From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 05:50:58 -0600 Subject: Someday Series (2/5): Effects by ErisaMarie Preston Source: direct Reply To: XPhilerisa@hotmail.com Author: ErisaMarie Preston Email: XPhilerisa@hotmail.com Rating: PG-13 for suggestive dialogue Spoilers: Sequel to Excuses, Excuses Keywords: Scully emotion, MSR Summary: Scully take care of Mulder after he is released from the hospital; his presence sends her imagination/ emotions into overdrive Archive: Of course, just let me know where, so I can visit! Disclaimer: This story is mine; Title: Effects (1/1) everything else belongs to CC, 1013, Fox...yada,yada,yada Feedback: I would really appreciate some! ThanX! Notes: This is the second installment of a five-part story. The other parts are Excuses, Excuses (part 1), Acceptance of Someday, Arrival of Someday and After Someday. After Someday is rated NC-17, so younger readers beware! ********************************************************************** When I think how life used to be, Always walking in the shadows. Then, my love, add what you've given me, I feel like dancing on my tip-toes. I must say, everyday I wake and realize You're by my side, I know I'm truly Blessed, for everything you give me, Blessed, for all the tenderness you've showed. Do my best, with every breath that's in me, Blessed, to make sure you never go. Blessed, with love and understanding, Blessed, when I hear you call my name. Do my best, with faith that's never-ending, Blessed, to make sure you feel the same. -Travon Potts and Brock Walsh, "Blessed" performed by Christina Aguilera ********************************************************************** Effects ErisaMarie Preston XPhilerisa@hotmail.com ********************************************************************** "So, Dr. Vilanich tells me you're well enough for me to take you home." "Finally! Your home or mine?" "Either, wherever you'll feel most comfortable." "Will you stay with me either way?" "Of course, you know I will." He smiles and I inherently know he needs me to baby him, mentally and physically. "Can I stay at your apartment?" "Sure, we'll just go get some clothes for you and then mi casa es su casa." "I thought you took German, Scully." "Yeah, well one picks these things up along the way." Now I know he's fine- at least mentally. I guess I'll have to give up my bedroom for a few days- or maybe not. No, do NOT go there!...two of the Bureau's agents living together... what will people say?- of course, it's perfectly innocent. Not that I want it to be indecent, well- "Oh, be careful." I gingerly help him into my car and start the engine. "I wanna drive" he whined, only half-kidding. "What is it with you and my driving? I'm perfectly capable of-" "Not much. Scully, you couldn't get road rage if you tried." "That's not true..." "Yes, it is; which is why I like to drive, so-" "So you can endanger my life as well as hundreds of innocent civili-" "Shut up, Scully" he teased, so I smile and drop it. My mind wanders as I imagine how blissful life would be if we lived together- maybe a little, okay, extremely hectic and cluttered, but nevertheless, very sweet and, well, wonderful. I picture myself, waking up next to him, chained in his embrace and feeling utterly protected, unafraid to face what the day might hold. I see us in the throes of passion, unbridled and raw, him burrowing deeper and deeper inside me. I can practically taste his lips upon mine and I feel the heat our bodies generate. I sense the love and the undying need we have and the knowledge of- "Scully?" he places his hand gently on top of mine, and I jump, startled out of my daydream. "Jesus, Mulder!" "You okay?" he looks concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine." I squeeze his hand to reassure him and then berate myself for the impropriety of my thoughts. With him sitting right next to me, they were completely inappropriate. Although, come to think of it, I know he's done the same thing at some point or another. Of course, he would never tell me that, but somehow I know he has. After all, it's completely normally to become attracted to someone after you've endured a highly stressful situation together. Well, we've been through hell together, so I guess given the ra- "Scully?" he says again, a little curious this time. "Hmmm?" "What're you thinking about?" "Not much- my mind's just wandering." Well, that was basically the truth. He didn't need to know my thoughts were gravitating towards him. "Oh." We reach my apartment and he settles himself on my couch when we get in the door. "What're you doing? Mulder, you need to sleep in my bed, so-" "Will you be in it?" he asks, his eyes sparked with excitement. "No" I say slowly, yet suggestively. Do you want me to be? No- Dana! Focus, Focus! "Well, I want to watch TV out here for a little while." "All right." The room was hot, stifling hot and I could feel the sweat gathering at the nape of my neck. "Are you hot?" for me? "Extremely!" he sighs. You're telling me! I almost giggle as I think what his reaction would be to my thoughts. I turn up the air conditioner and pour two glasses of iced tea, his beverage of choice. I wish he would drink me as readily as he did that glass. I wish he would- What is my problem? I have been thinking about him more than ever, with more intensity. Sure, I had been a little, well, extremely attracted to him before. Before he called it a date, and I knew in the back of his mind, he really considered it just that- a date. So did I- consider it a date. Now that he's staying here, I have to put reigns on my thoughts, restraining my emotions, for his sake as much as my own. "I'm gonna take a shower. Do you need anything?" "No- enjoy yourself," he smiles absent-mindedly while he flips through the channels. I'd enjoy myself more if you would join me! My God, Dana! Get a grip. Obviously him being here is having more of an effect on me than I thought it would have. A cold shower and I will be fine, just fine. The water soaks my skin and I feel refreshed, renewed. I feel in control. I step out of the shower and try to find some cool pajamas. Even with the AC on high, it is still warm- to warm to wear my silk pajamas. I settle for a loose t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. Mulder lets out a whistle as I walk into the room, obviously surprised at the change in my attire. "Scully. Showing a little skin are we?" he teasingly calls to me, while I get some frozen grapes from my freezer. "Do you really think it's appropriate to walk around in underwear in front of me?" he delights in the situation. "I'm not walking around in underwear" I say as I emerge from the kitchen. "Some people, myself included, consider those underwear. Scully, you naughty thing." I pop a grape semi-seductively into my mouth and I can practically hear his pulse racing. Oh, yeah, Mulder. Eat your heart out, I mean, deal with it. I'm wearing boxers. I sit indian style on the floor in front of him and pass the bowl of grapes. We are watching the Knicks game. Leave it to Mulder to find a Knicks game. We talk for what seems like hours, but is really less than forty-five minutes. Then I force him to get up and go to my bed. I fluff the pillows for him and turn off the light as I close the door. I only say goodnight, though I am tempted to kiss him. I lay on the couch, watching TV, turned down low, just in case he's actually fallen asleep. I close my eyes, trying to rest yet failing miserably- well, not exactly. I can't sleep, knowing he's down the hall and knowing I can't have him. I used to tell myself the reason I refused to call them dates, the reason I would never acknowledge my true feelings for him, was because deep down, I knew it could never work out. But I now know that was a lie; we could make a relationship last and it scares me to think I wouldn't be alone any more. I've lived with loneliness for so long, I sometimes doubt whether or not I can let someone in, even Mulder whom I trust with all my heart and soul. As I lay on the couch, Mulder sneaks softly out of my bedroom. He crosses in front of me, lifts up my legs, sits on the couch and places my legs gently across his. He rests his hand on my feet. "Fox William Mulder! You get back to bed this instant!" I put on my best Mom look and try to sit up, pulling my feet away from him. "Yeah, sure, Mother. Whatever you say." He grips my foot and doesn't allow me to move. Thank God I painted my toe nails; I can't help but feel self-conscious in front of him. My nails are red- for some reason, that strikes me as ironic. He slowly and carefully begins to massage my right foot, very tenderly and, surprisingly, comfortably. Normally, anyone touching my feet would get a kick in the face and a giggle from my ticklish impulses. However, with him it's different- I feel at ease and relaxed, although I don't know why. "You okay?" "Yeah. You know, Scully, I... I don't think I've told you... I just... what I'm trying to say is thank-you, for everything. I mean everyday, everyday I was in the hospital, you came to visit me before work, after work, on your lunch break... I guess I want you to know how much I truly appreciate you. I've taken you for granted so many times and I apologize for that... I just, I guess I knew you'd always be with me, and I..." He stops short and I look at him, questioning. "I forgot what I was going to say." He looks down at my foot, in his hand and I nearly melt. I gently pry my foot from his grip and sit up, next to him. I take his hand in mine and rub my thumb in his palm. He turns me to face him with a twist of his (unbroken) arm. My bare legs rise in goose-flesh as he brushes against me. His hand grips the back of my neck and draws me closer until out lips finally meet, tasting, touching, licking each other. His mouth refuses to give up its hold upon mine. ********************************************************************** Continued in.... Acceptance of Someday Feedback: welcome at any time or place! please dispense freely! XPhilerisa@hotmail.com ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AIM/AOL Instant Messenger: RisieBaybe, RisiePookie XPhilerisa@hotmail.com risie@ucla.edu Scully: "You have seen it before, I could tell. You lied to them." Mulder: "I would never lie- I willfully participated in a campaign of misinformation." -Shadows, season 1 "Being the Spirit of Truth, He will lead you to all Truth" -John 16:13