Title: Sanguine (4/?)

By: Cermel

Classification: X sorta.. MSR

Rating: NC-17 (eventually)

Distribution: Post anywhere as long as you tell me and leave my name and e-mail address on it.

Disclaimer: If I owned Mulder and Scully, do you think I'd be spending my day writing fanfic? No, I'm not getting anything
for this...

Summary: Someone from Scully's past turns out not to be who or what she thought.

Feedback: ...except this. Please tell me what you think. Is it enough for you to want another chapter? cermel@hotmail.com

Author's Notes: If you missed the first parts of the story they're on my site...
http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Concorde/9533/

This is my first fanfic so please tell me how it is, bash if you feel like it. I don't mind.

I dedicate this to my best friend Bob...

SANGUINE (4/?)

"Are you sure you can't stay? It's already eight, and with this storm, you won't get back until long after one."
 

"We really need to get going. Thanks for your help, Mom." Scully hugged her mother.

"Nice to see you again, Fox."

"You too." The door shut behind them. Mulder opened the umbrella that Margaret had lent them. "After you," he followed her
to the car holding the umbrella over her head and as much of his own that he could. Then ran to the drivers side quickly after
unlocking her door. "Your mom's right, it's going to take us a lot longer to get back then I'd like." He pulled a blanket up from
the backseat and handed it to her. "Sleep!" He ordered. "One of us has to get some."

"Since when do you get much anyway?" She smiled at him. "We'll drive in shifts. Wake me when you get tired." She curled
up in the seat and strapped herself in. "And if that doesn't happen before 11 wake me anyways. I don't want you running on
no energy. That's when you start to get cranky and really piss me off."

He looked up sharply and saw the twinkle in her eye. Laughing he pulled the blanket over her. "Goodnight."

* * * * *

At 11:30 they pulled into a gas station. He filled the tank and went in to pay.

"This all?" The guy behind the counter asked in a bored tone.

"Actually, no." He grabbed a Pepsi and a Rootbeer. "Add these."

The man passed him the bag over the counter. "Have a good night." He said mechanically.

Mulder headed back to the car, running in the non-stop rain. He looked in the passenger window and his heart stopped. No
Scully. He opened the door and looked in the backseat, not seeing her. He panicked looking around. No Scully. He opened
the trunk of the car and felt a presence behind him.

"You were supposed to wake me up half an hour ago." She teased.

He jumped. "Scully! God, don't do that to me."

She looked confused. "I'm sorry." They stood in an unusual uncomfortable silence for a moment. "Maybe we should get out
of the rain." She said cautiously.

He nodded, whispering. "Yeah."

They both headed for the drivers side. "Come on, Mulder. Please get a little rest." He met her eyes and nodded again.

Once they got in he pulled the sodas out of the paper bag and held them both out for her to choose. She took the Pepsi. "You
keep the Rootbeer..." She cut herself off when she noticed he wasn't paying attention. They drove on, remaining in the cloak
of an uncomfortable silence. "I was in the bathroom." she said finally, not able to take it anymore. He didn't answer her, just
continued staring out the window. "Mulder?" She reached over and took his hand. She felt relief wash over her when he
accepted.

"I thought... I don't know what I would have done."

"You thought he took me." Mulder nodded. "Talk to me, Mulder."

"Drive, Scully."

She sighed, starting the car. "Goodnight."

* * * * *

They arrived back at the hotel and she nudged Mulder gently. "Hey, good morning."

He opened one sleepy eye and looked at her. "What time is it?"

"1:45. Come on, lets go to bed." His eyebrow shot up at the comment.

"You coming on to me, Scully?"

"Not right now." She said, happy their bantering took over instead of getting brushed off.

He huffed a laugh and stepped onto the pavement. He walked slowly towards their rooms waiting for her to catch up. When
he saw her in the corner of his eye he pulled out his key.

"See you tomorrow." She said approaching her door.

"Bright and early." He smiled at her. They stood looking at each other for a second before she nodded.

"Yeah," she whispered and opened her door.

He stood for a second longer and then entered his own room.

* * * * *

He woke up at 4:30 unable to sleep any longer. Surprised sleeping in the car actually helped he climbed out of bed,
stretching, letting all his joints crack loudly. The sound filled to room for a second and he sighed. Throwing on his running
clothes he headed out, first knocking on Scully's door softly to see if she was awake. After getting no answer he took off,
heading straight for the ocean. He could see it two blocks down. The sky in the east starting to turn dark blue as the sun came
up. The after-rain smell filled his nose when he took a deep breath. Spring.

He stopped at the intersection waiting for a lone car to go by and headed off again. He started thinking about the case,
piecing the details together in his head. He knew he'd have to start a profile. He also knew what happens to him when he
does. When he gets so deep into his work he doesn't see anything but what he's doing. He's even been known to turn into the
person he's profiling. Scully knew it. She hated it. But it had to be done. It was the reason he was called to go there. His
multiple reputations could get him anywhere into any situation.

After jogging a ways down the beach he noticed the sun was becoming brighter quickly. He turned around and headed back.
He made it to the hotel just as the roads starting filling up with the early rush hour. The sound of the shower in the other room
told him she was awake. He jumped in his own to wash off before what he knew was going to be a long day.

End.