From: Ernestina Sena Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2000 13:14:00 -0800 (PST) Subject: Let me know if you like this...please? Source: direct Trust Me (1/1) Rating: PG Author: Superhumanalienhunter SHAH Subject: Mulder and Scully get locked in a Closet! Oh yeah, there's also a kiss. 'A little' one! Archive this if you would like to... Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to the X-Files or its Characters. I give credit to 1013 and Chris Carter for the creation of the two 'most' prolific characters on television. Special thanks goes out to all my 'peeps' on the Haven board. I love you guys. Title: Dare you to... Mulder has to be the most wicked person I have ever known. I thought Billy Hudson was bad but Mulder takes the cake. I remember how Billy Hudson used to tie my hair to the chair during Art Class. I was in the third grade and Mom thought that I had exhibited a great appreciation for art. She enrolled me into a little Junior 'Artsman' class at the local Y. At first everything was dandy. I got to draw as much as I wanted. There was no teacher prodding me from behind, "Dana, this is 'Reading' and not 'Art'. Put the crayons away or else..." . I was Pretty happy every Tuesday afternoon until Billy Hudson showed up with a Mullet Do and a sneer. And as I sat on the farthest end of the Janitors closet of the Royal Hilton during perhaps the worst storm to hit the east coast, I saw that very same sneer overcome my partners face. Mulder was far more wicked than Billy Hudson. "So..." He said breathlessly. "Do I detect fear Mulder?" I asked as delightfully as when that fatal day came when Billy Hudson sat on a big bucket of tempera. My big bucket of Tempera of course. "Scully, I fear nothing 'cept maybe you on your..." He trailed off just as I flung my badge at him. "So, what do we do?" He asked, this time there was an over exerted effort to sound calm. You know the kind where you try to be fearless but your body shakes uncontrollably and your words come out like quakes? That was Mulder that day in that closet. I have to admit I loved it. I loved it because for the first time I could see his knees giving way beneath him as he crumpled into a massive heap on the linoleum floor. "Mulder, I don't think we'll be getting out of here any time soon so do you want to tell me what all this is about? I asked. I could just barely see his face through the refraction of outside light pouring in from the hinges of the door. "I hate small dark places." He said with a huff. I felt my way across the cold floor. I could see his face and the outline of his upper torso but the floor before me was as dark as an abyss. I felt my way on my hands in knees for fear of colliding head first into some unforeseen shelf or worse, a wall. "Mulder, I can barely see you..." I stopped short of crawling over his feet. "There you are" I finished. He eased over to his right allowing for just enough room for me to squeeze in next to him. "Scully, have you ever been locked in a closet, in the dark, in some abandoned floor of a hotel in the middle of a bad storm before?" He asked. "Well no Mulder, I don't think I have. But you wanna know what? I would rather be locked in here with someone I trust and with someone I am comfortable with than all alone." I pulled my head back for a moment to catch his reaction through the only bead of light we had. "So, you aren't afraid?" He asked almost pathetically. "No. Because we're together" I said. I could feel a lump beginning to swell in my throat. Oh God, if I had choked right then and there he would never have taken me seriously. But, I was thirsty. We had been locked in that closet for almost six hours. I had unconsciously left my cell phone at the bureau and Mulder for some odd reason had lent his to Frohike. SO there we were;hungry and thirsty with no way out. "Scully...?" His voice was low and inaudible against the thunder that seemed to clap continuously and without end. "Yes?" I asked with a sense of urgency in my voice, as if the whole building would have collapsed before I, even with his shoulder to mine, ever heard what he had to say. "I'm glad you got locked in here with me and not Frohike!" He laughed then and I could feel my cheeks welling up. My face seemed to get hotter by the minute and his teasing didn't help. "Mulder, how are we going to get out of here if you insist on ..." I did'nt even get the chance to finish my one of many defenses I had grown accustomed to using throughout the years. Before I could finish Mulder wrapped his left arm around my shoulders. "You were saying?" He asked as mischieviously as Heathcliff in pursuit of some slimy fish. I felt my shoulders tense and my knees weaken. Then I remembered something Bette Davis had said in the film, "All about Eve". It was something like women having a career they didn't choose but had to take whether they liked it or not. It was 'Womanhood', and as I sat there in my partners arms, in the dark, hungry and cold, I thought about those words carefully. I pondered the truth behind it and then I eased in closer to Mulder and I actually smiled at the thought of being a woman. "What are you so happy about? It's cold in here" he said in his defense, as if he expected me to ask him why his arm was so tight around my neck. "Mulder you aren't really scared, are you" "Me? Scared?...Of what?" "Oh, I don't know-Aliens?" He let go of me then. I straightened my back against the wall and tried not to seem hurt. "Do you really think I'm scared?" "Yes, I do" He stood up and walked over to the other side of the closet. He started to pace. I felt bad for even telling him what I thought. This was one of those moments when I should have kept my mouth shut. "Well, don't pretend YOU aren't scared 'Little Miss'" He was glaring over at me. It's funny how all of a sudden the room was illuminated enough so I could see him completely. I froze in fear from the unknown presence of light streaming in. "What's that?" I yelled over a thunder clap. "Ha-ha...scared are we?" I have to admit I was. The thunder seemed to get louder by the second and just the fact that he wasn't close to me made my body shiver. "Mulder, come over here" I yelled. He must have sensed my fear then. Either that or his own fear was bothering him because no sooner had I said it then did he obey. "Scully, I think someone else is here with us" "Someone-who?" He hunched down beside me and put his head to the floor. He was attempting to detect the source of the light. I caught a bright beam as it bounced off the back wall and illuminated the tip of his nose. "Mulder" I said finally, and then, " I'm scared." He looked at me with a careful smile. "Don't worry, I'm here" He said as calm as the Chesire cat. "What do we do?" I asked him. He sat down beside me and dug his hands into his pockets. Then he proceeded to pat me down in an untimely fashion. "What are you looking for?" "A mirror-You don't carry a mirror?" Before I could answer him, he rose to his feet and grabbed a metallic dust pan from one of the wall hinges. He got down on his stomach; the dustpan by his face. I watched curiously as he attempted to catch a reflection from the dustpan. "Scully can you see this" he asked. I lay down beside him and got a peek. There were two leather clad feet. They were male in size and appearance. They echoed down the hall like tap shoes. "Yes, I see it" I answered finally. "Good, 'cause we're getting out of here" He rose to his feet and dusted off his pants before helping me to my feet. He began to dust off my jacket which seemed to weigh a ton. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded and he proceeded to bang and thrash on the door until we heard a male voice echoing down the corridor. "My name is agent Mulder. I am here with my Partner, Dana Scully. We are locked in. Can you get help?" "Yes sir. This is Agent Tallahask. I was sent to find you. I will have you out in a jiff sir." The Agent in the tap shoes shuffled away and I stood there beside Mulder, relieved but still hungry. "What do you say we get a Burger?" "Oh, Yes please." He smoothed his hands through my hair. I looked up at his frowning face. "What?" "Nothing Scully" He took my face into his hands and my stomach fluttered. He kissed me then and the darkness around us disappeared. My heart pounded furiously and my knees gave so that I found myself woozy and graceless. I stumbled as he let go. A slight trace of his saliva lingered on my lips. I licked them and smiled. "Well Mr. Mulder, is this truth or dare?" I asked finally after what seemed like an eternity of silence. He gazed into my eyes and said as easily as only he could, "I dared myself!" For days since we haven't heard the end of it. I ignore the whispers of course. Two agents locked in a closet on some deserted floor of some swanky hotel. That's the sort of thing stories are made of. Thank GOD they don't know about the kiss! (The End)