Baby You Can Drive My Car(1/?)

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Hey people!
I got very minimal feedback from my last fic, but, undaunted, I proceed:
TITLE: Baby You Can Drive My Car
AUTHOR: Jess the Mess
ARCHIVE: Anywhere but let me know so that I can come visit
CATEGORY: Don't worry peeps, it's Torture and Angst this time and a little
MSR (I tried not to make it TOO shippy)
SUMMARY: Mulder is car jacked on the way home from a party
SPOILERS: none that I could see, so far, but I'm not known as very observant.
FEEDBACK: All feedback is framed and hung on my wall. My wall is very bare at
the moment.....help me out, guys!!!!!!
DISCLAIMER: Chris Carter doesn't appreciate how hard it is to come up with a
cute disclaimer, and I don't have the time to think of one right now, so I'll
say it straight: THEY'RE NOT MINE. The song "Baby You Can Drive My Car" is
owned by the Beatles.
THANX TO...My wonderful, loving parents who couldn't care less about X-files,
My very best friend Dani who smiles and nods, Nira who founded the cuckoo
crazy club and turned me on to X-Files, Gaby, who calls me a 10:00 on the dot
to discuss XF, Chani who needs me to fill her in on the second half of
X-files, everyone at Central, Daydreamer, author of the first fic I ever read
(Memory Series ROX!) and Mulder Torture Anonymous, your Kung-Fu is the best!!
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Baby you can drive my car
Yes I'm gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And baby, I love you
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7:00pm
Mulder rarely attended any Bureau event, certainly never any dinner
parties, but this one was special. It would honor the one, the only,
assistant director Walter Skinner, and, like it or not, Mulder had to be
there. He had rushed home from work, showered, donned his little used tux,
and drove over to the glitzy hotel where the affair would take place.
Standing at the outskirts of the room, after congratulating Skinner,
Mulder couldn't help but wonder where the hell Scully was. He had been there
for at least half an hour, and had jumped at every flash of red hair that he
had seen, but in vain. His Scully had yet to come.
After fifteen more minutes of waiting, Mulder was gratified to see
Scully making her way toward him in a little black dress that showed more leg
and cleavage than he was used to. Trying not to drool, Mulder sauntered over
to his partner and greeted her.
"Well finally", he said, his annoyance evident in his voice.
"Hello to you too, Mulder" Scully said, slightly taken aback. "So
glad to see you."
"Sorry", Mulder said. "It's just that I've been dodging lousy
conversationalists for forty five minutes. What took you so long?"
"Emergency hair trouble. You couldn't possibly understand. Also, I
had to wait for a bus."
"You took a bus?!!" Mulder cried.
Scully grinned sheepishly. "My car's at the garage. Something about
the brakes, it was no big deal, really."
Mulder smiled at her. "Don't worry about getting back, I'll drive
you, OK?"
"Actually, I was counting on it", Scully admitted. "C'mon sit down,
Mulder. I think the section chief is about to start speaking." Mulder made a
face, but obediently followed her to a relatively empty table.
11:00pm
Four hours, seven speeches and three dances with Scully later, Mulder
was more than willing to go home. The only problem was that Scully was
determined to stop and talk to everyone on the way to the door. He didn't
even know that she knew all of these people. "When did she develop a social
life?" he wondered.
"Scully, I gotta go" he said. "I have stuff to do".
"Yeah, OK Mulder", Scully said distractedly.
Mulder had to practically drag her out the door. They waited as the
valet brought Mulder's car from the parking lot. "I could've gotten it myself
in less time" he grumbled.
Finally, the valet pulled up. Mulder tipped him, and literally collapsed into
the car.
"Scully" he said. "We are NEVER doing that again. I've had enough
stuffy losers laughing at me for a lifetime!" He pulled away from the
building and headed for Georgetown.
"Mulder, they didn't mean to call you Spooky, it just slipped" Scully
laughed. Mulder pouted and looked offended. Scully giggled again. Mulder
wondered how many drinks she'd had.
Pulling on to the highway, Mulder noticed that Scully had fallen
asleep, and smiled to himself. When he reached her apartment, he shook her
gently. She swatted at him and murmured something incoherently. Mulder sighed
and realized that his job as Knight In Shining Armor wasn't limited to
driving. He shook her again and escorted his sleepy partner up the stairs and
into her bed. Mulder played with the thought of undressing her, and figured
that if he did she'd probably kill him in the morning.
"Good night" he said softly. Scully made a noise, and Mulder figured
that was all he was going to get out of her. He shut the door softly and went
to his car.
The cool night air invigorated Mulder, and his head seemed to be
cleared of the haze of competing perfumes and colognes that it had been in
for the last four hours. Mulder grinned in anticipation of Scully's mood the
next morning. She'd be hung over and certainly not a pleasure to work with,
but there was something that Mulder loved about her being vulnerable. Of
course some teasing would be in order. Major teasing. Mulder grinned again.
Mulder was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn't notice
that he'd left his car unlocked. He didn't hear the faint stirring in the
backseat of his car. He didn't see in the rear-view mirror the dark figure
lean over toward the unsuspecting victim. But he certainly felt the crowbar
come crashing down on the back of his head.
Pain exploded in his head and his ears rang with his own yelp of
pain. "That's funny Mulder, I didn't know you could yelp" were his last
thoughts before sinking into the black realm of unconsciousness.
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Beep Beep
Beep Beep
Yeah!
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TTFN-tata for now!
Jess
the
Mess