Date: 11/27/98

Archive: If you ask, you may. If you don’t ask, it’s rude. No to Gossamer

Classification: Mulder/Scully UST

Disclaimer: Not mine, Idea came from teaser

Spoilers: Dreamland

Summary: Pre-episode; Scully’s internal thoughts as she’s about to find Mulder.

The phone call was one thing. Someone claiming to be Mulder says that the man I’ve been with for this past week is not Mulder. That would have been too much for me if not for two things. I’ve worked on the X-Files too long and not much surprises me anymore, and secondly, Mulder has been acting completely different. I mean I know Mulder is a flirt, but Kersh’s secretary?! She’s just a bitch and I try to limit my contact with her. And then . . . well, I like Mulder’s little innuendoes. I know that I probably shouldn’t but I always hope he’ll act on one of them one of these days. Recently, the talk between us has not been . . . comfortable. I’m usually so comfortable around him, that should have been the real sign something was wrong.

Instead I decide to check into this call. The so-called Mulder said he’s in hell with a jealous woman and he needs to see me. Mulder told me he needs me and here I am. I ring the doorbell and wait for someone to answer. The door opens and a rather homely woman opens the door. She’s smiling slightly and asks me who I am.

"I’m Dana Scully. Your husband . . ." I barely get my thought out before her face turns down.

"So you’re Scully. Fine." She turns and calls for someone inside the house. I don’t think I like this . . . she’s giving me an evil look that makes me want to run home to mother.

I look up to see who I guess is her husband walking towards us with the goofiest smile. Like Mulder’s. I smile as well, until I see his wife slap the grin off his face. He looks at her, his hand rubbing his cheek.

"I need to talk to Scully." He tells her and hastily rushes me off the porch down to the street. I hazard a glance at his wife watching us from the front porch. We continue down the street until we are a good distance away. Suddenly this man claiming to be Mulder pulls me into a hug. This surprises me, but somehow this is wonderful. Like the moments in the hallway just before he tried to kiss me. "Oh Scully, It’s so great to see you."

I pull back and look at this man. Why do I want to believe this man I see before me is Mulder?

Well, that’s all until Sunday Night. . .