Wicked Game?

Disclaimer: I own nothing :0( (only what happens to be in my imagination) All characters belong to Chris Carter

All spoken dialogue in this first chapter, unfortunately, belongs to the show and not me ... :(

Season Five

Chinga: Missing Scene

Could I be happy as Mrs "Spooky" Mulder? I had asked myself that question so many times in the past. I knew there was never a chance of me getting romantically involved with Mulder. He didn't know how I felt about him and even if he did, it didn't mean that he would feel the same way about me. Why would he? Regardless of that fact, I remembered the phone call that made me think that it could be a very real possibility:

"Mulder."

"Mulder, it's me."

"I thought you were on vacation?"

"I am. I'm up in Maine."

"I thought you said you didn't want to be disturbed, that you wanted to get out of your head for a few days?"

"I don't… I mean I do. What are you watching Mulder?" I could hear the panting and groaning of one of the many "video's that don't belong to him."

"It's the Worlds Deadliest Swarms." Mulder clicked off the video, not in the slightest bit embarrassed at being caught. Not that I was the slight bit embarrassed at catching him. Mulder was Mulder, I accepted it. There was no point in being shocked or upset about it. To be honest, I found it slightly amusing, Mulder and his porn collection. Like a man like Mulder needed to resort to porn? But I knew Mulder and he wasn't as confident with women as he made out.

"Um… you said you were going to be unreachable. What's going on?"

"I, uh… I'm at a market here. I'm just trying to give the local PD a handle here."

"A handle on what?"

"Well, I'm not quite sure how to describe it Mulder. I didn't witness it myself, but there seems to be some kind of an outbreak of people acting in a violent, involuntary way."

"Towards who?"

"Towards themselves."

"Themselves?"

"Yeah. Beating at their faces, clawing at their eyes. One man is dead."

"Dead, how?"

"Self-inflicted, it appears."

"Huh. It sounds to me like that's witchcraft, or maybe some sorcery that you're looking for there."

"No, I don't think it's witchcraft, Mulder, or sorcery. I've had a look around and I don't see any evidence of anything that warrants that kind of suspicion." I felt a little guilty for beating him to the punch.

"Well, maybe you don't know what you're looking for."

"Like evidence of conjury or the Black Arts, or shamanism, divination, Wicca or any kind of pagan or neo-pagan practice? Charms, cards, familiars, bloodstones or hex signs or any ritual tableau associated with the occult? Santeria, Voudoun, Macumba, or any of high or low magic?" I couldn't help it, I couldn't stop it. All this information just kept flowing out of me like word vomit. I didn't even know where it was all coming from… I didn't even know that I knew all of this. Damn it Mulder! It was his fault. I was definitely spending too much time with him and his geeky habits. He was definitely rubbing off on me and I wasn't too sure that I was at all comfortable with that. …Oh My God!…If I start eating sunflower seeds and not sleeping, I am going to KILL him!…Mulder interrupted my thoughts.

"Scully?"

"Yes?"

"Marry Me." I almost dropped the phone. I was speechless for a second. It wasn't that he hadn't asked me - that he had practically told me to marry him, it wasn't either of those things, but that fact that that thought was even in his head. It had been in my head for so long, that I couldn't tell you when it hadn't been there. I wanted to kiss him through the phone, throw my arms around him and say "Yes Mulder. Yes I'll marry you. Of course I'll marry you!…" but of course, I couldn't. So instead I recovered myself quickly and brushed it off, just like I had with so many of his innuendos and inappropriate comments, so many times before.

"I was hoping for something a little more helpful." I hoped I sounded like my usual self, I was sure I did, but Mulder had a way of reading me in a way that no one else ever could. I wanted to sound normal, but wasn't too sure I was pulling it off. The thing was, I could have sworn that he was being deadly serious. There was no hint of playfulness when he had spoken. I hadn't heard a eyebrow being raised as he asked, or heard a smirk play on his lips.

"Short of looking for a lady in a pointy hat riding a broomstick, I think you pretty much got it covered there." By the tone of his voice I could tell he was proud of me and my supernatural, witchy knowledge. Or was it that he was amused with me and my reaction to him? Could he read me on the other end of the phone? It wouldn't surprise me if he could.

"Thanks, anyway." I hung up quickly. I didn't want to be on the phone any longer than I had to be. Not after that bombshell. My head felt like cotton wool and I was struggling to concentrate on anything else that was being said. All I wanted was to be alone, away from the world and it's problems… alone with my fluffy Mulder thoughts.