Without the Bee
By Jessica Lackaff a.k.a. Starbuck
E-mail – firstname.lastname@example.org
Rating – PG
Category – MSR, post-FTF
Spoilers – FTF
Keywords - Mulder/Scully
DISCLAIMER: The characters of Agent Fox Mulder and Agent Dana Scully and such other references of the copyrighted X-files are the sole property of its creator, Chris Carter, and its owners, 1013 Productions, and FOX television, a unit of 20th Century Fox, Inc. No copyright infringement is intended.
Here are three versions of what might have happened in the hallway if that wretched bee hadn't shown up when it did!
She is definitely not going to stick around and watch Mulder fight the
Justice Department over the X-Files while flirting with Agent Fowley and
dragging her, Dana, out of bed in the middle of the night anytime he wants an
autopsy done. This is no longer a healthy situation for her. Dead end. But the
last two days have been a strange accumulation of experiences twisting
together in her psyche: the shock waves of a bomb explosion; long, endless
gravel roads; the charred ruin of their office; helicopters chasing her
through a field of corn; glowing apiaries filled with a billion bees;
humiliation in front of the OPR panel; and the hurt look in Fox's eyes all
suddenly boiling down to this moment, here, now: they are exchanging a deep,
slow kiss and she is too exhilarated and too exhausted to question it.
Time goes into a slow whirl; when next she is cognizant they are in his
apartment, sitting on the couch. A crisp silver light comes from the window
and the fish tank glows beside her. Scully puts her arms around his neck and
leans her forehead against his. She wonders why, since she met him, the rest
of the world seems filled with imbeciles, and only Mulder makes sense. He's
more sharply in focus than other people. "How's this going to look on your
field report?" Mulder whispers, tracing his thumb along her throat. He says
that he thinks she is throwing in the towel.
"I just think that you haven't seen all the angles yet, Scully," he says.
He can't keep his hands out of her hair. "There's more going on than you
think, than either of us think. What you saw last night---that was nothing.
They would have killed us had it been more important."
They try to give each other a look of serious, thoughtful consideration,
but there's a loss of resolve and then he's kissing her again.
"We're good friends, right?" Mulder asks. "Together, we're a force to be
"I didn't mean to push you into anything," she says. "I don't think this
will change my mind."
"This doesn't have anything to do with the X-Files." He looks perplexed, as
if for once he can't word his thoughts. "I don't want you to go somewhere you
won't be happy because you think you're dissatisfied with your work, when it
may be something else entirely. I don't know, I feel like I've driven you
away. And, Scully, it's so crucial that you stay. I'm not speaking on a
professional level. Well, I am. But on different levels, you're so important
"I know, Mulder, but I feel like if I stop to think about it, I'll lose my
momentum." Salt Lake City, she thinks, will I ever see it? She has held his
hand many times, but never so self-consciously, looking down at their
interlocked fingers, his leg against hers. She loves his smell. Pheromones,
she thinks, that's all it is, the damned things. "Undoubtedly you'll be
allowed to continue with your work. You'll be assigned a new partner, one who
won't give you as much grief as I have. I'll file my medical reinstatement
papers, start rebuilding my career."
"Oh, God, Scully," Mulder says wearily. "What have I done to you? All these
years with me...have they been worth it?"
Scully cannot speak. Mulder gets her a drink of water and she makes the
obligatory facetious remark about the hallucinogenic properties of his
drinking water. "I should be so lucky," Mulder says gently.
When he looks at her shyly she feels a rush of confidence. She tries not to
paw him, even though she's dying to put her hands inside his t-shirt. Now, no
matter what happens, she carries a sureness inside her. She doesn't doubt that
they will go back to their old ways, that, in the future, they will pretend
that nothing has come to pass, that he will be as critical, temperamental, and
lost as ever, as will she. She also knows that when the occasion calls for it
he will be protective and considerate--her same old Mulder. But she will also
have this night, when they understand each other completely. The deepest
truths have always remained unspoken between them. She feels they have entered
one of those things he is always talking about--a time capsule, an isolated
capsule of existence, something that seals them away from the rest of the
It is raining. Her feelings swing from elation to deepest despair and back
up. She can't come to a decision just like that. She is starving, and walks
around his kitchen looking for something to eat. She loves everything he has,
dirty dishes and all. She throws a fond glance at a can opener. He seems to
live on canned soup. At some point in the evening he leans over to her ear.
"Sweet nothings," he whispers wryly. She sees it as a metaphor for their
relationship. They relate to each other in a manner once removed, code-worded,
out of sight. Even they don't know the true nature of it, or the implications
There comes a moment. They are slumped together on the couch, their feet
entangled on the coffee table. Mulder's arm is around her. The t.v. is on.
They are discussing the direction Scully's medical career might take. Mulder
is tracing a triangle in the open palm of her hand. Suddenly, the bee stings
her, she goes into anaphylactic shock, and we resume the plot of the movie.
Okay, here's Mulder's scene in glorious technicolor.
Set to the tune of 'One'.
Although she seems bent on leaving he goes after her, pours out his heart
and entreats her to stay. She gives him her level, honest gaze from those
heartbreaking eyes. She hugs him, marks him as hers with a kiss on the
forehead and presses her brow to his because they understand each other, they
always have, if only he had let himself see it. He feels speechless. He frames
her face to look into it, and an unfathomable pull, a magnetic sensation,
draws him closer until incredulously he is kissing her and she is kissing him
back and he doesn't think he will ever be able to stop. He can't believe she is
going for this. Scully! He had forgotten what kissing is like. He can't feel
the top of his head.
One of his neighbors opens a door and Fox pulls her back up the hallway to
his room and slams the door. They stand looking at each other. His heart is
thumping against the front of his shirt. He wants to touch her again. She lets
out a breath and smiles at him, turns herself around as if disoriented, and
sits down on the couch. He eases down beside her and takes her hand, and they
stare at each other in elation and amazement.
"Whew!" says Scully, shaking her head. Then, as if making sure he is real,
she kisses him again. "Just checking," she says.
"Checking what?" he asks, but she only smiles faintly. She seems on the
verge of tears again. He doesn't know if he can stand that. He puts his arms
around her and smooths her hair. He knows they will get the X-Files back
because together they are invincible, two halves of a whole, two wrongs make a
right, the whole cliche, except suddenly it seems fresh and truthful. The
color of her hair has always seemed to him to be a manifestation of all the
marvelous things going on inside her head. She seems more real than other
It is dark and they are talking and talking. He is uneasy thinking he is
putting her in more danger, his mind jumping from Kurtzweil to what they found
in Texas to whatever the Bureau is up to, but he can't stop sitting there
memorizing her fingers with his and looking toward the window where they used
to put the X. A streetlight glows outside. He thinks how now Deep Throat and X
are both dead, and what a dangerous operation he has Scully involved in.
Scully starts flipping through his old photo albums lying on the floor. She
confesses that she got weak in the knees and had to sit down the first time
she saw a picture of Samantha. "She was so little," she says. "I didn't expect
that." Mulder cannot speak of Samantha, not right now with his game plan in
jeopardy. He sees now that his quest is in as much limbo as ever, but that for
once he has found something, an irreplaceable element, a blueprint to a
He feels stunned by the direction events have taken. He wants to get out of
the apartment, he wants to press her down upon the sofa, he wants to walk the
cold streets for hours or put his arms around her and sleep for days. The
consequences are still too much to face. He wants to run. He closes his eyes
as Scully draws her finger down his profile and everything balances out inside
him. Enter the bee, and life as he knows it is over for a bit.
The Non-definitive, Politically Correct Non-Shipper Version!!!
Mulder: "It's been fun, Scully, see ya!"
Exit Scully and the bee, a happy pair until Scully realizes there is a bee
in the car and panics, causing a minor car wreck. The bee escapes out the
window and goes and lives on the flowers at the Vietnam memorial for the rest
of its days. Scully hauls her cookies to Salt Lake City, Utah, where she
shacks up with an Agent named Murdoch who looks kind of like Mulder AND has no
problems sleeping with her.
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