seed 
onto her tongue. She swallowed it quickly as he backed away. 
 
"See, isn't sharing more fun?" Mulder laughed. 
 
She giggled slightly and repeated the process with him. He went to get 
another seed but Scully stilled his hand. "Let's try that without the 
seed." 
 
Mulder leaned closer and Scully moved towards him. Their lips met again, 
slowly at first and then their tongues began to twist like the winds 
outside. 
 
XxX 
 
"This is where we left off just a bit a go, isn't it?" Mulder asked as 
Scully backing away slightly. Scully noticed his eyes were hooded and he 
was having trouble breathing. 
 
"Yes, but we fell," she replied bringing a hand up to his cheek. 
 
"Right, that." He smiled but then looked down shyly. Scully could sense 
from his body posture that he was backing away. She moved her hand down 
from his cheek to put pressure on his shoulder to get him to stop. He 
froze and she thought she felt a nearly imperceptible tremble. 
 
Thunder shook the tiny shelter and he jumped away from her. He turned 
his back on her and was pretending to stare at the car and the rain 
falling in on it. "Mulder! What is it?" 
 
"Doesn't the storm make you nervous, Scully?" 
 
Scully moved closer to him and ran her hand along his back. Typical 
Mulder. He'd make a move and then when she responded, he'd 
immediately withdraw. He didn't move away but she could tell he was 
shaking. 
 
"No the storm isn't making me half as nervous as you are right now, 
Mulder." 
 
Mulder blew air through his teeth in a tight chuckle. "I make you 
nervous? That's cute Scully. But do I scare you? Because God woman you 
scare me." 
 
He turned to face her and Scully could see tears in his eyes. /What the 
hell?/ "Mulder, why do I scare you? I told you how I felt about you and 
you know I'd never do anything to hurt you..." 
 
"And I'd never do anything to deserve you...Scully, I don't doubt how 
you feel about me and it scares me to death," he reached up gently and 
touched her face allowing his thumb to trace her lower lip. "God, I love 
you so much but I never mean to hurt you and I do it all the time and I 
don't think you meant to hurt me this afternoon and you did, but I asked 
for it..." 
 
"Mulder," her tone was slightly threatening, "I'm sorry I was so hard on 
you this afternoon, but you know that's how we've always worked cases 
together. I'm sorry if it was..." 
 
"Shh," he said moving closer, "It's OK, you didn't let me finish. Part 
of any dynamic...any relationship will involve some feelings getting 
tromped on now and again. That's not what scares me, that's what I was 
trying to say. I'm scared because I don't deserve you or your love and 
I'm scared you'll realize that and go away. I mean, Christ Scully, what 
do I possibly have to offer you?" 
 
"You have a lot to offer me, G-man," she said smiling broadly. She 
kissed his thumb that was still caressing her lip. "You have a brilliant 
mind that challenges me and cares about me and it's probably what I love 
most about you." 
 
Mulder chuckled and brought his other hand up to tuck her hair behind 
her ear. "Are you saying you love me for my mind, Agent Scully? Here all 
this time I thought you were after my athletic body." He smirked at her. 
 
Scully raised her eyebrow and then drew his thumb all the way into her 
mouth, running her tongue along it. Mulder gasped. "Mulder, I've always 
loved your mind. But I think it's high time I got to love that athletic 
body of yours," she said huskily around his thumb. 
 
Scully pulled away from his thumb sucking as she went. When she finally 
released it totally Mulder coughed and his eyes were wide. 
 
"Uhh...Scully...I..," he reached for her hand and pulled it to his mouth 
and kissed her palm, "I guess it would be stupid of me to ask you if you 
knew what that little maneuver just did to me," he nodded in the 
direction of his pants which were now sporting a noticeable bulge. 
 
Scully smiled widely at him. "Yes, I do know. Are you complaining?" 
 
"No." 
 
"Mulder?" 
 
"Yes, Scully?" 
 
"I want to touch you." 
 
Scully had to choke back a laugh at his confused expression. /Honestly, 
he can be so thick./ She pinned him with her eyes then trailed them back 
down to his pants. 
 
"Oh," he finally answered, understanding slowly falling over him like 
the rain outside. Thunder rumbled yet again in the distance. "You want 
to touch me." He smiled and kissed her palm again and then placed it 
flat against his chest leaving his own heavy hand over her smaller one. 
Scully felt him put slight pressure on her hand pushing it downward. 
 
Scully's breathing quickened. It was really rather mundane, she had to 
admit, but some how the idea of Mulder guiding her hand as she touched 
him was one of the more erotic things she'd ever experienced. Her hand 
slowly made its way down his chest over his left breast and then down 
over his navel, his shirt made a delightful rustling noise as they 
travelled. Scully didn't think it possible, but some how the slight 
sound was drowning out the storm outside. 
 
They paused at the waistband of his trousers. Scully flicked her eyes up 
to his and wriggled her hand free from under his. She scooted closer and 
undid his belt buckle. Compared to the rustle of his shirt, the metallic 
slide of his zipper was deafening. She stopped once she had the zipper 
all the way open. She pinned him with her eyes. 
 
"Why don't you finish guiding me down?" She offered Mulder her hand. 
He 
kissed her palm again and gently pushed her hand down onto his boxer 
clad erection. Scully heard him gasp and watch him tip his head back 
slightly as she worked her hand inside the opening to his boxers. Mulder 
started to move his hand away. 
 
"No, Mulder. I want you to keep touching me while I touch you," Scully 
told him in a low whisper. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on 
the lips, then backed away watching his eyes. A fear storm raged in 
those hazel depth...but desire was on the horizon. Outside the rain 
stopped and the air grew very still. 
 
Scully began to slowly trail her fingers along his length as his hand 
rested heavily atop hers. She felt him lengthen and harden even further 
under her touch and she felt her own desire spark in her belly. A clap 
of thunder split the air closer to their cellar shelter. 
 
"Sc..Scully. I...I need to touch you," Mulder said touching her face 
with his free hand. 
 
"You are touching me, Mulder." 
 
"No, Scully I want to touch you the way you're touching me." 
 
His words shot straight through her and the spark became a flame. Mulder 
pulled their hands out of his pants and rose. He stripped out of his 
shirt and tossed it aside. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of 
his pants. Scully smiled when he finally looked at her. She was enjoying 
the show. Her eyes followed the hard lines of his body. She admired his 
lean runner's legs and his strong swimmer's chest and then...well then 
there was what was in the middle. 
 
"What?" Mulder asked her chuckling. 
 
Scully gave him a wicked grin, "Mulder, what are you doing?" 
 
"Umm..." She had to stifle a laugh as she watched him realize she'd 
never answered his question, he'd just launched into full strip mode. 
 
He blushed. "I guess...I should...uh..." 
 
Scully laughed out loud. "Mulder...it's fine, like I said, I really do 
want to love your body." The rain had started again outside, the sound 
of it hitting the car was almost as mesmerizing as Mulder's expectant 
stare. 
 
Of course he wanted the words. He was so unsure of everything else going 
on in his life and she some how hoped their final coming together would 
ground him at least one area. <Who am I kidding, I'm no one's savior.> 
But she did know he loved her and she loved him and they deserved this. 
Scully also knew Mulder needed to hear the words. But she wanted to give 
him more. 
 
"Mulder, I'm going to make love to you." 
 
Thunder crashed overhead and the candles flickered as a rush of wind 
breezed pass the car. 
 
He cocked his head to one side as if he hadn't heard her correctly, 
You're what?" 
 
Scully pulled his hand into hers and then pulled them both down onto the 
scratchy wool blanket. "Lie on your back," she instructed him. He 
grinned at her but still looked rather bemused. She straddled his waist 
and leaned forward and kissed him. "Relax, will you. I AM a doctor." 
 
He chuckled but said nothing. She kissed him a little harder and he 
stopped laughing. 
 
Scully felt him push his hand into her hair, pulling her head closer. 
She opened her mouth to allow his tongue inside. She felt his free hand 
drift down her back and deftly undo the clasp to her bra. She dimly 
wondered how much practice he'd had at that. The thought flew from her 
head as she felt his strong fingers trace along the outer edge of the 
bra until they came to the underside of her breast. They felt like silk 
against her hot skin as he trailed his index finger up and began to 
circle her nipple. It hardened instantly under his touch. She moaned 
into his mouth. 
 
/Who's making love to whom here?/ 
 
Scully decided she needed to get control of the situation quickly. This 
needed to be about him first. Not because she felt obligated but she 
loved him so much and wanted to give him pleasure. She broke the kiss 
and he growled chasing after her with his head. But she managed to get 
both of his arms and pin them to his sides. "Please don't fight me, 
Mulder.I want to give this to you," her mouth was just inches from his 
and she could feel his ragged breath hitting her lips. 
 
The wind howled outside. 
 
Mulder stilled his struggling. "OK. What are you going to do Scully?" He 
asked huskily. She gave him a sphinx smile in a vain effort to clear her 
thoughts. The rain had started again outside, the sound of it hitting 
the car was almost as mesmerizing as Mulder's expectant stare. 
 
She kissed his jaw, running a series of kisses along it. From the corner 
of her eye she could see he'd gripped the blanket tightly and his eyes 
had slipped shut. His mouth was hanging open and he was gasping. Scully 
thought she'd never seen him look more sexy in her life. She was 
battling her own arousal as much as he was and now it was taking all of 
her willpower not to simply tell him to take her right then and there. 
 
Scully drew in a deep breath and moved her mouth over Mulder's adam's 
apple, she sucked on it lightly. Mulder's voice rattled around it and it 
startled her slightly. 
 
"Oh God, Scully.please.I just. I need." 
 
She moved her face back over his, "What do you need, Mulder?" 
 
His eyes flicked open and he cradled her head in both of his hands, "God 
I love you so much Scully, I want this to..I know what you're trying to 
do and I can't tell you how arousing it is.it's too arousing, I want 
this to be equal Scully I want to pleasure you as much as you pleasure 
me." 
 
A flash of lightening lit up the darkening cellar. 
 
Scully's hand had steadily been climbing up Mulder's thigh, lightly 
stroking him as he had been speaking to her. Mulder lowered his hands 
from her face to her breasts and began to circle her nipples with his 
index fingers, she sucked her lower lip in to keep from moaning. 
 
"Touch me now, Scully, please." 
 
Scully slowly moved her hand to the tip of his penis. She felt the bead 
of moisture there and swirled it around the head. Her eye's never left 
Mulder's. She felt one of Mulder's hands drift from her aching nipples 
and trail down between her thighs. He used one of his graceful fingers 
to stroke between her folds and she could no longer hold it in. 
 
"Oh God, Mulder, yesss." 
 
She attempted to keep the same rhythmic strokes on him as he was using 
on her, but the state of her arousal was making it harder and harder to 
concentrate. Then she felt him push a finger inside her and she cried 
out. She felt him hesitate. 
 
"Am I hurting you?" he gasped. 
 
"No." she choked out, "Please, don't stop." 
 
"Oh God, Scully." 
 
He was pumping his finger in and out of her faster and she'd lost any 
ability to continue her own touching. Her hips bucked against his hands 
as she began to give herself over to the sensations. 
 
"That's it, Scully, let me give you this.God I love you so much." 
 
"Mulder! Please, I want you inside me NOW!" 
 
Mulder turned her over on her back and gently slid into her in one slow 
slide. They both moaned in pleasure and he stilled for a moment once he 
was inside her. 
 
The wind whipped furiously outside, ripping up a small sapling that 
scraped against the carcass of a car blocking the cellar's entrance. But 
neither Scully nor Mulder heard it. About a mile away a funnel cloud 
touched down. 
 
Mulder moved his hips and Scully moved with him. He felt so wonderful 
and large inside her. She reached behind him and grabbed his ass, urging 
him to move faster. Mulder stilled her, then helped her to put her legs 
over his shoulders so he could get better leverage. He pumped inside 
her. 
 
"Is that good Scully," he asked thrusting inside her. 
 
"Oh God, yes Mulder." 
 
She could tell he was holding back trying to prolong her pleasure but 
she could feel how close his own orgasm was. "Touch me, Mulder." 
 
She too was close, but she needed a little more. Mulder seemed to read 
it in her face when he looked at her and he trailed a hand along her leg 
and worked a finger between them. He stroked her lightly at first 
stilling his own movements. 
 
"More Mulder, please." 
 
She felt his hand moving faster and faster and then he was thrusting 
inside her again and then she screamed as her orgasm crashed over her 
like the tree that had just crashed through the window of the Crown 
Victoria. Within seconds Mulder was crying out as well as his own 
orgasm ripped through him and then he collapsed a top her. 
 
He quickly recovered enough to turn them both on their sides. Scully 
kissed his face and then opened her eyes to stare into those of her 
lover. That's when she realized the candles had all blown out. 
 
XxX 
 
"Mulder, did you hear that noise." 
 
"Yeah, Scully the Earth moved for me too." 
 
"Mulder all the candles blew out," she said in a loud whisper. 
 
"Mmmhmm," he said sleepily running a hand along her arm. Scully felt his 
lips find her forehead in the dark and kiss her gently. She heard a dull 
rumbling noise, but the wonderful friction of Mulder's large hand 
against her skin made her forget it quickly. 
 
"Shouldn't we relight them?" she asked nuzzling closer to him. 
 
"Nah. Let's conserve them. From the sounds of the storm we'll be here 
awhile and it's nearly nightfall," she felt his hand move to the small 
of her back and he pushed lightly on her, "C'mere Scully, I wanna 
cuddle...and I'm cold," he told her chuckling. 
 
Scully smacked him playfully on his exposed butt and he let out a howl 
and then rolled over so he was pinning her to the ground. "You wanna 
wrestle Scully? I bet I'd win." He began to tickle her sides and she 
started squirming. 
 
"Mulder stop!" She was giggling but managed to use her own strength to 
leverage him off of her when he shifted his balance. They toppled in a 
heap on the floor and she started to scramble away from him, even though 
she was enjoying the game she wasn't about to let him win. But he caught 
an arm and pulled her to him. She expected him to start tickling her 
again but he didn't. He kissed her, long and slow. She melted into him 
and began to protest when he stopped, but Mulder placed a finger over 
her lips. 
 
"Please...Scully, I really do just want to hold you for awhile." 
 
"I'd like that, Mulder." Scully scooted closer to him and snuggled 
against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and she felt his hands 
running up and down her back in a soothing motion. He kissed her 
forehead and she heard him murmur he loved her. Scully tangled her 
fingers in his chest hairs and murmured the same and let her eyes slip 
shut as she finally relaxed. 
 
Then she heard the rumbling noise again. "Mulder..." 
 
"Yeah, Scully I hear it too." She heard him fumbling around in the dark 
and for their lantern. He made a positive noise and then he clicked the 
light on and pointed the strong beam in the direction of the cellar's 
entrance. Scully's jaw went slack when she saw the large trunk of a tree 
now firmly imbedded in the car's rear window. She could faintly see more 
rain blowing in. "Oh shit!" Mulder griped. 
 
Then they both jumped as they heard something large and heavy hit the 
car just out of site. "Scully! Scoot up against the boxes, now!" The 
distant rumbling was now a loud roar. Another twister. She rolled her 
body until she felt it come into contact with the soggy cardboard of the 
boxes. Then she felt Mulder sit down next to her and then roll over on 
top of her. 
 
"Mulder!" 
 
She felt him pull the wool blanket up over them too. He moved around 
and then shined the flashlight on his face. She could barely hear him as he 
shouted, "I have to cover us both, I think it's going to hit us full 
on." Just as the words left his mouth the noise became deafening. Scully 
was sure a freight train was running over the top of the cellar. 
 
She heard several loud pops and the grating squeal of metal against 
concrete and another loud thud. And then suddenly debris was flying 
around in the small cellar she heard a sickening whump and Mulder 
groaned above her and the flashlight dropped from his hand. She tried 
shouting to him but she wasn't sure he could hear her over the din. 
 
She reached her hands up to touch his face and she felt a wet sticky 
substance. /Oh God, no./ Then suddenly it was quiet. 
 
"Mulder! Mulder!" She fumbled and found the flashlight and shined it up 
to his face. A small trickle of blood was running down his face, his 
eyes were shut and he was moaning. "Oh God, Mulder let me...I've got to 
get out from under you." 
 
She squirmed out from under him and he seemed to come around a bit, but 
it was hard for her to tell in the dim light the flashlight was 
providing them. She grabbed it and shined it on his face. He had a long 
ragged gash running along his forehead. "Oh God Mulder, you've been 
hit..." She shined the flashlight around searching for her purse. She'd 
stuffed it back by the wall when they'd come behind their makeshift 
shelter, she'd even found a small box to put around it. 
 
After some fumbling she managed to find it, along with the shattered 
remains of the laptop. It had been flung into the corner in the melee. 
She rifled through her purse, holding the flashlight with her chin. She 
located a set of alcohol wipes. Unfortunately, they'd not be enough to 
fix the gash running through the laptop. Scully hoped Mulder's cellphone 
was in better repair. 
 
She moved back over towards Mulder and gently cleaned the wound. She 
found his discarded t-shirt and ripped off a piece to tie around it. 
Locating his trousers and dress shirt, she helped him back into them to 
keep him warm and to keep him from going into shock. She checked his 
eyes for signs of concussion, there were none to her relief. 
 
"Hey Scully," he murmured weakly. 
 
"What Mulder?" 
 
"You forgot to put your own clothes back on, but I'm not complaining." 
 
She shot him a dirty look and went to find her own clothes, but smiled 
inwardly. /He can't be hurt too bad./ Her shirt was sopped and she 
couldn't find her bra. She pulled on Mulder's t-shirt and was glad she'd 
had the good sense to rip off a section of the bottom of the shirt. Her 
pants had luckily been tossed into a corner that remained dry, but they 
were covered in a bit of the dust and grime that she was now finding 
permeated the cellar. She shook the garment a few times to dislodge a 
bit of it. 
 
It had grown cold in the cellar and Scully noticed Mulder shivering when 
she shined the flashlight in his direction. She ceased to care what had 
happened to her shoes and crossed back over toward him. She gathered up 
the grimy blanket and wrapped it around them both, moving as close to 
him as she could to share her body heat. 
 
XxX 
 
"No sign of them in the car, sir." 
 
"I should hope not, the thing's a mangled mess. Let's check the cellar." 
 
"I can't believe you were actually able to land last night Mr. 
Skinner...I can't believe you flew out here at all." 
 
"I often find myself personally responsible for these two agents." 
 
XxX 
 
Scully slowly woke and swore she heard voices. She looked over at 
Mulder who was still dozing and gave him a shake. 
 
"Huh...wha'...Oh, hey Scully," his head dipped forward and he groaned. 
She picked his chin up with her finger and felt over his make shift 
bandage. The bleeding had stopped but he had a nasty knot on his head 
and she was positive he'd be suffering from an IRS sized headache for a 
couple of days at least. 
 
Scully started to kiss him but a gruff familiar voice caused her to 
freeze. 
 
"I often find myself personally responsible for these two agents." 
 
"But you've never told me, how did you know we might find them here?" 
 
"I somehow received an e-mail from Agent Mulder." 
 
Scully jumped up almost causing Mulder to hit his head yet again. As she 
turned around she could see sunlight dripping into the dank cellar long 
with residual rainwater. Some how, the Crown Vic had been pulled out of 
the cellar's entrance. She surmised it happened when the second twister 
hit, but with Mulder injured there had been more pressing matters to 
attend to rather than whether or not they could get out of the cellar. 
 
"SIR!" Scully called out. 
 
"Agent Scully?" Assistant Director Walter Skinner's bald head appeared 
in the entrance to the cellar. "Scully! Are you OK?" he groused as he 
moved his large frame down the cellar steps. 
 
"Yes sir, but Agent Mulder is injured..." she started but the AD quickly 
pulled out a two way radio and requested the paramedics bring down a 
stretcher. "Sir, what are you doing here? Did you get Mulder's e-mail?" 
 
"Yes, Agent Scully and as bad as this storm is I feared the worse for 
you both. According to the news report I heard before I left, this storm 
is responsible for at least 100 deaths." 
 
Scully turned white. She and Mulder could have easily been killed had 
they not been in the cellar and Mulder almost was killed. She never was 
able to ascertain what hit him in the head. The paramedics entered the 
cellar. Scully stood aside so they could get the stretcher over to 
Mulder. She went into doctor mode explaining his various contusions and 
admonished them several times to handle him with care as they got him 
out of the cellar, she was about to do it again when she felt the AD's 
hand on her shoulder. 
 
She turned to face him and he handed her his jacket. "Sir, I'm not 
cold." 
 
"You may not be cold Scully, but that shirt isn't...well," Skinner was 
actually blushing. Scully looked down and saw that Mulder's t-shirt had 
gotten a little wet and wasn't affording her much modesty. She quickly 
took the jacket from him and wrapped it around, it fell almost below her 
knees. 
 
"Thank you," she said sheepishly. The AD gave her a stern look but then 
smiled. 
 
"I'm glad you're both OK, Scully. You're both lucky you found this 
cellar. It's a good thing you had the laptop as well." 
 
"Had operative word, sir." Scully looked at her feet and then crossed 
the room and picked up the shattered remains of the PowerBook. 
 
The AD chuckled, "I hate to say it Scully, but that thing looks much 
better than your vehicle." Scully quirked an eyebrow at him. "We found 
it about 100 yards from here, it's barely recognizable..." 
 
"Sir, I'm really sorry, I..." 
 
"Scully. I don't give a damn about the car or the laptop. This was an 
act of God or Nature or whatever...it's OK." He chuckled. "Besides, 
we've grown to expect that disaster follows you and Mulder wherever you 
go." 
 
Scully gave him a weak smile. "Sir, let's get out of here." 
 
XxX 
 
Epilogue 
 
One Week Later 
 
The dim light of the hotel room enveloped Scully as she typed the last 
lines of her report. She closed the word processing program and started 
to shut the system down but paused. She ran her fingers over the sleek 
new laptop. She'd had to promise Skinner she'd take better care of this 
one but that she'd always have it with her. The memory of a dank cellar 
in Kansas made her shiver until two large arms wrapped around her. 
 
"Do my t-shirts always make you cold, Agent Scully." 
 
"I wasn't cold, the damn thing was wet," she groused running her hands 
up her partner's strong arms. Then she felt a stream of water run down 
her chest from above. "MULDER!" 
 
"I wanted to see this view sans head injury," he laughed spinning her 
around. She shoved him back hard onto the bed. 
 
"Dammit Mulder!" 
 
"Oh c'mon Scully, don't be mad, it's not like I haven't seen you naked 
before," he leered. 
 
"I'm not mad about that you idiot! You almost spilled that water on the 
new laptop!" Then she cracked up. 
 
"Ooh! Yeah, sorry Scully. Maybe we should send the AD another e-mail." 
 
"What about?" she asked giggling. 
 
Mulder crossed the room to her and wrapped his arms around her, kissing 
her deeply. "Why don't you tell him the Disaster Mulder is about to 
strike you?" he said huskily. 
 
She flashed him a blinding smile, "Why would I ever want to be rescued 
from that?" 
 
End