Title:         Aliens on Asylum
Author:        Nancy
Date:          October 2001
Spoilers:      Nope!
Rating:        PG-13 for some references to mature fun.
Keywords:      PWP, MSR
Summary:       A spooky outing
Disclaimers:   1013, Mulder, Scully, David, Gillian, Fox, are not mine.
Notes:         The title is the name of a yearly haunted house in
               Hartford, CT, my state's capital.
Thanks:        To my ever faithful beta readers, Kim and Denise.
Feedback:      Please, please, please to:  abracadabra1754@hotmail
Archive:       Sure. Just tell me where, please.




Aliens On Asylum
by Nancy


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"Aliens, Mulder?"

"Aliens, Scully!"

He ushers her inside the Asylum Avenue Warehouse seasonally known as
Aliens on Asylum, nearly knocking her over in his boyish enthusiasm
to gain entrance.

She, of course, notices his inner child bidding her to come play with
him.  Her inner child has long since left for parts unknown, but its
sibling, 'inner teen' is quite ready for some fun.

Eerie, ghoulish sounds.  Monster Mash remix.  Wisps of dry ice smoke.
Unbelieveable apparitions weaving, bobbing, darting from above, in
front, behind, overhead.

"This is your idea of a haunted house?"  Laughter plays on her ruby
stained lips as orange and silver flashes of light reflect the blue
of her eyes.

"*This* G-woman, is my idea of a ready-made Halloween celebration.
Valk vit me... the aliens are this vay."  His hands are everywhere,
pointing, gesturing, scooping her in a sideways bear hug in his
pre-alien enthusiasm.  She holds onto his arms in an attempt to remain
upright while he makes no efforts to curb his delight.

The Wall of Horrors precedes The Alien Alcove. The Wall is comprised of
small cubbies which contain 'oddities' for exploration.  They call to
the two intrepid explorers of all things 'odd'. The first stop is lit
only from high above, casting the cubby in murky darkness.  The small
placard positioned above the item reads, 'Touch and Taste if You Dare';
the fine print noting for hygiene reasons that the container is
changed after each explorer.

"Oooooo, Scully, haven't you ever wanted to stick your hands in the
unknown?"

"I do that all the time on our job Mulder." Her deadpan elicits a
snort from him.

"Ok, then you go first."  She is in front of the Wall; her ghoulish
partner frames her, his hands above her head on the Wall.  She turns
to tell him 'no way', but he leans in to tell her 'yes, way'.  Taking
her hand, his palm to the back of hers, he laces their fingers.
Before she can object, he plunges their hands into the large container.

"Oh!  Mulder! This is sooo gross!"

His feigned surprise is obvious. "Why Dr. Scully, surely you've had
your hands in much worse?" His question accompanies the squooshing
of her fingers into the gelatinous, creamy, sticky substance filled
with what appear to be large round grapes.

Her recovery is nothing short of remarkable...in its falseness.  "Of
course I have. It's just that I wasn't expecting this and don't have
my latex on."

She is trying to back away and withdraw their hands, but he is having
too much fun at her expense. To ensure that *they* will continue their
investigation of the spooky substance, he moves closer to her,
wrapping his other arm around her waist.  "Do you remember that the
sign mentioned 'tasting', Scully?'

She is all arms and legs and laughter and energy. "Oh no, you don't,
Mulder! There is no way I'm tasting this...this...stuff."

"How very scientific, 'stuff', but I--," his hand wars with hers,
"think--," she pulls his hand back down, " you will."  He succeeds
in bringing their hands out of the container; the ooey-gooey mess is
globbed and dripping between them.

But it is she who succeeds in quickly twisting in his grasp and shoving
their fingers into his mouth, their hands all over his face. She now
faces him completely. He has backed himself into the Wall of Horrors,
not from fright, but in a feeble attempt to dislodge his much too
clever partner's hand as it spreads the glop on his skin.

"Ok, smarty pants, tell me what your exploration shows.  Is this
indeed a horror? Is it an organic substance? Is it edible?"

"One qwuhesschon at a tim, Scuhmm".  He believes he can identify the
source of his speaking difficulties, but decides that he will not
work too hard to remove her slippery fingers from his mouth. Instead,
he will further the research on the blueberry flavored mixture.  He holds
her wrist and pulls her hand back just far enough to allow her fingers
to slide over his lips and out of his mouth. His face; a face only a
mother and his partner could love, is inches from hers as he
laps up the blue goop from each of her fingers.  "It *is* edible,
Scully and it's not horrific. As a matter of fact, I'd like to share
my findings with you, show you they're reproduceable. Just to show
you I can follow scientific procedure, of course."

"Muhl...no, that's ok. Let's check out the Alien Alcove..." She has
learned a few things working with this man, her partner, her
occasional date and much more often lover. One thing she has
confirmed beyond a ghost of a doubt is that in all his roles, he is
quite willing to at least try to prove himself. However, she has yet
to figure out how to remember this fact when she is faced with his
more playful side.

Her face is now covered with MulderFace in all its blueberry-flavored,
gelantinously ooey-gooeyness.  While at first, it proves to be a 
startingly squeamish sensation, she suddenly realizes that there is 
more than one way to interpret what she is feeling.

Although the texture is initially odd, the slip-sliding heat and soft
firmness of his lips on hers followed by the very warm, slightly
rough, decidedly probing feeling of his tongue parting her lips to
further their investigation is indeed wonderful.

His jean clad hips provide a very nice hand hold as she leans into
him. She is almost unconcerned about the stickiness in her hair as
his one glop-covered hand joins his clean one to cradle her head to
deepen their explorative kiss.

She is quite sure that the All Hallow's Eve full moon has bewitched
them.

Until her decidedly and lovingly frustrating partner pulls away from
her lips with a wet smacking sound and manages to yank on her hair as
he tries to unstick his goopy fingers.

Realizing that he will incur her wrath, Mulder more carefully
extracts his fingers, foregoing any explanation of the abrupt end to
what was turning out to be a rather promising kiss. Instead, he wipes
said hand on his jeans, takes Scully's hand in his other and sets off
to parts unknown.

'Not unlike many other nights' she muses as she involuntarily, but not
unhappily, follows him toward the Alcove of Aliens. Rolling her eyes
toward the goblined sky, she smiles and licks her still blueberry
flavored and probably blue tinted lips.

"Check this out, Scully." Mulder has stopped dead outside a room that
appears dark and devoid of anything...but 4 walls. He runs one hand
through his hair as he tugs on the hand he is holding.

"I'm looking, Mulder. I'm checking *this* out. Exactly what am I
supposed to be seeing?"

He looks over at her with what she will swear is mischief...very
serious mischief...and then pulls her one step into the room.

All hell and aliens break loose.

Gray and green and white and glowing 'aliens' of all sizes, shapes
and genders and non-genders burst forth. They burst from above and
in front and behind and up and down and sideways along with small
spaceships and assorted flying saucers.  A extraterrestrial greeny
glow light flits from one corner to the next in a staccato pattern
that is never the same twice, highlighting the florescent stars and
celestial bodies on the walls and ceiling.

He pulls her in front of him, his arms wrapped around her from behind,
alternating pointing and gesturing while squeezing her back against
the trick or the treat he seems to be saving for her. She personally
feels it's rather tricky of him to withhold his treat from her, but
she is patient and will wait until they've shared this alien experience.

"Follow me, Scully."

"We can see them fine from here, Mulder."

"Trust me, Scully."

In all ghoulish spookiness, she *does* trust him with her life, but
she's not quite sure about trusting him in a room full of careening
rubbery aliens.

As they move forward, the floor begins to dance. It misses the beat a
little to the Time Warp, but sure makes her feel as if she's about
to pass through one. She stops to steady them.

"But Scully, the moving floor is half the fun." He pushes her
forward, never losing right up close and personal contact with her
very witchy ways.

"I prefer the ground beneath me to be still." She halts their
progress.

"That's not what you said when you told me I made the earth move for
you."  As if to remind her, his tongue darts into her ear and then
his lips caress it.

With a series of false stops and starts, then move to the far corner
in their quest for the discovery of more aliens.

Mulder is not sure about that particular quest.  He has discovered
just how nicely Scully and him compliment each other in lots of
ways...lots and lots of ways.  However, foremost in his mind and
foremost in his body and foremost in the forefront; with emphasis
on 'front', is just how nicely she fits every time the floor shifts
her back into him in the corner of the room with the aliens on all
Hallow's Eve.

Alone in their galactic corner, Scully shows him the meaning of
their little corner of the universe.  And the stars above and
around them glow in appreciation.

****


~~Boo!~~