The Gossamer Project Author - Title - Date - Spoilers - Crossovers - X-Files - Adventures - Stories - Vignettes Download Other stories by Alison (aka Chicken) From: ChickN20 Date sent: Tue, 10 Mar 1998 22:20:29 EST There's Easter Shot to Hell (1/1) by Alison (a.k.a. Chicken) E-mail: ChickN20@aol.com (e-mail me!) Rated: PG.(some swearing) Category: UST, (some angst I guess) Spoilers: none Key Words: Mulder/Scully Romance Summary: It's Easter and Scully has one hell of a day. Disclaimer: The X-Files and all of it's glory belongs to Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox. (not me) Visit my page at: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Vault/5803/ There's Easter Shot to Hell 1/1 Mulder led Scully through the door to her apartment. She told him to leave for the millionth time but he would not. He knew better. Scully did not bother to turn on any lights as she walked through her dark home. The light would have hurt her eyes too much, she reasoned. Mulder followed close at her heels. He watched her figure sway, losing balance often. Hating to see her so out of control he suggested that she get some sleep. So that perhaps she would do her body no more damage until she was sober. But she refused him. "No, Mulder, I take shower first," she mumbled. Stumbling through a room she ran into half a dozen things from tables to walls. Each time assuring Mulder that she was "fine". But he knew better. He knew how her head must be pounding. How her heart must ache. And especially how much her stomach wanted to lose the six beers she had downed. Scully locked her self in her bathroom and turned on the shower. Out side her door Mulder let himself slide to the floor. He rubbed his eyes. ::There's Easter shot to hell:: Mulder thought. Easter had started out like an other day at the office, beside that fact that "Spooky" Mulder and his partner were almost the only ones there. The vast majority had spent one of their vacation days to go to church and visit friends or family. But Mulder didn't go to church, nor did he have much of a family worth visiting and Scully was really his only friend. So along with the Jewish he went to work on Easter. Mulder had bought Scully a small gift to celebrate Easter day and to thank her for coming in to the office instead of taking the day off as she had previously intended. She was in high spirits and they worked briskly with out interruption all morning. But the morning's good start was crushed when Scully received an urgent telephone call from her mother. Scully's brother Bill had been involved in and automobile accident. He had not survived. As was expected Scully took this badly. But more so than usual, much more than Mulder would have anticipated. He had never seen her so upset. It was almost as if her whole world had crumbled. It was obviously not just the accident. Mulder suspected that Bill's death was perhaps "the straw that broke the camel's back", to coin a phrase. Letting loose dozens of painful things that Scully had always kept bottled up inside. Tucked away like a time bomb, waiting to go off. In a flurry of emotion Scully hot footed it out of the office. Mulder had caught just enough of the conversation to piece together what had happened. Trailing Scully Mulder realized she was headed for her car. Quickly getting his he followed Scully to a bar. Scully was not herself but she let him sit with her as she drank. And boy did she drink. She was silent through the first beer. But during her second and third beer she spilled her guts. She told him everything, even things he knew she didn't mean. How she hated her life and how terribly she missed all the people who had died. About her abductions, the way it made her feel to lose time and have no memory of it. And how it felt to know that a small chip in her neck made the difference between life and death for her. She told Mulder how much his disappearing on his own missions bothered her and how worried she has gotten every time she's sure he would never come back. She felt as though every time she turned around another friend or family member was either in the hospital or dead. "First Ahab, then Missy, than Emily, now Bill!" she repeated over and over. And with every repetition her anger kept building. During Scully's fourth beer she began to swear. About everything and anything. Mulder sat with her, trying to convince the bar tender not to call the cops. Scully even tried to pull her gun on herself but Mulder knocked it from her hands faster than she thought humanly possible. She screamed at him to leave her alone, that she never wanted to see him. Then the next minuet she cursed him for ever leaving her while he went on wild gooses chases. Damning everything from the government to the weather Scully let it all out. "Fuck those damn X-Files!" she shouted once, "They've fucked my life to hell!" It was about at that point in which she began to cry. With his arm around her and her head on his shoulder Mulder tried to soothe her but it took another beer to stop her balling. Mulder spent the next hour convincing Scully that she needed to go home and that he would have to drive her. She argued him at first but soon let him half carry, half drag her to his car. Slouched in his passenger seat was when he felt most sorry for her. She couldn't even hold her head up. But he was glad that she was finally going home. Even if her blood-alcohol level was at least twenty times over the legal drinking limit. Only a mile after later he had to pull over. Mulder sat right beside her as Scully got sick on the side of the road. After three such stops they made it to Scully's apartment. She had regained partial control of herself by then. Enough so that she could tell Mulder to go away. Mulder could hear Scully hum to herself as she showered. He let himself be calmed by her tuneless song. In his mind's eye he could see her taking her shower. It was a picture that made him forget the days miseries. Washing her beautiful auburn hair, letting the water glide over her smooth skin.... Suddenly Mulder heard a load thud. The humming had stopped. Jumping to his feet Mulder pounded on the door. "Scully?" he asked. No reply came. "Scully?!" when still she did not answer Mulder tried to open the door. He couldn't for she had locked it against him. In a sudden rush of fear coaxed adrenaline Mulder summoned the strength to brake the door in. Scully lay naked and unconscious on the floor. He looked at her for a moment. Her wet hair sprawled across the floor. He body lay exposed as he had never seen it before. Mentally kicking himself Mulder quickly threw a towel over his partner and check for vital signs. She had a pulse but was not breathing. Mulder almost stopped breathing himself. He called the paramedics in a panic. It was amazing that they had understood him at all. After putting down the telephone he was able to clear his head enough to remember to give her artificial respiration. "Come on Scully," he coaxed after the first set of breath failed to start her lungs at work. Mulder tried again and again. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He let out a cry every time she did not respond. But then finally she did. Her breathing came back. Still unconscious but out of danger Scully lay on her bathroom floor. Mulder gently lifted her and carried his partner to her bed. He dried her hair and covered her with blankets to keep her from catching a cold. He checked and double checked her pulse and breath but she seemed fine. He made sure she lay on her side just as he had learned. When the paramedics arrived there was nothing for them to do but check up on her. They made Mulder promise to get her checked out by a doctor first thing the morning. He agreed, even though her wasn't sure Scully would. They had already left when Scully regained consciousness. "Mulder?" she tried to sit up but her spinning head protested too much. Mulder took her hand. He hadn't even noticed the tears that were gathering in his eyes. Scully looked confused. "You slipped, Scully, and lost consciousness and stopped breathing. But you're okay now," he told her. She nodded. "Did the paramedics resuscitate me?" she asked, searching the room for signs of their presence. Mulder shook his head. he moved closer to her. "No, I did, but I promised them I'd get you to a doctor tomorrow." he said, almost proudly. "You scared the hell out of me Scully. I hate when you have these near-death experiences." Mulder joked softly. But he really had almost had a heart attack. Knowingly Scully smiled. "I'm still here, Mulder," she said. He stroked her cheek. "I'm glad," he kissed her cheek lightly. They just sat there for a moment. Then Scully realized something. She had just been getting out of the shower when... "Mulder how did I get in my room?" she asked. Her eyes were a bit wide. Her serene smile no longer present. "I carried you in here, I didn't want you to catch a cold because you were all wet. I dried your hair for you too," Mulder explained. Modesty made Scully pulled the covers closer around herself. "I'm not wearing anything, Mulder," she said quietly. "I know," Mulder hung his head. He had not wanted to see her that way. Scully looked at the puppy-dog of a man who sat before her, ashamed after he had just saved her life. She squeezed his hand. "Mulder, I don't care. You just saved my life. And you're my best friend," she added, placing her hand on his leg to assure him. "You probably had to break down the door too, right?" "Yes, I did," Mulder looked up. Glad that he was not being reproached, glad to be on good terms with the one woman he cared about. He retrieved a sweat shirt from her closet and handed it to her. She thanked him and put it on. Still in bed Scully motioned for Mulder to sit beside her. He did, sitting on the edge of the bed Mulder looked at his partner. "You're the best friend anybody could have," she said. "You're not so bad yourself," Mulder replied. She blushed then got serious. "I mean it Mulder, most guys wouldn't do all you've done for me today. You stayed with me while I was bitching and drinking, you drove me home, you stood beside me when I was puking my guts out, you wouldn't go home because you knew that I wasn't all right. And you saved my life. What more could I ask?" she put her hand to his cheek. In response Mulder bent down and kissed her. Their first real kiss. Soft, full of love and passion, just as each had dreamed it would be. And when their lips parted Scully motioned and Mulder slipped under the sheets with her. "I love you," he whispered so close into her ear that his lips grazed it softly. She closed her eyes and smiled. "I love you too," she wrapped her arms around his muscular chest. She let him kiss her again before snuggling up to him and falling asleep. Mulder lay with his sleeping partner. Her bare leg curled around his. He could feet her hot breath on his neck each time she exhaled. He was sure he had died and gone to heaven. Although earlier that day he had been sure he was in hell. Smiling to himself he kissed Scully's forehead and went to sleep. ::I guess Easter wasn't shot to hell after all:: The Gossamer Project Author - Title - Date - Spoilers - Crossovers - X-Files - Adventures - Stories - Vignettes Download Other stories by Alison (aka Chicken) /Please let us know if the site is not working properly. Set story display preferences . 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