The Horny Beast by Leigh Alexander leigh_xf@geocities.com First posted: June 2nd, 1996 RATING: PG CATEGORY: VRH SPOILERS: Syzygy KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully romance SUMMARY: What might have happened if it had been Scully knocking on Mulder's hotel room door, rather than Detective White. DISCLAIMERS: 1) Dana and Fox belong to Chris and Ten Thirteen Productions and the other Fox. Absolutely *no* copyright infringement is intended - I'm not doing this for money, I'm doing it for love. I *love* these characters, I wouldn't want to hurt them! :) 2) OK to archive, but if it's going anywhere other than Gossamer, please drop me a line just so I can keep track. 3) Feel free to distribute and discuss this, as long as my name and addy remain attached. INTRO: Well, I've just seen "Syzygy" and I couldn't stop myself from typing out this little bit of inanity. I was sure that it was going to be Scully knocking on Mulder's hotel room door, but it turned out to be Detective White, so I've made up my own little scenario in which it *was* Scully and they were both under the severe influence of cosmic forces! I have attempted to retain the style and humour of that ep, so if you were not a big "Syzygy" fan, then I doubt very much that you'll like this story. Even if you did like the ep, I can't guarantee that you'll like this story - it's really just a bit of fluff that I wrote in a few hours, and that hasn't been read over, or edited by anyone. (Which is my way of saying sorry if it's too silly for words!) I'm happy to receive constructive comments on this one, but only if the comments are within the framework of the ep - that is, don't bother e-mailing me with "they're out of character" type thoughts, because as we know, that was (IMO) the whole point of the ep. ------------------------------------------------------------- The Horny Beast ------------------------------------------------------------- Scully inhaled deeply. The acrid smoke filled her lungs and she welcomed the sensation with reckless abandon. Scully was not a smoker. The last time she had smoked was when she was fourteen and had stolen one of her mother's cigarettes to see what all the fuss was about. She hadn't liked it then, and she didn't like it now - but what she did like was the sense of rebellion it invoked in her. Dana Scully, little Miss goody-two-shoes, a *smoker*. She smiled to herself briefly, before the memory of her partner's behaviour hit her once more and her face turned into a scowl. She couldn't stop pacing up and down the room, "Detective White", she muttered repeatedly under her breath, tossing her head in an imitation of the tall, blond, *attractive* detective. Finally she couldn't stand it anymore. She had to have it out with him, *again*. ******************* Glancing briefly through the peekhole, Mulder was surprised to see that it was his partner who had knocked somewhat hesitantly on his door. Normally the sight of Scully outside his door while they were working on a case wouldn't surprise him. But this was no ordinary case, and the last time he'd seen her, she'd been furious at him. He opened the door slowly, only to have it pushed forcefully towards him - narrowly missing his face. Scully stormed into the room, discarding her coat in a single movement and turning round to face him. Mulder could feel the effects of the alcohol already - his head felt foggy, and he couldn't quite remember how he was supposed to act around her. He tried smiling generously, "Hey Scully." She replied with a tight-lipped scowl and he realised that that wasn't the right tone. He tried again, unaware of the small stutter that was emanating from him, "H-how can I h- help you?" Scully glared at him and asked with barely restrained fury, "Mulder have you been drinking?" Mulder's face suddenly assumed the chagrined expression of a small child. "Uh... yes. Yes, I have. Which I don't normally- - I don't drink." Scully cast her eyes about the room, and quickly saw the bottle of vodka balanced precariously on the edge of the TV set. She walked over and picked the bottle up, throwing a condemning glance at Mulder as she did so. He shrugged his shoulders in a mixture of resignation and admission - a look that was soon tempered with that of surprise as Scully unexpectedly took a swig from the bottle. Scully felt the alcohol surge through her, adding to the power of out-of-control emotions she was already feeling. She looked back at Mulder who had moved in her direction and was standing just in front of the bed. "Mulder, you have been a complete asshole ever since we started investigating this case! If you want to screw around with that blond bimbo, then do it on your own time - leave me out of it!" Despite the alcoholic induced fugue, Mulder was able to comprehend that Scully's anger had not lessened in the slightest since their encounter earlier in the day - only now it was being exarcebated by the vodka, which was having a surprisingly dramatic effect on his partner. She continued, her blue eyes flaring wildly, "... and Bambi! Believe me - I haven't forgotten your behaviour on *that* case, Mulder. You and your Dr. Bambi!" Her tone was mincing and cruel. Mulder felt suddenly at a loss in the face of her anger. "You couldn't *wait* for me to get out of there as soon as she was around. God, Mulder - you're such a prick!" Scully saw Mulder's expression of puzzlement, and it only made her more pissed off. She strode towards him angrily, and he started backing up, forgetting the bed behind him. His legs connected with the mattress, and buckled of their own will. He sank onto the bed, and Scully continued her attack, drawing nearer with every word, until she was pressed up against his knees and he was forced to look upwards to see her. "Mulder - you have let your hormones take complete control of you on this case... just like they did with the stupid cockroach case. You have insulted me, and ditched me, and ignored me, and.... and ... ogled other woman instead of realising what was right under your goddamn nose!" Her voice had escalated through the speech, losing control in a mixture of jealous rage and alcoholic confusion. Before either of them had time to process her final words, Scully placed her hands on Mulder's chest and pushed him roughly so that he lay sprawled on the bed. She followed this action by placing her palms on the edge of the mattress on either side of his prone form. Mulder panicked and started to push himself backwards along the bed. Scully wasn't going to let him get away that easily, and she quickly climbed onto the bed and straddled him - all thoughts of decorum and respect flying out the window. All she could think about were the long-repressed urges she'd felt towards her partner for two years: desires which she'd been able to quench until now. It was as though some tangible force had worked its way into her blood and her muscles and was pushing her to act out her suppressed needs. Mulder felt his pulse racing but he couldn't discern whether it was from panic or arousal - for there was no doubt that his partner's completely out-of-character seduction was having an alarmingly powerful effect on him. But the circumstances were wrong, and he knew he had to stop this. As she leaned closer to him, Mulder tried to sit up and said weakly, "Scully, why don't we just watch a film - there's a movie on TV... the same one on every channel actually." "Weird." Her reply was breathless, and he felt his self- control slipping away at the sight of her open mouth and eyes full of desire. Her face moved closer to his, and he was assaulted by her breath, which he would have expected to be sweet and alluring, but was instead infused with the stale smell of cigarettes combined with alcohol. He was momentarily taken aback, "Scully, have you been smoking?" She blinked and pulled back slightly, as if his words had suddenly reminded her where she was and what she was doing. Her brow creased in bemusement and she replied with a puzzled tone, "Yes... yes, I have." However, her confusion quickly vanished, and she abruptly plunged forward and pressed her lips against Mulder's. Before either of them had time to register the sensation there was a sound behind them, and they swivelled around in time to see Detective White burst into the room - the words she had been saying dying on her lips the instant she saw them. She quickly recovered and said briefly, "There's been another death," before turning on her heel and leaving the room as rapidly as she had entered it. Mulder and Scully looked at each other, and Scully could feel her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as her anger and lust simultaneously desert her in a split-second. She quickly clambered off the bed, and distractedly tugged her now slightly-dishevelled clothes back into position. Mulder remained on his back, and his eyes closed briefly as he allowed himself a tiny moment of regret. So lost was he in his thoughts of what might have been that he barely heard Scully's voice hesitantly forcing out an apology. Before he had time to respond she had left the room, muttering something that he couldn't quite hear, only managing to catch two angry words, "Detective *White*!" Mulder smiled to himself. ~ THE END ~ ------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading. Comments are welcome. leigh_xf@geocities.com