Hi everyone.  I wrote a sequel  (actually, this is starting to become a 
series!)  I don't think this story is as funny as the orginal Dares, but 
it still has some merit.  I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.  They all belong to 
Chris Carter, 10-13, 20th Cent. Fox.

Acknowledgements: I got a lot of ideas for this from many different 
places. First of all, thanks everyone who emailed me with comments on 
"Dares". I owe the Twister game to Knott's Scary Farm's stage show 
"The Hanging", the movie to my friend Sandra who dragged me to that film 
lecture, and the elevator to all of those "going Down" stories.  And of 
course I owe some thanks to my Dad who got me hooked on the X Files in 
the first place.  One episode, that's all it takes.

Dares 2/ Mulder's Revenge
by eponine119
eponine@uci.edu

	Scully sat in their office, trying not to be out of breath so she 
could pretend she'd been sitting there all along.  She put on her 
innocent face, but it was hard to maintain.  She really wanted to burst 
out laughing.
	Mulder walked into the office, sat down and started working at 
the computer.  He didn't say anything.  That wasn't unusual in itself, 
but...she knew he knew.
	She was scared.  The fact that he hadn't mentioned any of it 
warned her he was plotting revenge.  It could happen at any moment, and 
knowing Mulder, it could be anything.  The more time that passed, the 
more time he had to think of something and the worse it would be.
	Not only that - as if worrying that her partner was out for her 
blood wasn't bad enough - she couldn't believe she'd kissed him.  And 
she'd liked it.  A lot.  So much she wanted to do it again.
	Scully sighed.  This was going to be a long day.

	Mulder knew he had to redeem himself.  He had to get revenge for 
what Scully had done.  He'd never thought of her as devious before.  He 
was the devious one.
	Which was why he wanted to bang his head against the wall.  His 
revenge would have to be perfect and public.  And he couldn't think of a 
darned thing.
	Except for kissing her.  But that wouldn't be revenge.  That 
would be fun.
	Mulder sighed.  What had he gotten himself into?

	Scully got home and found a notice taped to her door.  She went 
inside and read it.  "Great.  Just great."  It seemed her building had 
termites.  This was her third notice that bug bombs would be set that 
evening and continue through the next morning.  "What happened to notices 
one and two?" she demanded aloud.  She had less than an hour.
	She dialled the phone as she went into her bedroom to pack.  If 
she didn't know it was impossible, she'd think Mulder had arranged this.  
He answered on the first ring.  "Mulder."
	"Mulder.  It seems my building is being fumigated." she said.
	"And?"
	She could tell from the question that she was required to beg.  
"I can't afford a hotel right now - can I please stay with you?"  
Silence.  She hated asking, knowing she was setting herself up.  But 
she'd rather worry about revenge than spend the weekend at her mom's.  
Her mother was out of toen and Scully didn't want to stay in the big 
empty house alone.  "Mulder?"
	"OK," he said at last, "But there's one condition.  We play by
my rules."
	She knew exactly what he was saying but chose not to acknowledge 
it.  "Of course; it's your house.  I'll be over in a little bit." she 
hung up before she could change her mind.
	Mulder started panicking.  This was his big chance.  He had to 
think of something fast.

	Scully eyed the plastic mat on the floor.  "Tell me again how you 
talked me into this?"
	"The TV's broken and this is as good a way as any to decide who 
gets to use the bed," Mulder explained.
	"We could flip a coin.  You could just be nice and let me use 
it." Scully suggested.
	She recognized the dark look in his eyes and felt the electricity 
in her stomach.  "I don't feel very nice right now, Scully," he said.  
Finally a reference to what she had done.  "Besides, if I have to clear 
it off, I want to be the one to use it."
	"At least you didn't say 'Strip-Twister'." Scully tried to make a 
joke, nudging the spinner with her toe so she wouldn't have to meet his eyes.
	"You're right." he said.  Oh no, she thought.  "We should raise 
the stakes."
	"To what?" Scully looked up.  He was smiling.  She looked away quickly.
	"Whoever loses has to do one thing the winner tells her to."
	"You're assuming you'll win?" Scully scoffed.
	"You said you'd never played before." Mulder pointed out.
	She regretted having to tell him that, but there was no way she 
could have won if she didn't even know the rules.  He'd looked at her 
like she was a naive child.
	"Scared?" he asked and she would swear he made his tone sexual
on purpose.
	"Of course not."  She looked him straight in the eye for the 
first time since last night, trying to prove herself.
	Their eyes locked.  Scully's heart started beating faster and her 
mind raced back to their kiss.  Mulder was looking at her like he was the 
Big Bad Wolf, she thought, seriously thinking that if she kissed him 
again, he'd forget this stupid game.
	No, she told herself, he only looks like that because he'd 
waiting to get revenge.  "Let's play." she said.
	"You first." he said and spun the spinner.  "Right foot to red." 
he said.  She put her foot on the mat and he handed her the spinner.
	That worked fine until they both had two hands on the mat.  "I 
don't think you can play this with two people." Scully said.
	"Sure." Mulder said.  "It's more interesting that way.  You just 
say a color and I'll move what I can."
	"OK," Scully said, not thinking it would work.  "I thought you 
said they called this Twister?"
	It was true, they were at opposite ends of the mat.  Not twisted 
at all.  Mulder smiled slowly, knowing that would change.  "Just wait." 
he promised.  He couldn't believe he was doing this when they would be 
sleeping under the same roof that night.  But it was also because of that 
same reason.  Her body underneath her long skirt and baggy sweater was 
all he could think of recently.  He knew it went deeper than that, but 
refused to consider it.
	Wait.  She was wearing a skirt?  This could get interesting 
indeed.  Mulder had a feeling he would just be punishing himself though.
	A few minutes later Scully was beginning to understand why 
teenagers played this game and why her parents had never allowed it in 
the house.  She understood why Mulder owned it. And why it was called 
Twister.
	She and Mulder were facing each other.  Very close.  Balancing 
precariously.  She was pretending to be fascinated by their sock feet on 
the spotted plastic.  Actually, she found Mulder's feet in their greyish 
socks sexy in a way.  Maybe because it was a degree of nakedness, or 
maybe she was just sick.  Anything to avoid his eyes.  "How do you win?" 
she asked.
	"The other person falls down."
	"Oh."
	"Blue," he said.
	She contemplated what she should move.  None of the choices 
looked good since the only blue spot open was right between Mulder's 
feet.  She moved her right foot.  Slowly.  Careful not to touch him, 
worrying about her skirt.  She had to arch her back and twist her hand 
around on its green spot.  She eased out a breath when she was balanced.
	"Green," she told him, looking up at the ceiling and not at him.
	His eyes met hers and held as he slowly, deliberately, dragged 
his arm across her leg, raising her skirt, and finally touched the green 
spot.  He was now leaning over her.
	"Red," he breathed.
	She had to close her eyes.  This was like a slow dance on the 
horizontal plane.  Or, OK, like sex.  Her eyes opened again.  She 
couldn't see where the damned spots were.  She knew she couldn't move 
either hand, because they were bearing most of her weight.
	She stretched her bent leg, edging toward the red spot on the far 
side on the blue on.  Trying hard to ignore the fact that it placed her 
body more squarely beneath Mulder's.
	She couldn't reach.  "This is physically impossible," she muttered.
	"Do you give up?"
	"Of course not...oof."  In her effort to reach the dot, her foot 
slid and her delicate balance collapsed.  She fell the rest of the way to 
the floor.  Mulder didn't move, hovering over her, and she didn't have 
room to get up.
	"I think you just lost." he told her, his eyes amused, his body 
still not moving.
	"Two out of three?"  Here she was, lying on the floor under him 
again.  Just like last night only he wasn't touching her.
	He leaned closer to her for a long moment and let her wonder what 
he was going to do.  Then he shook his head and took her arms in his 
hands, pulling her up from the floor and against him.
	She was in his arms.  They were looking in each others' eyes.  
There was no bathroom timer waiting to go off this time.  Scully knew she 
should try to extricate herself from this position, but her mind was 
telling her : kiss him.  But she wouldn't do it.  She watched him.
	Mulder knew the right thing to do, what he should do in the 
interest of revenge, and what he wanted to do.  He wanted to lift her and 
position her against him so he could reach her mouth and kiss her 
properly.  For a long time she waited and she debated.
	She snaked her arm up through the space between their bodies and 
fingered one of the rashy red welts on his neck.  Her touch was a jolt 
through his body, telling him he was playing with fire.  He pulled his 
hands away.
	She kept touching his neck, brushing her thumb over the mark.
	Mulder couldn't breathe.  He couldn't think straight.  He didn't 
even want revenge any more.  He wanted her.
	A moment later she seemed to realize his arms were no longer 
around her and a moment after that she removed her fingers from his neck, 
a flash of a smile across her face before she backed away.
	"I guess you get the bed," she said.
	"I'm not adverse to sharing." It was almost an invitation.
	"Mulder, no." she said seriously.  He realized she was right.  
	"Want something to drink?" he offered casually, withdrawing to 
the kitchen.
	"Will I need it?" Scully asked as she sat down on the floor to 
fold the Twister game back up.
	"Maybe."
	"I think I'll just have some water."  She'd prefer to have her 
sense about her, she decided, reminding herself he still wanted revenge.
	She walked to the window and opened it, breathing the cool night 
air.  It cleared her head.  Payback is the only reason he is doing this, 
she told herself.  The only thing was, that didn't explain why he'd 
touched her last night.  She closed her eyes.
	"Do you like gelato?" Mulder's voice came from the kitchen.
	Her eyes opened.  That wasn't what she heard.  "What?"  her voice 
was too high.
	Mulder appeared, a pint container in his hand.  "Gelato, it's 
Italian ice cream..."  He saw the ferocious red of her face.  "What did 
you think I said?" he asked, chuckling.
	"Nothing," she said.
	He was smiling.  "Would you like some?"
	"What?"
	"Gelato.  Ice cream."
	He was laughing at her and she knew it.  "No thanks."
	"You're missing out."  He returned the container to the kitchen.  
A moment later he came back and handed her a glass of water.  "Are you 
ready for the rest?"
	"You mean, the winner tells the loser what to do?" she asked.  He 
nodded once, his exression amused but his eyes were burning.  She feigned 
interest in her ice water, then looked up boldly.  "Go on."
	"I seem to remember someone suggesting Spin the Bottle -"
	"That was a joke."  Scully told him.  They sat there in silence.  
"Don't you know any other games?"
	"Don't you?"
	"Old Maid."  Oops, why did she regret saying that?  "Go Fish."
	"No." Mulder said as she's expected.  "We could play True Confessions."
	"What's that?"
	"Umm.  It's a lot like Truth or Dare.  Without the dares."
	"Sounds safe." said Scully.
	"That's what you think."
	She shook her head, reconsidering.  This was Mulder after all.  
"No I think I'd rather have that Dare option."
	"OK, then." Mulder said, sitting down on the couch.  "Here we go, 
Truth or Dare, part two.  You want to go first?"

End of Part one

Please feel free to send any comments to me at eponine@uci.edu
	
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From: eponine119 <eponine119@att.net>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW: Dares 2/Mulder's Revenge (2/2)
Date: Sun, 12 Nov 1995 14:39:45 -0800



Disclaimed in part one.

Dares 2/Mulder's Revenge, part 2
by eponine119
eponine@uci.edu

	"Here we go.  Truth or Dare, part two.  You want to go first?"
	"How chivalrous," Scully said, joining Mulder on the couch.
	"Just you wait." he promised.
	"You can go first." she offered because she couldn't think of any 
questions yet.
	Mulder only paused a moment.  "How big is your hope chest and 
what's in it?"
	"Huh!" Scully cried, outraged.  "I don't have a hope chest!"
	"The game is called *Truth* or dare, Scully." he said.  "I know 
you have one, your mother mentioned it to me."
	"I don't know." she said sullenly.
	"Come on.  Is it bigger than a breadbox?"
	For some reason, that cracked her up.  "I've never seen a 
breadbox," she grinned, trying to stop laughing.
	"My mother had a breadbox," Mulder said huffily.
	"How big was it?"  Scully asked and it sent her into new gales of 
laughter.
	Mulder had to crack a smile.  "OK, I give, your turn."
	She stopped laughing and looked at him, trying unsuccessfully not 
to smile.  "How big is your..."  She raised her eyebrows in the direction 
of his crotch.
	Mulder had to restrain himself from jumping off the couch.  He 
was shocked she would ask him that.  "That's not a fair question."
	"It is!  You asked me how big my chest is."
	"Your *hope* chest."
	"No, yesterday, my real chest."  She felt really goofy and didn't 
know why.  It was nice in a really weird way.  Free.
	"You didn't answer." Mulder argued, trying to get himself off the hook.
	"I took your dare."
	"But you never followed through."
	She nailed him with her serious look.  "Are you asking me to take 
my shirt off?" She asked, feeling wild.  She didn't think she'd actually 
do it.
	"No, because if you do, I'll have to answer."  He was really 
embarrassed.  She wondered what that implied.
	"What are you afraid of?" she whispered in a voice he found 
incredibly sexy.
	"I'll take the dare."
	"OK," she smiled.  "I dare you to answer me."
	"That's not fair."
	"Come on, Mulder." she leaned in close to him.  "Is it bigger 
than a breadbox?" she started laughing again.
	"Scully?" Mulder looked at her again carefully.  "Are you drunk?"
	"No.  How could I be drunk on a glass of water?" she asked.  That 
he didn't know.  "I'm just getting silly."
	"Silly Scully.  What a thought." he said and the idea amused 
him.  He sat there, a funny half smile on his face, staring at her.  He 
never even answered her question.
	The longer he kept looking at her, the more embarrassed she got 
thinking about what she'd said.  "All right.  It wasn't a fair question 
and you don't have to answer it."  He was still looking at her.  "Forget 
about it.  Your turn."
	"Why were you asking?"
	"Mulder, I said forget about it."
	"No, that's my question.  Truth or dare, and I warn you I have a 
great dare in mind."
	She considered her options.  "I was curious," she mumbled, 
looking down at the carpet.
	"Why were you curious?" he asked, gazing at her intently.
	"That's two questions.  It's my turn."  Scully said quickly, 
feeling his eyes on her and refusing to look at him.  "What's the 
kinkiest thing you've ever done?"
	"Why are all these questions about sex?" Mulder stalled, deciding 
between the truth, which he hoped would shock her but was much too 
personal to reveal when he thought of it, and a lie.  Then he realized he 
didn't have to tell her anything.  "Dare," he said, expecting something 
lame from her.
	She smiled and he suddenly knew he'd made a big mistake.  "I dare 
you to show me the kinkiest thing you've ever done."
	"I'm not sure that's fair," he said quickly, even though he knew 
she would let him off the hook.
	"It is."  Her blue gaze never wavered.
	"Can I take 'truth' after all?" he asked, finding he didn't much 
like having her in a position of power over him.
	"I'm not sure that's fair." she echoed his words.  There was a 
long pause.  "But OK."
	Mulder could breathe again.  Off the hook.  Now to think of a 
convincing lie, knowing she was looking for information she could use 
against him.
	"This year," she said.
	"There's a lot to sort through."
	"I'm sure."
	He toyed with the idea of telling her it was autoerotic 
asphyxiation, but quickly discarded it.  Best to let that die.  Finally 
he hit on something he considered a good answer.  "Sleeping with..." Just 
enough pause..."my Nerf frisbee."
	She rolled her eyes.  "The UFO fetish."
	"No, actually it made a good pillow."
	"This you were embarrased to show me?"
	She had a point.  "So what's the kinkiest thing you've ever 
done?" he asked.
	"I've never done anything kinky, Mulder, I'm Catholic."
	That boggled his mind.  Twice.  Once thinking she was lying and 
trying to imagine what she was hiding.  Then considering it was the 
truth..if it was, the things he could show her.  Her voice brought him 
back to the real world.  "Was that your question?"
	"No," he said, "What was your favorite toy as a kid?"
	"Well, I liked my jumprope."
	"I'll bet you tied all the little boys up with it."
	"Not till I was older." Scully returned his fire quickly.  "But I 
think my favorite was the microscope."
	"Figures."
	"OK," Scully said and tried to think of a good question.  "I'd 
ask you your favorite toy, but I think we established it was the 
frisbee.  So...do you have any toys in this apt. now?"
	"What kind of toys?" Mulder asked in a low voice.
	She wouldn't let him bring sex back into it.  "Not handcuffs or 
adult toys, Mulder.  I'm sure you have lots of those.  Toys like you buy 
at Toys R Us."
	"Actually, you can buy handcuffs at Toys R Us." Mulder pointed out.
	"And I frequently do,": Scully retorted and he though she was 
getting good at this game.  "But that's not an answer."
	Mulder thought.  Then he admitted, embarrassed, "I've got some 
Star Wars action figures.  And a coloring book...but that was a gift."  
He thought a little more.  "And the Twister." he nodded toward it.
	"Oh, yes, the Twister." Scully said.  "Though I'm not sure that's 
not an adult toy."
	"You've played it now, you tell me."
	"Is that your question?"
	"No," Mulder said, straining his brain to think of something 
really good.  There was only one question on his mind, though, so he had 
to ask it.  "What would you do if I kissed you now?" he sounded like a 
teenager asking for permission.
	A wide smile broke across her face and he felt warm inside.  She 
was pretty sure she knew what the dare would be on this question so she 
was confident when she said, "Dare."
	His eyes darkened and he smiled as though he'd won a prize.  "You 
thought you knew what the dare would be," he said, the smile turned to a 
smirk.
	It twinged a bit of worry in her but she let it go.  He could 
never do anything without building it up.  "Yes," she said.
	"You're wrong." he said slowly and waited for her to react.  She 
didn't.  "We're going to watch a movie."
	"You don't mean -"  Her eyes widened and he got up from the couch.
	"Have you ever seen one before?" he asked.  Her eyes wide, she 
shook her head.  "It'll be an experience."
	For a second, she considered bolting out the door.  But she 
thought, that would be exactly what he wanted.  That would be letting him 
win.  She settled on the other end of the couch, determined not to show 
any reaction.
	He glanced back at her before looking through his tapes.  Her 
sitting down was a sign of acquiesence.
	Mulder put a tape in the VCR and almost laughed when he saw the 
look on Scully's face.  It was set and determined like a child waiting 
for a shot.  "Relax," he whispered in her ear and she jumped.
	She couldn't help herself from reacting to the images that filled 
the screen.  Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. She knew Mulder 
was watching her, but she couldn't help it.  She wasn't even sure what 
she was feeling...shock, disgust, intrigue.
	A thought formed.  "I thought you said the TV was broken."
	"I lied."
	"Why?"
	He didn't anwer and she let it drop.  Mulder never looked at the 
screen and Scully didn't take her eyes off it.  He saw the color rise in 
her cheeks, but thought it might be embarrassment.  Until he noticed she 
was breathing faster.  He looked away from her then, uncomfortable with 
the fact that whether he liked it or not, Scully was getting excited by this.
	He looked at the screen and his own feelings went cold.  The 
people and their actions and their body parts seemed less than real.  
Completely inhuman, uninteresting and uninvolving.  He started to get 
irritated.
	What he didn't know what that Scully was reacting more to his 
presence beside her and his eyes on her than she was to the actual 
movie.  The movie just made her think of what they could be doing.  And 
that she kind of wanted to be doing it.
	Even though it was the last thing in the world they should do.
	Mulder didn't think he was going to be able to stand 90 minutes 
of this.  He'd wanted her to be shocked and outraged, he realized, but 
he'd underestimated her.  If she could handle an autopsy, there was no 
reason she couldn't handle watching people have sex.  After all, she'd 
never died, but she had had sex...
	Don't go there, Mulder told himself.  He looked back at the 
screen.  The man was talking as he pulled the clothes off a woman in an 
elevator.  Scully shifted restlessly beside him and his eyes went to 
her.  Her face was even more flushed and she was enthralled.   He looked 
quickly at the screen when she looked over at him.
	Now the man, still talking, was handcuffing the ecstatic woman to 
the rail inside the elevator.  Mulder didn't think it was possible and 
was surprised to see a close up of how the man did it.  Then he started 
to get an idea...he wondered if it would work.  "I need a drink." he 
declared suddenly and Scully looked at him.
	"What're you drinking?" she asked.  He shrugged.  "Can I have one too?"
	A moment later he handed her the glass.  She drained it quickly, 
liking the haze it put on her thoughts.  She was about to ask for some 
more, but thought the better of it.  She sighed heavily and rested her 
head on the arm of the couch, looking back at the TV.  What a stupid 
movie, she thought, amazed that someone as bright as Mulder would be 
interested in this stuff.  Then again, she amended, it had little to do 
with his brain.
	Her eyelids were starting to get heavy when Mulder put his arm 
around her shoulders.  She raised her head as though to ask, what are you 
doing?  Then put it down again, resting her cheek on his hand.
	Now Mulder was in the awkward position of having one arm around 
her and trying not to touch her in any other way.  When did life get so 
complicated? he asked himself, sitting there uncomfortably.  He finally 
gave in and settled in next to her.  She shifted and her body pressed 
against his warmly.
	Scully lifted her head, looking from the ridiculous action on the 
screen to him.  "That  guy never stops running his mouth," she tilted her 
head to indicate the guy in the movie.
	"I noticed that too." Mulder said.  Actually, he was about ready 
to scream "Shut up!" at the screen in frustration.
	Her gaze lingered on him, like she was looking for something in 
his face.  "Would you talk all the way through sex?" she asked, her 
speech a little slower than usual.
	He wondered if she was a little drunk or just sleepy.  It was 
getting late.  "Are we still playing?" he asked, his fingers drifting 
closer to her skin.
	A corner of her mouth twisted up in a half smile.  "You can't 
dare me to have sex with you." she said.
	"What would you do if I did?" he asked, the playful tone of his 
words not masking half of his intense desire.  She smiled enigmatically, 
finding it the best answer.  "You may never find out otherwise." he 
cautioned.
	"Are you so sure?" she asked, looking into his eyes.  He felt her 
fingers at the nape of his neck and it sent slivers of feeling shooting 
through his body.  She urged his head closer to hers, her eyes drifting 
shut as his lips neared hers.
	Mulder suddenly remembered the trick she'd played on him and 
fought for self control.  He pressed his lips against hers, but didn't 
allow her to deepen the kiss.  Even when she tried.  Even when she sighed 
and shifted against him in protest.
	No matter how hard it was.
	He pulled away, propping himself up over her on his elbows.  Her 
eyes opened and he could see she was about to say something.  "I think 
it's time to go to bed." he said and her lips curled into a smile than 
was temptation personified.
	"Enjoy the couch," he whispered, brushing a final kiss against 
her forehead before he went to his bedroom and closed the door.
	"Huh." Scully was more than a little puzzled.  Her eyes fell to 
the TV, where the couple was doing it once more, this time on top of a 
copy machine.  She shut it off and lay back down on the couch, but she 
couldn't get to sleep.  She wriggled out of her bra and her pantyhose, 
dropping them on the floor, leaving the rest of her clothes on, but it 
didn't help.
	She was too frustrated to sleep.  And he'd done it on purpose.

	Scully did sleep a little though and when she woke the next 
morning, Mulder was gone.  So was her suitcase, her pantyhose and her 
bra.  She frowned.  Had she actually though last night's frustration 
would count as revenge?  What a fool.
	She found her bra in the freezer, reminding her of junior high 
slumber parties.  She refused to picture Mulder putting it there.  There 
was also no way she could wear it.  For a moment she considered putting 
it in the microwave to thaw it out, but then she remembered it had metal 
in it and while a fire might be what Mulder deserved, she didn't want to 
have to explain it to the firemen.
	She could live with this, she decided, and she would have to 
since her building was still off limits.  She wouldn't be entirely 
comfortable, but at least she was wearing a slip and that would help a 
little.  She wondered what would be waiting for her when she got to work.
	Mulder met her in the elevator.  She frowned again, wondering if 
he'd been riding up and down until she arrived.  Her eyes flicked over 
him warily, expecting his revenge as the doors slid closed.
	He moved toward her, his eyes dark and feverish.  Neither of them 
said a word.  She stepped back. Into the corner.
	He stood in front of her, blocking her escape, and looked down at 
her.  She considered begging for mercy, but remembered she'd humiliated 
him.  Begging would do her no good.
	He reached over and pulled out the stop button.
	The elevator stopped moving.  This was the moment of truth.
	His mouth descended on her neck and she jumped like she'd been 
burned.  But it was only a few moments before her eyes closed and she 
surrendered to the sensations.  She barely protested when he pulled her 
sweater off over her head without actually touching her skin.
	She's wearing a slip, he thought, but he was actually relieved.
	"Mulder?" she asked, unwilling to let him stop, but unwilling to 
ask for more.
	He smiled at her and tension started to build.  He took her hand, 
caressing it, and then snapped his handcuffs around her wrist.  Her eyes 
widened as she remembered the movie and her skin stained with a blush.  
He fastened the other cuff to the railing.  He slowly eased her skirt to 
the floor, his fingers skimming her hips.  
	Then he picked up her sweater, pushed the Stop button back in, 
and left the elevator.
	Scully's eyes closed, furious with herself.  She'd been set up.  
There was no way she could escape.  And the elevator started to go down.
	The doors opened on the lobby and there stood Allison, the perky 
new agent.  Today she was wearing a white spandex miniskirt and a lime 
twin set.  Dress code, Scully thought instantly, then had to consider how 
she must look.  Allison's eyes widened.  "Agent Scully?"
	"Yes." There was no way she could get out of this.  No way.
	"You...you...you're handcuffed in the elevator."  Allison leaned 
against the doors, holding them open.  "And you're in your slip.  
And..."  Allison was clearly shocked.  "That is the biggest hickey I have 
ever seen."
	Scully thought she had gained control of her temper, but she was 
wrong.  THAT was what Mulder was doing?  She struggled against the metal 
restraints.  "Fox Mulder you get down here and unlock me this instant!" 
she yelled, even though she knew he couldn't hear her.  She was going to 
murder him.
	Allison gaped at her.  "Agent Mulder locked you up?" she asked.
	Scully closed her mouth, remembering how quickly Allison had that 
nasty rumor about Mulder circulating.  "I can explain -"
	"This is sick." Allison said.  "You two are sick!  I'm going to 
tell Asst. Director Skinner -"
	Scully's heart sank as she could see past Allison.  "Here he 
comes." she said.
	"What is going on here?" asked Skinner.  He was not amused.
	Neither was Scully when she imagined Mulder down in their office 
laughing about this.  She didn't care that this was payback for what 
she'd done.
	This was not the end.  Not by a long shot.

End.
That wasn't so bad, was it?  Comments to : eponine@uci.edu

Coming soon: Dares 3/The Final Revenge, a story that is as funny and 
written in the spirit of the original Dares.