From: Crystal To: Subject: Blue challenge--march Date: Friday, March 30, 2001 5:58 AM This is for Whisper of X--the Blue Challenge for March: I've never done a challenge like this before, but when I looked at the list, an idea immediately popped into my head. Disco Ball Batch of onion rings A kilt A hanging chair An original "Archie" comic book A box of 12' x 12' tiles A pair of red stiletto heals (Who the hell comes up with this stuff?!!) _AUTHOR:XENASCULLY_________________________________________________________ The Impersonator Agent Fox Mulder walked up the sidewalk next to the strip mall gazing into each window as he passed by. He had parked as close as he could get to the Burger Boy at the end of the plaza, but it was still five stores down. Scully had called him earlier. She had asked him if he could come over to her mother's house and help them put new tiles down in the kitchen. When he agreed to it, she asked him if he'd stop and get her something from Burger Boy--just as long as it wasn't a hamburger (they made her sick). Of course, she didn't really need to tell him that. He knew what she liked. But Mulder wasn't sure if he wanted her to know that--that he'd been paying such close attention to Scully's eating habits, among other things. Something caught his eye that made him stop and turn to the store window next to him. It was a comic book store. There was an Archie Comic in the display window- -along with several other comics, but this one, in particular, had caught his attention. He remembered how his sister, Samantha, used to read those things all the time. Sure, Mulder had his own comic books--Batman, Superman, etc...,--but Samantha loved those Archie comics, and this was an original. He walked into the store and picked it up out of the window. He slowly made his way to the counter with it at he skimmed through the pages. "How much?" he asked. The man at the counter had been reading a newspaper up until he heard Mulder speak. "Thet thur is aboot...hmmm....eet dollers in' sexty feev cints," Mulder was holding back a grin at the thick Scottish accent. He was just as amazed to see the man wearing a kilt behind that counter. "Eight bucks for a comic book?" "Et's an original, laddie. Thet's a far price fer thet if yer askin' me," Mulder scooped the money from his wallet and laid it down on the green counter. The cashier tossed some coins back to him, put the comic in a small paper bag, and thanked him for his business. "What's taking him so long?" Maggie asked her daughter. "I asked him to stop and get me something to eat," Scully sipped her tea, regretting that she had just told her that. "Dana, there's plenty of food in the fridge. If you were hungry, you could've told me. I would have made you something," "Mom, it's okay. Besides, you can't be cooking when we're about to be taking up the kitchen floor," Good save, she told herself. "Sir," a teenage cashier pushed her glasses back with her pinky, "It's gonna be about 3 minutes on the onion rings. We had to put down another batch," "No problem," he said, trying to hide his annoyance, "I'm not in a rush." "Well, we best get everything out then," Maggie sat up from the table, "Oh! The box of tiles is out in the car. Dana, could you get them?" "Sure, mom," she pushed away from the table and walked to the door. As she reached for the knob, knocking came from the other side that made her jump. She sighed, almost embarassed at her own fear, then opened the door, "Hey, Mulder," which basically translated into, Thank you for saving me, Mulder. He held out the Burger Boy bag, with a boyish grin on his face. She felt herself blush a little as she retrieved it. For some reason it was still strange to have Mulder at her mother's house. She had once pondered why, and came to a conclusion that it wasn't because she was uncomfortable around him, cause God knows that she was more comfortable around him than most anyone else. That maybe it was because she was embarrassed--no--more like edgy because she never knew what would fly out of her mother's mouth next. That was normal, she concluded. Everyone thinks their mom is a fruitcake when other people are around. "I'm just going out to the car to get the tiles," she walked past him. "You want me to get them?" Mulder offered. "No, thanks. Why don't you go inside and get yourself some tea or coffee--yeah, she made both," He smiled at her and watched her briefly before he went inside. "Hi, Fox!" Maggie walked into his line of sight, "I'm so glad you could help us out," "It's no trouble at all, Mrs. Scully. I really don't have a life outside of work, despite what your daughter might have told you," Maggie giggled at him as she set down a box on the table. "All I ever hear about since she started working with you is work, Fox. And before that, all I ever heard about was school. But I suppose if I had to pick from the two, I'd choose what she talks about now. When she does talk to me," "Mom!" Scully walked in, "You make it sound like I never call you," she set the box down next to Maggie's. "Oh, no-you call me. It's just not as often as I like it to be," she started pulling the tape off of the box. "If I called as often as you wanted me to I'd be out of a job," she smiled and looked over at Mulder who had poured himself something into a green mug. He smiled at her. Then his head shot to Maggie when he thought he heard her curse under her breath. "These are the wrong size!" she angrily laid them back in the box, "Joe must have gave me the wrong box. These are 12" by 12" and they're the wrong color. Sure they're vinyl, but I specifically said I needed hunter-green 8" by 8" vinyl tiles," "Ah, yes, I see," Mulder broke in, "Those are pine-green. I can run up to the store and fix this up if you want me to, " Maggie managed another smile. But just as she was about to speak, Mulder's cellphone rang. He turned away from her and held the phone to his ear, "Mulder," "Agent Mulder," it was A.D. Skinner, "I know it's Saturday, but something's come up and I need you and Agent Scully to come down here as soon as possible," something in his voice sounded different. "What's going on?" Mulder's thumbnail found his teeth. Scully's attention was diverted to him now. "It's not quite an X File, but it's something personal. I'd appreciate the two of you doing this for me," "Okay. We'll be there as soon as we can," he tucked the phone back in his pocket and turned back around. "Who was that?" Scully asked. "Skinner needs us," He watched her brow arch, "He says it's a personal favor. Real work, Scully. No aliens or U.F.O.s. Just good old-fashioned investigating," Scully bit down on her lip. "Mom, we'll have to do this later." Skinner's Residence 1 hour later "Hey," Mulder said as Skinner opened his door. "I appreciate the two of you coming down here on such short notice," he backed away to let them in. "What's this about, sir?" Scully watched him close the door after them. He seemed hesitant to answer them. "My ex-wife, she has a friend that works as a bouncer at The Park. That night club downtown. Have you heard of it?" "Uh, yeah," Mulder answered, "Unfortunately, I walked into it not knowing exactly what it was." "What was it?" Scully glanced between the two of them. "It's a gay club," Mulder answered for him, "Drag-queens and all. Very--umm-- interesting." "Anyway," Skinner tried to get to the point, "The bouncer was killed last night. We got a tip-off that points to one of the 'performers'. The club doesn't want the police involved...well I should say the other way around--they want someone to go undercover and scope the place out." "Hold up! Wait a second! You're not saying I have to--" "Sorry, Agent Mulder, but I sure as hell am not going in there." "You can't be serious?" Mulder's eyes were so wide, Scully thought they'd fall out of his head. "I can't make you, of course, but there's not really a better way to go about doing it," Skinner reached into his pocket and pulled out a manilla envelope, "This is the main suspect, according to the manager of The Park. There's cash in there too...to cover any--'expenses'." "Oh, God. I can't believe I'm hearing this." Scully snickered as softly as she could. The thought of Mulder in drag... "Oh, God!" she broke out in laughter, "I'm sorry," Mulder snapped her a look, "But this is priceless!" "Shut up, Scully." Scully's Apartment 9:24 P.M. "I'm not coming out, Scully," Mulder called from Scully's bathroom. "Oh come on, Mulder. It's me. I won't laugh,I promise," she covered her mouth. "Don't make a promise you can't keep," he put his hand on the doorknob. "I'm the only one who knows it's you, Mulder. Just--I dunno--just come out here!" Mulder opened the door. Scully stood in awe. "Wow," was all that came out. "Wow indeed. This is stupid. I'm just gonna change out of this crap--" "No! No, leave it on! You look kinda like a really tall, masculine Geena Davis." "Oh--that helps," he tried to walk forward. "God, I can't walk in this heels, Scully. I'll kill myself." "Wear the flats," she fetched the department store bag. "They don't match, Scully, I can't wear them with this--" he stopped when he heard Scully laughing, "What?" "Nothing," she continued laughing, "It's just," she couldn't stop. "Damnit I knew you'd laugh!" "No! I'm sorry. I just think it's funny hearing you talk about matching shoes," she handed him the bag. "Ha ha. Well, I really don't care. I just want to get this damn thing over with. Did you read the file?" "Yeah. It's pretty much what Skinner told us--God, Mulder, you did your make-up suspiciously acurate." "Scully!!" The Park 10:45 P.M. The club was dark, and he was thankful for that much. They scoped the room. There were blacklights everywhere. The club was really packed and it was hard to move around easily. Scully pulled him to the bar and ordered them both something to drink. She said something to him but he couldn't hear over the music. "What?" he yelled. "A straw--you have to drink this with a straw," she put a straw in his beer bottle. "Why?" he yelled back. "Just trust me!" she was yelling in his ear, and it was still difficult to hear. But he took it anyway and did as she said. He looked around the room more. In the center of the dance floor, he saw the lights that reflected from the disco ball that hung in the cieling's center. Under that ball was a chair with a male dancer. Both suspended by strings attached to the cieling. Mulder looked away and back to Scully, "What are we doing?" he tried to urge the process further. "We're going to the dressing room. There's a show in five minutes. We can talk to them afterwards." They made there way back, and Mulder was only stopped and hit on once. He was still shuddering when they got there, "Scully, remind me to put in for a vacation." Scully smiled at him and was greatful for the lowering of noise that followed the beginning of the show. "How are you all doing tonight?" the announcer said. The crowd shouted something back, "Okay, are you all ready for the show?" The crowd answered with a 'hell yeah!'. "Okay! Well then let me introduce our first performer, you know her. You love her; Miss Anita Mann!!" "Oh how original," Mulder said. "Hey, Mulder. Does that announcer's voice sound familiar at all to you?" "Yeah. I didn't want to say so though. I still have a small sense of dignity left somewhere in me." "Seriously, didn't it sound like--" Mulder was looking down at the ground when suddenly he saw them... 6 inch red stiletto heels... his eyes slowly traveled up the deep ebony legs to the shimmery skirt they traced across the tight abs outlined by the red leather dress, and up to the broad chest. He swallowed hard and lifted his chin to meet the eyes of this midnight black skined diva. As he met his dark eyes, he almost fell over in his flats, "AD Kersh.... uh uh, sir" he managed to sputter out as his superior slowly lifted his large black hand and and placed it on Mulder's bare sholder. "It's Candy Apple here, Agent." "Yeah, wel, uh...uh...I--I mean-mine is Roxy--umm," "Roxy Lane," Scully finished for him, "Sir, I didn't know you'd be part of the investigation." "Investi--oh--oh right. The investigation. Yes. I'm undercover right now. Yes. Well, I should get back." They watched him walk away. "Oh...my...God..." Mulder walked back into the dressing room, "How long till I can get my ass out of these tights?" "Just another hour. And I can promise you that the tights will be the least of your worries." "You're gonna help me right? You talked me into this." "Yes. I will help you. Just stop bitching," she got a glance from Mulder. "Did you just say 'bitching', Agent Scully?" "Shut up, Mulder." Scully's Apartment(nc17) 12:21 A.M. "Oh, God that feels good!" Mulder slipped out of the shoes he'd worn all night. He and Scully had been scrubbing the make-up off of him for twenty minutes, and it seemed to all be gone. What he really wanted was a nice long shower. Scully sat in the kitchen sipping her hot tea, when she heard a loud thud come from the bathroom, "Mulder?" she got up and ran to the door. "Damnit!" he cursed, "This zipper is stuck, Scully! I can't get out of this damn dress!" "Open the door, Mulder." "Scully-" "Come on, Mulder. I know that dress is killing you," He opened the door, "Did you fall?" "What? No. I hit the wall with my knee," he turned the zipper towards her. She fussed with that zipper until she became angry. "Hey, Mulder. You won't be using this again will you?" "Not if I can help it." With that, she tore the dress off of him, "Oh, Scully," he smiled, "You like to get rough, eh?" "Get in the shower, Mulder. You stink!" "Are you gonna come with me?" he grabbed her and pulled her to him. "What?" she laughed. "Are you going to join me in the shower, Scully?" "Mulder!" she looked up at him, and her face suddenly changed from laughing to stunned, "Are you serious?" "I have this overwhelming urge to prove my manhood....to you. I don't want you thinking that I would ever enjoy going to that club." "Mulder, I know you didn't want to be there," she tried to pull away. "I know, but I still want you to come in the shower with me," he loosened his grip and she pulled back a little. "How much did you have to drink tonight?" "Just two beers, Scuuly. You bought them, remember?" "Yeah. I guess I'm just confused is all." "Why?" "Well I never pictured us getting together on a night like this." "So you've pictured us together?" "Well, yeah--but, you were just prancing aroung in public wearing women's clothing. Not the romance builder if you ask me." "Well, I'm in my underwear now. So how's this?" he grabbed her again, but this time locking his lips on hers.When she didn't resist, he pulled her tighter to him and he heard her groan. She felt his erection on her belly and a sensation took over her and shot up her spine, "Do you think we can get in the shower now?" Mulder looked at her glazed eyes. She nodded. The water was hot--but it was good. Scully picked up a bar of soap and worked it into a lather on Mulder's chest as he washed his hair. Her thumbs grazed his already hard nipples and he sucked in air through his nose. It seemed like forever for him to be finished with his hair so that he could touch her again. His hands brushed the sides of her breasts and traced the line under them. He trailed kissed from her mouth, to her neck, her collarbone, and finally to her breast. Scully threw her head back in response. The she felt his hand travel down through the dark curls and to the place she wanted him to touch the most. She gasped as he worked his magic. She reached her hand down to grasp Mulder's erection. "Oh, God, Scuhhlleeeee...." he threw his head back for an instant then sought out her lips again. She was moving as fast as he was and he had to stop her..."Scully...stop...please, I'm gonna..." he pulled her hand away from him. That was easy because she was about to cum herself. He felt her convulse around his fingers as she shouted his name almost incoherantly. "Mulder," she said trying to come back to reality, "We need to get out of this shower." They simply stared at eachother for a moment. "Are we sure we wanna do this?" He looked at her again for another moment. "Oh hell yes," he grabbed her in his arms again and lifted her from the shower with him. They didn't even bother to dry off, but brought eachother somehow to the bed. Mulder knelt down between her legs, but she pulled him back up. "I wanna feel you inside me, Mulder," she whispered--that was all she could do in her out of breath state, "I want you to fuck me." "God, Scully. I want this to last, but if you keep talking like that, it's gonna be over really quick," he said as he sank into her. She was so tight. He new he would have to go slow for a while. But she kept edging him on. "Mulder, do it harder," she gripped his ass cheeksand met him thrust for thrust, "Oh yeah! Like that!" "Scuuuhhllllleeee......I need to stop.....I can't.....I'm gonna.....I'm gonna come soon...." "Don't stop Mulder! I'm gonna come again. please.....don't stop!" "Oh...fuck...Scully.....oh fuck yes! Oh God.....Scuuhhhllleeeeeeeeee!!!!" he came as she did--their screams blending together. F.B.I. Headquarters Monday morning "Once again I want to thank you for your help. We had some agents follow the lead you got us and it turned out to be right," Skinner had come to their office and was now on his way out. "Oh, sir?" Mulder asked, "You didn't tell us A.D. Kersh was on the job. He had a better costume than me!" "Kersh wasn't on the job," Skinner stated, "I told you it was a personal favor." He walked off and Scully and Mulder shared a wide-eyed glance... The End