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From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 18 May 2002 12:48:21 -0000
Subject: Sure, Fine, Whatever by Waddles 52
Source: direct
Reply To: www.DASWaddles52@aol.com
Title: Sure, Fine, Whatever
Author: Waddles52
Summary: Mulder and Scully try to figure out what
happened in Comity
Spoilers: Post-ep for Syzygy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended
Archives: After_The_Fact, others please ask
Feedback: Sure. DASWaddles52@aol.com
As they left Comity, "the Perfect Harmony City" Mulder began to give
Scully directions, which she ignored. Both were still seething over
the events of their last case.
"Scully! You're gonna wanna . . .!"
Scully ignored him again and went straight through the intersection.
"You just . . . ran a stop sign back there, Scully," Mulder pointed
out.
"Shut up, Mulder."
"Sure, fine, whatever."
Mulder settled back in his seat. Now was not the time to make
conversation. They needed to put some miles between themselves and
Comity. Just what the hell had happened back there? He thought back
to Zirinka's explanation. "A Jupiter-Uranus opposition, forming
what's called a grand square, where all of the planets align into a
cross . . . A cosmic G-spot . . . if you were born in 1979 all the
energy of the cosmos would be focused on you."
"Margi and Terri had sure set the town on its ear all right," Mulder
thought. "Didn't do a lot for Scully and me either." He sighed
heavily and ventured a look at this partner. She stared daggers back
at him. Hopefully they'd soon be far enough away that they might
start to feel more like themselves.
Scully continued to drive, trying to put the events of the past 24
hours out of her mind, but it was hard. What was she thinking? Dana
Scully smoking? And Mulder? What in the world got into him?
Drinking and putting the moves on Detective White, or was Detective
White putting the moves on him? After all, she was on top when she
found them.
"Just stop it, Dana," she thought. "Let's just get as far away from
here as we can. Maybe we can still salvage this partnership, but
we'll have to talk about it later when I'm not so pissed."
"Uh, Scully?" Mulder broke into her thoughts.
"What, Mulder?" she snapped. Wow, she hadn't meant to do that, but
she just couldn't seem to stop herself.
"Could you pull over for a minute? I've uh . . . got to stretch my
legs," he answered hurriedly.
"Sure, fine, whatever," she muttered as she pulled to the side of the
road.
Mulder was out of the door in a flash, walking over to some bushes.
Scully saw him bend over and realized that he was vomiting all over
the bushes.
"Could this day possibly get any better?" she groused as she got out
of the car to see if she could help.
Mulder had sat down weakly by the time she reached him. "I'm okay,
Scully," he moaned
"If puking your guts out by the side of the road is okay, I guess you
qualify. Come on, Mulder. What's wrong?"
"Are you sure you care?"
Scully sat beside him. "Yes, Mulder. I actually do care."
"You could have fooled me," he said weakly as he began to heave again.
Scully moved closer and massaged his back until the heaving stopped.
When Mulder caught his breath he began to explain. "I was drinking
vodka and frozen orange juice back at the motel. You know I'm not
much of a drinker, and I guess that was a lethal combination."
"Between that and Detective White you had quite a combination," Scully
huffed.
"Scully, she came on to me. I swear, she had me on my back and
straddled me before I knew what hit me. If you hadn't come in when
you did, she probably would have raped me!" he exclaimed.
"I didn't see you fighting her off," Scully pointed out.
"I was in shock."
"Sure, fine, whatever," she said, a hint of a smile beginning to form.
She paused for a moment, then began her own confession. "You know,
Mulder. I wasn't quite myself back in Comity, either."
"Oh, really?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Mulder . . ." she warned.
"All right," he gave in. "What was so unusual about the way you were
feeling?"
"While you were drinking vodka and orange juice, I was next door
chain-smoking."
"Scully, you're kidding!"
"No, it seems we've both been a little out of character," she
admitted.
"A little?"
"Well, maybe a lot," she laughed. "What the hell happened back in
Comity, Mulder?"
"I don't know, Scully," Mulder admitted. "If you believe the "Great
Madam Zirinka", we were part of some great cosmic event. If you don't
buy that, maybe we were just a little sick and tired of each other."
"Maybe a little of both?" Scully ventured
"At this point it seems as reasonable as any other explanation," he
sighed. "Could you help me up? I'm still a little shaky."
Scully held her hand out and Mulder grabbed it. Soon he was on his
feet, a little wobbly, but definitely better.
"Are we okay now, Scully?" he asked tentatively.
"I'd say we're getting there, Mulder. How's your stomach?"
"Empty and much better."
"Good. Let's get going. I want to get as far from Comity as we
possibly can."
"I'm in total agreement."
"I'm still going to drive, though," Scully stated.
"Sure, fine, whatever," Mulder grinned and followed her to the car.
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