From: jchew82@hotmail.com   
      
   Title: Cosmic   
   Author: Twilight Walters   
   E-Mail: jchew82@hotmail.com   
   Distribution: Anywhere but please let me know   
   Rating: PG / K+   
   Categories: Vignette (V)   
   Keywords: Mulder/Scully UST   
   Spoilers: Syzygy   
   Summary: Emotions are running rampant during the drive back from Comity after   
   the Syzygy case. Scully’s POV. Be warned... Coarse language.   
   Disclaimer: The characters in this story are the property of Chris Carter and   
   Fox. No copyright infringement intended.   
   Feedback: Please, Please, Please, Please...   
      
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   Cosmic   
   By Twilight   
      
   Complete Fucking Wanker... Thinks he can treat me like that and get away with   
   it??? Never! I have never, in my entire life, felt so furious... Damn   
   Detective Fucking White... I can’t get away from this Goddamn town fast enough.   
      
   Planetary alignment??? Ha! Sure, Fine, Whatever!   
      
   See, Mulder... my feet can reach the frigging pedals and they can press them   
   all the way to the fucking floor.   
      
   COMITY... the Perfect Harmony City... yeah, Right!!! Not in this zip code!   
      
   I am utterly seething... good job the roads are empty... I really shouldn’t be   
   driving in this mood but if he thinks I’ll let him drive... the big macho-man,   
   ha!   
      
   “Scully.”   
      
   Oh, he did not just speak to me.   
      
   “Scully? You need to...”   
      
   Shut up, shut up, shut up!   
      
   “... slow down.”   
      
   So, he thinks he can back seat drive??? I do not think so. I swear if I press   
   this pedal any harder my foot will go through the floor.   
      
   “You’ll want to slow down.” He is using that calming voice on me... It won’t   
   work this time. I chance a glance at him and see he’s using his innocent   
   boyish look on me.   
      
   If looks could kill he would be sooo dead now.   
      
   “Shut the fuck up!” Shit! I swore aloud... Right, I have to get some control.   
      
   He’s still staring at me, in shock more than anything I think. I chance   
   another look to his eyes and they are gleaming with hurt and something else I   
   have never seen there before... it’s almost malicious.   
      
   “Sure.” He says turning back to the road. A smug smirk turns up the corners of   
   his mouth as he adds “Whatever.”   
      
   What the hell was that look for??? What does he know that I don’t... Shit!   
   Fucking flashing lights.   
      
   I don’t believe this... I must have done some really bad things in a previous   
   life... Wait! I don’t believe in past lives... He’s even got me thinking like   
   him.   
      
   Pulling over onto the side of the road the ramifications of my little speeding   
   hissy fit hit me. I am a Goddamn FBI Agent, I can’t get a speeding ticket, and   
   certainly not just because I am in a bad mood. Looking at Mulder I see he is   
   still wearing that    
   smug smirk but he is now staring straight at me.   
      
   “I tried to warn you.” He states without sincerity.   
      
   Bastard!   
      
   Knowing it won’t solve anything I hit the steering wheel in frustration and   
   take a deep breath.   
      
   “Just show him your badge.” Mulder states, apparently taking some pity on me.   
      
   “I will not.” I hiss... Okay, maybe that did sound a bit sharp but damn him,   
   this is his fault.   
      
   Slipping off my black leather driving gloves I pinch the bridge of my noise as   
   I formulate a plan.   
      
   It’s been a long time but I can do this... If I just lose this trench coat and   
   unfasten a couple of buttons... There. God, I hope this works... if not,   
   Mulder will never let me live it down.   
      
   As the officer gets out of his patrol car and approaches us I wind down the   
   car window and pray to God that he is not gay... mind you, I’ve pulled that   
   off before too... What the hell, I’m up for a challenge. Mulder may not find   
   me attractive, but some    
   men do.   
      
   “Hello Officer.” I purr.   
      
   “Miss, can I see your driving license please?”   
      
   Miss? Well that’s a good start right? Not ma’am.   
      
   “Of course. It’s behind my seat.” I state as I flutter my eye lashes.   
      
   The officer opens my door for me so I can collect my purse from the back of   
   the car, just as I hoped he would. I hitch my skirt slightly as I extend my   
   legs out of the car... I have never been so glad to be wearing a short skirt   
   in my life.   
      
   As the officer closes my door I slip off my suit jacket and check that enough   
   buttons are undone on my blouse... Thank you wonderbra. I am so glad that I   
   thought not to wear my weapon on the drive... that surely would have given   
   away my ruse. The officer    
   opens the back door for me and I toss my jacket on the seat before I smile up   
   at him once more.   
      
   “Thank you!” I purr again. Jesus, this is so degrading, but if it works... As   
   I lean down to retrieve my purse I make sure that my skirt rides up and shows   
   a glimpse of the top of my lacy stockings... I can see Mulder eyeing me   
   curiously in the    
   windscreens reflection, best not to think about that... Please work...  “Found   
   it.” I murmur as I step back from the car with my purse in my hand.   
      
   Turning my back on the car I make a show of not being able to see the details   
   on my cards, it is dark after all. “I’m sorry...” I smile up at the officer.   
   “I can’t see my cards... Could we..?” I nod in the direction of his car... the   
   light will help but    
   in reality I want to have this conversation as far away from Mulder as   
   possible.   
      
   “Certainly.” The officer replies, he’s much younger than I first thought.   
      
   As we head back to his patrol vehicle. I find my license and murmur. “Here it   
   is... I know I was driving too fast, I am really sorry...” I state as I pass   
   my license to him before I lift my hand to my forehead and rub gently. “I am   
   just sooo tired. I    
   really want to get home and get some sleep... But I know that’s no excuse...”   
   I add before trailing my hand down my throat and toying with the collar of my   
   blouse then playing with my cross to draw his gaze further.   
      
   The officer places his hand in his pocket, a tell tale sign that my actions   
   are having some effect on him. “Do you want me to do anything?” I coo.   
      
   “Excuse me?” He was taken aback, bless him... he must be new to all this.   
      
   “Do I need to sign anything?” I asked innocently. “This has never happened to   
   me before.”   
      
   “Oh... ummm.... yes.” The officer stammers, guiding me to the front of his car   
   before rummaging in the back of the car for his ticket book.   
      
   Perching on the car bonnet, I lean back on my hands as I admire the stars...   
   Planetary alignment indeed... It really is a beautiful night.   
      
   “Miss?” He murmurs as he rejoins me breaking the silence. “May I ask a   
   question?”   
      
   “Of course.” I reply as I cross my legs provocatively in front of me.   
      
   “If you are that tired... why not ask your husband to drive?”   
      
   “My husband?” I asked truly confused before I followed his gaze to Mulder who   
   is watching us intently in the rear view mirror. “Oh...” I giggle stroking the   
   officer’s arm. “He’s not my husband, he’s just someone I work with... and to   
   be honest, I think    
   he’s been drinking.” It’s not really a lie... for all I know he may have been   
   drinking... he was last night after all.   
      
   “He’s a doctor too?”   
      
   I can’t help but smile. He’s an observant officer after all to have spotted   
   the MD on my license even in this light.   
      
      
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