| Title: Snowed In (1/3) Author: D.M. E-Mail: [email protected] Distribution: I would be honored. (I would love to know so I can come and visit it:) Spoiler Warning: You should have a general knowledge of the show. There are some names mentioned, but nothing that will give away plot lines. Rating: PG Classification: S R Key Words: Mulder/Scully Romance Disclaimer: Ohhhh, if they only belonged to me! But, sadly they do belong to Chris Carter and those horrid people at 20th Century FOX� who are trying to steal money from David� who is a very nice guy, I know this too� from personal experience� Summary: Mulder and Scully are stuck in the car� in a snow storm� just put two and two together and remember this IS a MSR! Notes: I started this a while ago but just recently decided to finish it�. I know it could be better, but this is my first attempt at fanfic� unless you count my one attempt at some badfic that I wrote with my best friend during a boring Humanities class� Well, anyways� enjoy, and I would love feedback� Just remember� this is my first attempt! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Mulder and Scully�s car Vermont Country Side 4:08 pm �Mulder, it�s cold in here. Just because it�s ten below outside doesn�t mean we have to freeze in here.� Mulder and Scully were driving up a long, narrow, windy road for what seemed like hours now in their government issued Ford Taurus. Snow was falling so thickly they could barely see the road ahead of them. And the higher they went the road just seemed to disappear beneath them. � Mulder, did you hear me? I said I�m cold!� Mulder sat in silence pretending to ignore her for another couple minutes before reaching up and turning the heat up full blast. �So� You knew we were coming to the snow, why didn�t you wear more clothes?� �More clothes? Mulder, if I were wearing any more clothes you would have to roll me out of the car. I�m wearing a thermal, sweater, sweatshirt, vest, jacket, you name it, I�m wearing it.� �Ok, fine. Want my sweater?� �Yes, please.� �Ok, you can have it on one condition.� Scully raised her eyebrow in question. �I get to roll you out of the car,� Mulder said with a bemused smile on his face. �Very funny, where�s your sweater?� �In the back,� Mulder said nodding his head towards the back seat. Mulder glanced at Scully out of the corner of his eye. She was trying, but not successfully to retrieve the sweater. Mulder let a smile slip his lips as she continued to reach. Her short arms and the many different layers of clothing she was wearing made it impossible for her to get a hold of the sweater. Still grinning, Mulder said, " Here, let me help you, shorty. It's a pretty long reach." With that Mulder casually reached behind him and grabbed the sweater with ease and handed it to her. "Thanks," an un-amused Scully replied as she covered her small body with the huge sweater. "So, Mulder, tell me again, why are we journeying through Vermont in the dead of winter?" Mulder went on to repeat the usual alien cover-up governmental conspiracy theory that Scully had heard on more occasions than she would care to remember. So she quieted him by turning on the radio and saying, "Never mind! Sorry I asked." Two and a half hours later�. "Mulder, we're lost. Admit it!" "We're not lost, Scully. Here, let me see the map." "Oh, you don't think I can read a map?" "No, Scully, I think you are very capable of reading a map, but it's easier for me to see it. So, may I see it, please?" "Not while you're driving." "You want me to pull over and get stuck in the snow?" "No." "Then let me see the map." "No." As they continued to argue, Mulder accidentally swayed to the right. All of a sudden Scully looked up and yelled, "Mulder." Mulder saw what he had done and over corrected. The car hit a patch of ice and went spinning out of control. The car only stopped when the tail end hit a tree and caused the car to fall into a small embankment. The car was stuck. "Scully?" "Hmm, yeah?" She said in pain. "You okay?" "Yeah, you?" She said putting the backside of her hand to her forehead. "I'm� Scully, you're bleeding." Mulder said with concern in his voice as he looked at her forehead. Scully took her hand down from her head and noticed the smeared blood. "Let me see, Scully." "I'm fine, Mulder." "No, you're not. If you were fine, you wouldn't be bleeding." Scully sighed and leaned forward letting him examine the cut. "Ouch," she said. "That hurts, Mulder." "Sorry." "You know, I'm the doctor, I should be doing this, not you." "Be quiet, Scully. Do you have a Band-Aid? "In the first-aid kit. Ouch!" "Sorry." Before Mulder got the first-aid kit, he took the bottom of his tee-shirt and ripped off a piece, and wet it with Scully's water bottle. "Oh, how noble." Scully quipped. "Well, there wasn't any tissues and I don't carry a handkerchief." Mulder said with a smile. "You could have asked me." Scully said, smiling as she pulled a bright white hanky from her jacket pocket. "Never leave home with out it." "Too late, at least this way I get to play the hero." "Some hero." Scully said, remembering what happened, "If you would have just let me deal with the map, we probably would have been there by now." "You're right, I'm sorry." "What?" Scully squeaked. "I said, you're right." "Sorry, Mulder, I guess I'm just not used to hearing you say that to me. In the past six years that we've worked together, I don't think I've heard it once." "Yes you have!" "No, never." Scully said plainly. "I have too!" "Oh, yeah? When?" "Ummmm, never mind, it's not important when." "It�s okay, I forgive you, Mulder." "Scully�. Never mind, arguing this will get us no where." "You're right, what now?" "I have a cell-phone." "Congratulations, so do I, but that won't help us." "Why not?" "Do you know where we are?" "No." "So, how are you going to tell them where to find us? It's a cellular. Can't be traced. If they could, our job would be a lot easier." "So� what do you suggest?" "I don't know. You're the one who got us into this mess." Mulder sighed and decided to see if the car would start. Scully stared across the seat at him and gave him an amused smile. "Mulder, we are, ummmm� stuck. In an embankment. So, unless you can make the car sprout wings and fly� We're not going anywhere." "Scully, don't be ridiculous! Cars cant fly!" Mulder said in a mocking tone. "Mulder�" Scully said with a warning. "No, Scully, I'm seeing if the car will start to see if we can get some heat in here. I don't think we'll be going anywhere soon." "Well, it's not going to run all night, Mulder." "I know, but we can still turn it on to warm up, every once and a while." "Mulder, it's probably 10 below outside. Once the car is turned off, we'll freeze." "You're right�. " As she realized he told her she was right, again, in the same night. She replied, "You're on a roll tonight, Mulder. You feeling okay?" Ignoring her, "Hey, wasn't there an emergency blanket in the trunk? I think I remember seeing one when I loaded the car." "Was there?" "Yeah, I'll be right back." With that Mulder zipped up his jacket and headed out into the snow, which now was falling in chunks, it appeared, on the ground. It was hard to see to get to the rear of the car, and Mulder wondered how he had managed to drive under such weather conditions. Surely the weather hadn't worsened that much in the short amount of time that they had been sitting there. When Mulder reached the trunk, he opened it to find that his memory had served him correctly and there was indeed an emergency blanket just waiting there for him. He also noticed that there was only one blanket. As he pulled it out, he couldn't help but smile at the raised eye brow he would receive from a certain red head when she realized that having only one blanket would mean that they must share. It made sense. Shared body heat would help get them through the night, until someone found them. He also realized that they should put on as much warm clothes as possible to help ward out the chill. With a smile he remembered that Scully had already put on every article of clothing she brought with her, so he grabbed his over night bag and headed back to the warmth of the car and to Scully. "I come bearing gifts." Mulder said as he opened the door and slid back into the drivers seat. "Looks like we'll have to share, though." "Some gift." Scully said half smiling. "Okay, so share, it's already getting cold in here." At that Mulder unfolded the blanket and spread half of it across Scully. "Thanks, Mulder." "You're welcome, Scully." One hour later�.. "Mmulderrr, it's ffreezingg. Aren�t yyou ccoldd?" "Yeah, has anyone ever told you you're a blanket hog?" "I'mmm ssorry." "It's okay. Look, Scully, this isn't working. Don't take this the wrong way, but don't you think we should relocate to the back seat?" "Hmmmm?" "Well, you know that shared body heat is a good way to keep warm and we can't exactly do that in the front seat; not with this gear shift in the way." "Okayyy." Scully was too cold to think and she knew that cuddling next to Mulder wasn't the most repulsive of ideas. Instead of getting out of the car to move to the back, Mulder suggested that he move first, through the space between the front seats, so he could lie against the seat back and Scully could be in front of him. He didn't want to squish Scully by having her lay in back of him. Once Mulder settled in the back he told Scully to follow what he had done. The only problem was she was wearing so many layers it was almost impossible for her to fit through the opening. Mulder finally had to grab hold of her by the waist and pull her through. As a result she ended up on his lap. "Sorry, Mulder. I told you that you would have to roll me around if I were to wear anymore clothing. Your sweater is what did it." She said in an almost embarrassed tone of voice. Mulder, not letting go of his hold on her waist, looked into her eyes and said, "I didn't roll you, Scully. I kind of just tugged at you a little. You made it, though." At that Scully smiled. Then she realized that she was still on his lap and broke off the gaze. Mulder understood her discomfort and let her slide off his lap. He was a little disappointed, but then remembered that soon enough she would be in his arms again. "So, how do you want to work this one out?" Mulder asked. "Well, lets just do it as you suggested, you lie down first and I'll�.." She said, not needing to explain further. "Okay." Mulder took the blanket, lied down and covered himself. Then he took the remaining half and opened it up, inviting Scully to lay down next to him so he could cover her with it as well. Scully scooted in next to him and Mulder covered her up, and casually put his arm around her waist. Because Mulder was so tall, he had to bend his knees which meant he was forced to basically spoon his body around Scully's smaller frame. At first Scully remained stiff, and she wouldn't allow herself to relax. She almost forgot about the cold. But, as she realized and became familiar with the warm inviting feeling of Mulder against her body, she loosened up and nuzzled her head underneath his chin. Mulder couldn't believe how cozy Scully was becoming, not that he was complaining. He was closer to the woman resting next to him then he had ever been to anyone. She was the only one who kept him sane, kept him honest. Without her, he would have most likely been committed to some institution somewhere for the unstable. It was only natural, he assumed, to have some of the feelings that he did for her. He knew, when the time was right, that he would tell her all of these things, but the problem was he never knew when the right time was. Infact, he wasn't sure that he hadn't already missed it. With that thought he tightened his hold on her and nuzzled her back. As Scully felt Mulder move and respond to her unconscious snuggling, she felt her pulse quicken. This was not an unusual thing. Infact it happened frequently, when ever he put his hand on the small of her back, or he brushed his fingers over her hand while they reached for the same object. She knew, being a doctor, why it happened, but she still didn't like the fact that he could have such an effect on her. Ever since they met he had always sent sly innuendoes her way. She brushed them off as just another one of his annoying yet endearing qualities. It wasn't possible that he felt the way she did. She knew that he respected her, trusted her and would always be there if she needed him, but that was all, wasn't it? Scully all of a sudden became discouraged and realized that she was extremely tired. She might as well take advantage of the situation and Mulder's warmth. She closed her eyes, willing sleep to over take her. After a while Mulder felt Scully relax completely and he realized that she must have fallen asleep. His thoughts were confirmed after he heard her let out a small snore. He smiled as he settled in and closed his eyes as well. He tried and tried, but just couldn't seem to make himself sleep. After a while, just as sleep began to creep into the realm of possibility, he heard something. It was coming from Scully. Was she awake, he wondered? He listeded as she continued to make noises. She must be dreaming, he concluded. Then he heard something. "Muphlder." Mulder was confused. Was she calling for him, or maybe she was just dreaming. To be safe he answered her. "Yeah, Scully." Then she did something very unexpected. She pried herself loose from his firm grasp around her waist and turned around to face him. She opened her eyes, but they had a glossy dazed look on them, and Mulder realized that she was still asleep. But she looked right at him. This could be interesting, Mulder thought. "Mulder," she replied. "I was just thinking about you." "Oh, yeah, Scully? What about?" This definitely could get interesting. "Well, after all the years we've known each other, why haven't we, you know�" "Hmmm, Scully? No, I don't. Why haven't we, what?" Scully made a whimpering noise and Mulder couldn't do anything but smile. Too bad this was just a dream she was having, but it wasn't a dream for him, he realized. And, as an added bonus, he had a rare glimpse of her unconscious mind. "Well, Mulder�" she was becoming flustered. "Why haven't you ever made good on any of those little comments you so frequently throw at me?" Mulder was stunned. All he could manage to choke out was "What?" "You heard me, Mulder, just once would it kill you to look at me the way you did Phoebe and Bambi and all of those women you have in your video collection?" Mulder was stunned. He couldn't believe that she said what she did, but she was in a subconscious state. So, he felt that he could reply to her truthfully with out having to worry. "Well, Scully� because I respect you more. And I wouldn't want to risk our friendship for anything in the world. Even if it meant I could never be with you that way." Mulder couldn't believe that Scully even put herself in the same category as the women she spoke of. She had to know that he held more respect for her than that. "So," Scully continued, "the thought of being with me isn't so bad?" She asked with a girlish pout on her face. Mulder couldn't resist the look she was giving him and replied, "No, not at all. Infact I kind of like the whole concept." "Do you?" "Umm hmm," he said wiping a strand of hair from her face. "Mulder?" He started to answer but was cut off when Scully closed the distance between them and kissed him softly on the lips. Mulder was startled. He started to respond when Scully began to deepen the kiss, but remembered that she was sleeping and pulled back. As he did, Scully had closed her eyes again and was now back into the "asleep" stage and was snuggled back into his chest. Her hand, however, remained on his cheek where it had traveled when she kissed him. Mulder remained as he was. He was afraid to move. He needed to think. Scully had just opened up a part of herself that he knew, under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have. But, nonetheless, it was a good thing, a great thing he concluded. Maybe� strike that� most likely she harbored some of the same feelings that he did. And, maybe, just maybe, he hadn't missed the right time he was looking for to tell her how he truly felt. Infact, he knew he hadn't. ~ The End? Maybe� we'll see� if I get any requests for a sequel. Thanks for reading. "Sometimes you just have to start at the end to find the beginning." ~ Scully |