Scully has a habit of daydreaming and Mulder
catches her in
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It happens. After all, she is a real woman, with real feelings,
thoughts and daydreams. Some of those daydreams she
cannot prevent and others she embellishes with the fervor
of a writer seeking the most descriptive imagery to convey.
Whoever says Dana Scully has no imagination knows not
the dreamer inside of her. She is content that she well knows
that part of her a conspiring government could neither know
As a little girl, Dana Katherine was a voracious reader, which
may explain her command of the english language. A fairytale
told at bedtime could easily have a still wide awake Scully
dancing with Prince Charming, always handsome and most
polite. She would be in an elegant gown: pretty blue bows, tiered
chiffon (and diamond tiara gracing red ringlets), gracefully
waltzing in golden slippers.
All the men would vie for her company and she would not recall
them being on her dance card. Prince Charming was her
Even in College, her stories and poems in literature courses were
as vivid as she could make them, adhering to the principles of
aesthetic and emotional appeal, and appeal to audience. That
audience was Dana.
For if it didn't appeal to her fanciful daydreams, it was not a job well-
done. Of course, the material for her stories and poems was there.
Sometimes young men her own age: often, authority figures such
as professors. And, of course Jack. Her Lit. marks were awesome.
When did she start this daydreaming of a co-worker on the job? It's
hard to say. Perhaps from their first case together. Perhaps a little
later into their partnership. Yet, even before they became the most
intimate confidants or best of friends, Fox Wiliam Mulder was making
inroads into her daydream world. A world where she could unwind
without paying for movie tickets, buying a book or going to a spa.
She had been caught several times nodding off on a long drive during
a case, that was for sure. Sometimes, though, unbeknownst to her
partner, she was merely indulging in her wonderful pastime. Of course,
there were a few close calls.
On a very long road, in the middle of nowhere, she feigned sleep to
indulge. Off to fantasy land she went, just to pass the time. There was
one minor detail she had not considered: sometimes she would speak,
smile, or sigh in her reverie.
"Umm hmm," she softly whispered. "Ahhh... " Her breathing had become
deep and a smile danced on her lips. "So true... "
Mulder glanced over periodically in amusement. He thought she was just
dreaming, so he drove on as she dreamed on.
"So tender... "
"Oh, sleepy! While we're gassing up, would you like a soda or anything?"
"Ahhhh! Mulder, you startled me!" Actually she was afraid he had overheard
"I'm sorry. I had no idea you were dreaming so... vividly. Soda? A chance to
"Yeah, I think I could use a soft drink. Diet." She opened the car door, and
headed for the washroom. As she had felt, her cheeks were quite the
sight. Very rosy. She splashed some cold water on her face and headed for
the soda machine. Mulder had already sprung for her brand, and bought
himself a cola.
"Ready to go?"
"Uh huh." She said nothing further for at least ten miles. He was contemplating
just what to say to her. All she was able to think of was how to keep from
saying anything or making a sound if she wanted to daydream in his presence,
let alone anyone else's.
"Ummm... so... how much further?" She hoped he had forgotten.
"Well, we should be at the airport in two hours. Sit back and enjoy the ride,
Scully. Skinner won't want the report right away. Nice shade of blusher."
"Wasn't on until I woke you up, though."
*Oh no!* "Oh. Well, I can't really remember dreaming."
"As long as it made you happy," he replied. "Relax. I'm your partner, it's been
a frustrating case and a long ride. Everybody dreams."
*And I feel two feet tall*. "Yes."
That was all well and good. She hoped she could keep quiet the next time she
either slipped into a daydream or deliberately created one.
Five years after that episode, the pair were once again involved in a non-
conspiracy, dead-end, don't-know-what-the-hell-it-was case.
Mulder was in Scully's motel room wrapping up his evidence and asking Scully
the ususal questions about where science would classify the case. Scully had
finished her notes and shut down her lap top, and had been staring at Mulder's
shoulders and chest as he was speaking. "Sorry? What was the question?"
"How would you explain the disappearance of the sparrows and Mr. Edby?"
"Well, I have found nothing to indicate foul play, there was no sign of a struggle.
No one saw him leave. As for the sparrows, well, perhaps they found a better
food source. Mulder, I think we'd better call it a night. It's late."
"Okay. Well, good night. And Scully?"
"Is there a stain on my shirt I'm unaware of?" He had seen her glancing at him,
oblivious to her thoughts.
"No. I was just... Kind of tired. My eyes sort of just went out of focus. Guess
we've done a lot today, right?"
"We have. So, get some sleep and we'll leave tomorrow. I think we can both
sleep in. Good night, Scully."
"Good night, Mulder." As soon as he left, Scully ran the tub and added some
bubbles to the water. The rooms were adjoining, but she knew he would never
cross the line, barging in while she was bathing. Just in case he had need of the
facilities, she knocked on his door. "Mulder?"
"Yeah, Scully?" Mulder was watching T.V. from his bed.
"You won't need in here for a while, will you?"
"No. Go ahead. Watching a classic here. Enjoy the bath." He was lying on top of
the covers, still clothed and eating sunflower seeds. This movie was just too
good to miss.
Scully luxuriated in the fragrant, warm water. She allowed her thoughts to drift to
Mulder's broad shoulders and wonderfully toned chest. She remembered times
when she had found comfort in his arms after Donnie Pfaster's attack, and
other close calls. "Don't let go," she was saying in her fantasy. No one would ever
hear that. As she was drawn deeper into her imagination, however, that changed.
"Feels so right," she whispered.
Mulder, meanwhile, had turned the T.V. off and was in his tee shirt and shorts
"So right... " she sighed. "... like this forever."
Her voice wafted to his room as if along with the scent of her bubble bath.
Immediately, his eyes opened and he wasn't quite sure of what he was hearing.
"Feel so safe... so good... it's so heavenly... "
The bathroom door opened. It was Mulder. "Umm, are you awake?"
"Yes!" she gasped. "Guess I was about to doze off." Sure. He'd believe that?
"Do you have to go or something?" She asked indignantly.
"No. I just heard... look, it's none of my business, but it sounds to me like you
were in the middle of quite a fantasy... "
"If I was, it's perfectly all right. Most people do think about... things. We all
"Who's the lucky guy?" Mulder was smiling.
"Prince Charming," she said, with that rosy cheeked embarrassment. "If you
would leave the room, I could towel off and go to bed. Good night."
"Okay. Just wondered if you were all right. Good night, Princess. Oh, and
"I daydream a lot, too."
"Good night, Mulder."
Mulder went off to his bed with a smile. "Time for a little pre-sleep fantasy," he
said quietly to himself. "Sleeping Beauty."
Author's Note: There will be a Mulder companion piece to follow this