From: "Michelle Konrad" <flower1235@yahoo.com>
To: <whispers_@hotmail.com>
Subject: true blue challenge story
Date: Thursday, September 05, 2002 11:55 PM

Writebelle

Category: OB, Angst, MSR M/O (kinda...)true blue
challange! :)

Summary: An awful day for both Mulder and Scully
distance them, then bring them together.

Archive: Anywhere, just ask!  I want to know where. :)

Neither Mulder nor Scully belong to me.  My
imagination isn't that great, they both belong to
Christ Carter and the gang.  

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Perfect for me


     Mulder sat down in the car with a defeated look
to his face and then glanced over at Scully quickly. 
"There's only one room." 
     With only a quick swipe of her eyes Scully could
see that Mulder was exhausted, his shoulders were
sloping and his eyes didn't have the twinkle that was
usually present.  She relented, "It's fine Mulder."
She took a deep breath.  "You're tired." She shrugged,
and when he slowly turned to look at her, she gave him
a small smile.  "I'm tired."  He nodded and put the
key in the ignition, turning the car on to get to
their room.  
      Mulder grabbed both of their suitcases once they
parked the car and Scully unlocked the door to their
room.  "Welcome to Iowa, Scully."  Mulder deadpanned
as he dropped the suitcases next to the door then
flopped on the bed.  He rubbed his eyes with the palm
of his hands.  "I can't believe it's only nine
o'clock…" He mumbled out.
     A smile quirked on Scully's lips, "Feeling the
signs of old age Mulder?" 
     Mulder answered only with a grunt.  But yes, he's
been feeling them.  Feeling all that he's been missing
too.  Family, friends, a normal life…not that he would
change things.  Mulder sighed to himself, yes he
would.  For one, he's would somehow make Scully see
him as a desirable and lovable man.  He knew she loved
him, in a friendly-I would cry if you were to die-sort
of way.  But he was in love with her.  She was his
world, his touchstone.   Mulder opened his eyes to the
sound of Scully's stress sigh.
     "What's the matter?"
     "This room's a mess Mulder." She sighed again,
moving around the room trying to tidy it up.  She
wanted to sleep, on the bed.  With Mulder.  Scully
closed her eyes when she made that admission and shook
her head very slightly.  Never again would she admit
that to herself, she promised with an invisible smirk.
 She's been admitting her attraction to her partner
nearly every day now for the past five years.  Ever
since she first saw him glare at her when she first
came through the door on that first day, she knew that
she had finally met the man that she was supposed to
spend the rest of her life with.  So far she's been
right.  She hasn't been with a man since.  Over the
years she tried to make herself more attractive, she
cut her hair, she got knew clothes…but to no avail. 
He didn't see her as anything except as a partner. 
And as a friend.  She heard tales about how he acted
when she was abducted; he at least cared for her,
which means he thinks of her as a friend, right?
     Scully eyed a pink fake ceramic vase full of
plastic flowers.  It reminded her of a crystal vase at
her apartment, that was full of dried up roses.  Roses
that Mulder gave her for Valentine's Day.  They were
now dead.  
     "Are you finished with your cleaning?" 
Scully nodded.  She watched Mulder sit up for a split
second and then stand up, stretching his arms above
his head.  She wanted those arms around her, tight. 
She bit her lower lip at the thought and turned away.
Mulder striped down to his boxers and undershirt right
there, half forgetting and half not caring that Scully
was right there perhaps watching him.  He was so
tired.  It was still early too, but driving past
cornfields for a whole day, while the day before was
full of cranky old farmers who thought aliens dried up
their cow's milk.  Mulder sighed and shook his head at
the thought.  Skinner was sick of him complaining
about paperwork no doubt.  Not even Mulder could fool
himself into thinking that this was a serious case. 
He even had a date this weekend.  Mulder was desperate
to get over Scully.  He was sick and tired of being
alone.  Sick and tired of feeling guilty for keeping
Scully from a normal life.  Maybe he could find a
woman and realize that what he felt for Scully wasn't
love.  He knew that it would never happen, but it made
him feel like perhaps he had a life.  He heard the
sound of something breaking and a small cry from
Scully.  He turned around quickly to see Scully
standing with her hands outstretched towards the floor
and her mouth open.  He smiled.  "What happened?"
     "It slipped." Scully answered, her face slowly
turning a shade of pink that wasn't natural.  She was
futzing with the coffeepot when she saw Mulder begin
to strip, and the pot just slipped through her hands. 
Now she knew why agents had separate rooms.  It was
all because of Mulder.  Any woman who had to share a
room with Mulder would go insane, simply due to his
sex appeal.  
     Mulder bent down to pick up the pieces of the
coffeepot.  He was silent.  Scully's eyebrow rose. 
"What's wrong?"
     "Nothing.  Why?" He didn't look up.  He didn't
dare.  He was so damn lonely.  And sad.  For no
apparent reason, and he didn't trust himself not to
wrap himself around Scully if he let his gaze fall on
her.  
     "You're quiet."
     "So?" 
     Scully swallowed.  "You're never quiet." 
     "Well.  I am now." 
     Scully nodded slightly, even though Mulder
couldn't see it.   "I'm sorry that they didn't have an
extra room Mulder.  I know you're tired, and you
probably want to be alone…" She trailed off.  She
didn't know what to say anymore.  He was acting so
strangely.  She was tired.  She felt, down.  Not quite
depressed, but definitely as though a smile would be
an effort.  The last thing she needed was Mulder to be
pissy at her.  Scully exhaled and sat on the edge of
the bed, letting her back lay against the rough
comforter.  "I don't want to be here." She whispered
to herself.
     "What, you think I do?" Mulder shot back at her. 
     Scully sat up; her eyes open wide at Mulder's
outburst.  Where did that come from?  "I never said
that!" 
     "Cause I don't Scully.  Even I knew this case was
a crock! A waste of my time!"
Scully nodded in agreement, hoping it would calm him
down.  She still felt hurt though, as though he were
insulting her.  As though he thought that spending
time with her was a waste.  "Skinner chooses this
weekend of all other weekends in the year to choose
for us to go on some…adventure with dried up cows!" He
exclaimed.  
	Scully swallowed for some courage, she didn't know if
she wanted to know the answer, "What was planned for
this weekend Mulder?"
	"A date." Mulder answered.  He slammed his hand down
on the dresser, making Scully wince slightly.  She
felt like her heart was being torn apart.
	"A date?" She rebuilt the wall she put around herself
even stronger.  She sounded as though she hadn't a
care in the world.  But the truth was she sobbing
inside.  Tears were threatening to escape.
	"Yeah, a date.  Is that so surprising?" Mulder asked
with a slight glare.  
	Scully shook her head slowly; knowing that too harsh
of a movement would cause the tears to flow out of her
eyes.  "No.  Not at all." It wasn't surprising.  He
was the most beautiful man she has ever seen.  He was
full of sex appeal, a great body, an amazing IQ,
sensitivity, he was passionate about everything he
did…the list went on.  She was surprised that he
hasn't mentioned any other dates in the past.   "Who
with?"
	Mulder shrugged, "Some girl you wouldn't know.  I met
her at the café."  He could sense her raised eyebrow. 
"Starbucks."
	"Name?" She asked softly.  
	"Melanie."  Scully wondered it she was allowed to
call him by his first name.  He was her best friend,
and she couldn't.  She wondered if she was his best
friend.  If she were, wouldn't he tell her about
Melanie?  Melanie.  Scully couldn't help but now
despise the name.  "She told me to call her tonight
actually." He shrugged.
	"You're not going to?" Scully silently chastised
herself for sounding so hopeful.  
	"I don't know." Mulder paused.  "I didn't really tell
her what the case was." 
	"Why not?"
	"Investigating on dried up cows?  Come on Scully, no
girl will take me seriously." 
	"What about me?" Scully asked quietly. 
	"What about you?"
	"Would any guy take me seriously?" Scully's hands
were clenched between her crossed jean clad legs. 
Mulder realized for the first time that she looked
unsure of herself.  It was a look that was foreign on
her.  
	"Yeah." He said softly.  "One would." 
	"Well then, one girl will take you seriously too." 

	Later that night Scully and Mulder were lying on the
bed watching the news.  "A tornado is in Des Moines…"
Scully muttered to herself.  "Far away."  
	"At least an hour." Mulder responded half-heartedly. 

	"You really wanted to go out with Melanie, didn't
you?" Scully asked with out looking at him.  She
didn't want to see the desire for this unknown woman
in his eyes, nor did she want him to see the longing
for him in hers.  
	"I guess so." He shrugged.  
	Scully was getting annoyed with the short answers. 
She wanted the old Mulder.  The flirtatious Mulder. 
Of course Mulder wouldn't flirt now, he actually had a
woman in his life.  Melanie.  The wind was howling
outside their windows, Scully didn't think the tornado
would come all the way to Cedar Rapids, but there was
still a little nagging worry.  Des Moines was actually
at least two hours away…but the winds were pretty bad.
 
	Scully's cell-phone rang.  "Hello?" 
	"Hi, is Fox there?"  
	Scully felt her heart beat accelerate.  No way. 
Mulder did not give this Melanie bitch her phone
number.  He did NOT give her permission to call him
Fox!  He couldn't! "Um, yeah.  Here."  She nearly
chucked the phone at Mulder and scrambled off the bed
towards the bathroom where she slammed the door shut
and sat on the toilet, tugging her hair behind her
ears.  
	"Hey Melanie." Scully could hear his voice smile.  He
was smiling because this faceless woman was calling. 
She probably had brown hair, brown eyes and a great
figure.  She probably was tall enough so that she
wouldn't look awkward standing next to Mulder without
heels.  She was allowed to call him Fox.  Fuck her.
	Scully could feel a sob choking her when she heard
Mulder laugh.  She hadn't heard him laugh in such a
long time.  One escaped.  Scully could feel tears
rolling down her cheeks.  Her face was crumbling.  Her
cool façade was gone.  Dana Scully was crying. 
Sobbing.  Her heart was broken in half.  Mulder
laughed.

	Half an hour later Scully came out of the bathroom
dry eyed.  Her eyes were a bit puffy and red, but
Mulder didn't notice.  "I'll pay you back for using
your cell phone, mine isn't working."  He exhaled. 
Melanie was a nice girl, funny.  But they weren't
clicking.  She was too normal.  He needed something
extraordinary.  Someone who wouldn't find him nuts. 
Or spooky.  He needed Scully.  She would never have
him though.
	"Fine." She walked across the room to the door.  "I'm
going on a walk Mulder." A huge gust of wind howled
behind the door.
	"Alright.  See you later." 
	Scully bit her lip.  Two weeks ago, Mulder wouldn't
have let Scully leave the room in such a storm.  At
least, not without him.  
	
	Mulder decided to use the absence of Scully for porn
watching.  He clicked on the channel with the remote. 
A red head was fucking a brown haired man on a chair. 
In the middle of a club.  They were both naked;
everyone else was dressed.  Ignoring them.  Mulder
could feel himself get erect.  The red head was
Scully, and he was the man.  Instead of having sex in
a crowded room, they were in the office.  His hand
traveled down to his…the doorknob twisted, Scully was
back.  Mulder flipped to another channel, turned off
the TV then scrambled off the bed making a beeline to
the bathroom.  He was in dire need for a cold shower. 
When he was out, the room was empty.  Scully left him
alone again.
	Mulder settled himself against the bed.  He was in
sweat pants and a t-shirt.  Suddenly Scully barged in
through the door.  One glance at her, he knew she was
upset.  Angry.  Furious.  She was dripping wet.  
	Scully couldn't form any words once she saw Mulder. 
All her emotions were at a peak.  "I can't believe
you." She finally whispered, or more like growled. 
She saw his confused expression.  "You," She said
pointing her index finger at him accusingly, "sit
there complaining about how you're 'stuck' here with
me, when you could have been on a fuckin' date who is
allowed to call you Fox!  I'm stuck in the same
groundhog infested state as you with nothing better on
than the weather, porn or some Marvin the Martian
cartoon!" She began to pace, then changed her mind and
headed towards Mulder, smacking him on the shoulder. 
"Well, I'm here.  'Mulder.'  You…freak!" She spat out.
 She could feel her lower lip tremble; no way was she
going to cry.  She already probably said more than she
should have.  Oh no, her chest was heaving with sobs. 
Mulder was witnessing her break down.
	Mulder stared at his partner who was breaking in
front of him.  That was the only word he could
describe.  He stood up, barely offended that she
called him a freak.  Scully was jealous.  Wasn't she? 
Or was she?  
	"You honestly think that I was surprised that you
could find a date!?" Scully threw her hands up in the
air and gave out a startling laugh.  "Ah Mulder, you
tease." She shook her head while she gave him a deadly
glare.  "You know full well that you could have any
woman you could ever dream for!  Look at you! You're
gorgeous.  You could date who ever.  I, however, can't
Mulder.  No man looks at me.  I'm a short, stocky
average red headed petite woman.  No one notices me
Mulder.  For all anyone cares I'm invisible! You don't
even notice me!" She bawled out.  "Good freakin' Lord,
how hard is it to get someone to notice me?" Her words
were barely understood through the sobs.  She shook
her head.  "How can I get you to notice me?" 
	Mulder felt tears well up in his eyes.  He didn't
mean to ignore Scully.  She was jealous?  She was. 
Definitely.  "Scully…"
	"Mulder, don't even try." She said with a sniffle. 
She lost her temper.  She said things she never should
have said to anyone, not even herself.  "It's fine. 
I'm fine." She finally glanced up at him after her
tirade.  "Just ignore it."
	Mulder felt his chest expand.  Scully loved him.  He
knew it.  She was jealous for a woman that could never
compare to her.  He walked up behind her and caught up
with her before she made it two steps away from him. 
He grabbed her shoulder and spun her to face him.  He
then brought his lips down to hers.  And kissed her. 
With all the passion that he could manage to give in
one kiss.  His hand was laced in her hair, keeping her
close to him.  Opening her lips with his own, he
plunged his tongue in her mouth, massaging her tongue
with it.   Their mouths were wide open and they were
breathing hard through their noses.  When Mulder
realized Scully was kissing him back, he gentled the
kiss.  Nipping at her lower lip.  
	"Oh God…" She groaned out, sending shivers down
Mulder's spine, awakening a part of him that was
settled down due to the cold shower.  
	"I love you so much Scully." Mulder rasped out,
staring into her expressive blue ones.  He saw tears
form and eventually trickle down her cheek.  
	Scully smiled hesitantly.  "Say it again, please."
	"I love you." Mulder paused, stroking her temple with
one hand said, "I'm in love with you."  
	Scully relaxed at his words.  "I love you too
Mulder."  
	Mulder gave her a quick, yet passionate kiss on her
lips.  "Fox." Another sob escaped from Scully, except
a smile was plastered on her face.  Mulder held her as
she sobbed, a huge smile on his face.  He knew she was
happy, she probably felt like he did.  The world was
coming together.  His face was wet from his tears
also.  It felt so good to be loved-- to be loved by
Scully.  He never thought it was possible.  What has
he done to deserve this?
	Mulder felt his t-shirt being tugged up over his
chest.  He raised his arms, letting Scully drop the
shirt beside him.  She wasn't being her usual
cleansing self, he thought with a smile.  He kissed
her again, tugging on her wet shirt and unbuttoning
her wet jeans.  Finally they were both nude.  Skin
against skin.  It felt wonderful.  He kissed her
again, not being able to get enough of her wet kisses
that were passionate with lots of tongue.  They both
fell on to the bed and were frantic.  This wasn't
about being slow and easy, it was all about gaining
pleasure and showing each other how much they needed
one another.  Mulder entered her slowly so she could
adjust to his size.  They kissed with whimpers. 
Finally Mulder moved, with Scully in chorus.  Neither
of them felt anything so divine.  It was perfect. 
Scully screamed in release.  Not only was her orgasm
intense, but also this was with Mulder.  He loved her.
 She loved them.  He was hers, and she was his. 
Finally, her life was in order.
	Mulder felt sated when finally he was lying on top of
her, both of their bodies glistening with sweat and
their breathing labored.  "That was…"
	"Amazing?" Scully whispered.
	"Yeah.  Amazing." Mulder smiled against her neck as
he turned, slipping out of her and cuddling her. 
"Perfect.  You're perfect." 
	Scully grinned and rolled her eyes bashfully.  "I am
not."
	"You are for me.  You're perfect for me." He
answered.

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