TITLE: Pop Quiz AUTHOR: NY!PD - Just trying it out... DISCLAIMER: Not mine. M & S belong to all those pipples who make great gobs of money. I would not be one of those people. Well, I would, in a pinch... CLASSIFICATION: MSR, VH RATING: PG SPOILERS: For the movie, but it’s just so darn faint, it only vaguely resembles a spoiler ARCHIVAL: Upon request SUMMARY: Scully’s got that devilish glint in her eye. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have no note. I am noteless. I am without note. FEEDBACK: It is that with which I cannot live without... but up with which I must put... pdryder@earthlink.net    Pop Quiz By PD "Mulder?" "Hmm?" "What would you do if this was your last moment on earth?" On the couch, Mulder looked up from the case file he was perusing and pulled the end of the pencil out of his mouth with a slurpy pop. Scully was sitting on the edge of the chair beside her couch, her elbows on her knees, chin in her hands. Her expression was one of indifference. Mulder stared. He stuck his bottom lip out and swept her disinterested form with his eyes. "I dunno." He stared for a moment longer, stuck the pencil back in his mouth and returned to the scintillating reading material before him: A hooker. A dead man. His widow. A smoking gun. Yeah. And this is an X-File how? "Mulder?" "Hmm?" "I mean, your last night. Your last few hours alive. You know it’ll be over soon. What would you do?" He looked back to the source of the question, the pencil still dangling between his lips. "What’s your point?" "I have no point. I’m just asking a question." "I don’t understand." "I’m not being cryptic. You have, let’s say three hours before you spontaneously combust. What would you do with your last three hours?" Scully slithered her way from the edge of the chair down to the floor and was now resting her elbows on the coffee table. Mulder waggled the pencil in his mouth to and fro with his tongue as he dissected her question for some signs of hidden meaning. Fortunately for Mulder, he had deduced long ago that often, when a woman asks a question, the answer is not so simple as it may seem. Okay, not entirely fair, but sometimes true. So, given his paramount knowledge of the woman before him, he took the logical and only safe way out. "What would you do, Scully?" She toyed with a smile. "I asked you first." Mulder thought. How wrong could the only OTHER logical response be? "I’d spend it with you." "Why?" Uh oh. A two part question. "Because I love you." Scully shoved the coffee table over with a mighty heave and scooted in front of Mulder. She hooked her arms over his thighs, linking her hands. She turned her eyes to his face and once again, rested her chin. Comfortable as a pretzel, but damn cute in this pose, she went in for the kill. "You love me?" "I do." "You would spend your last few hours on earth with only me?" "Of course." It was true, after all. "You would die for me?" "Like that." "You would kill for me?" "In a heartbeat." "You would go to the ends of the earth for me?" The corner of Mulder’s mouth twitched into a wry smile. Scully reciprocated and kissed one of his fingers dangling before her. "You would do just about anything for me, wouldn’t you, Mulder?" "Without even thinking about it." Her one simple question had grown into the essay variety when he wasn’t looking. He gave himself a mental high five for keeping up. Scully gracefully unwound to a standing position and looked down at Mulder. He should have a tattoo on his forehead that said, ‘Mess with me here’. "Would you make love to me?" "Yes." Easy peasy. Puddin’ and pie. Scully sank one knee down on the couch then the other, hovered, then settled back straddling his lap. He confidently settled his hands on her thighs as she pulled the collar of his t-shirt down an inch and kissed the exposed skin. When she looked at him again, her eyes were glittering. It was not lost on Mulder. Dana Katherine Scully, you have got something up your sleeve, he thought. Scully hooked her fingers behind his neck and kissed him lightly on the lips. "So, let me see if I have this right. You would die, kill - I’m assuming lying, cheating and stealing are not beyond you either?" "You would assume correctly." "You would travel great distances and not bat one of those lovely, long lashes." Mulder nodded. Since she had slid forward on his lap, his vocabulary had taken a nose dive. "You would do all that, and then some for me, wouldn’t you, Mulder?" "Uh huh." She smiled and held his face in her hands. "Have I ever told you you’re my hero?" He grinned. She wrapped her arms snugly around his neck and kissed him, deep and wet. When she pulled back, his eyes were closed. She pulled up his left eyelid with her finger and was greeted by a very large pupil. He opened his other eye, pulled her flush against his chest and began nibbling on her ear. "Mulder...?" "Mm hmm?" "I need something." "Mm. Me too," he mumbled through a mouth full of earlobe. With a sigh, she tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes. Maybe she didn’t have to follow through with her little plan after all. No, of course she did. She steeled her resolve and thought, time to pay the piper, Mulder-mine. "Mulder?" "Hmm?" She leaned into his ear and whispered seductively. "Go to the store and get me some Chunky Monkey." Mulder nibbled for another moment and leaned back as she did. They stared into each other’s eyes. "Now?" "Please?" Mulder sighed. Whipped, you are, my man, he thought. She smiled her best ‘I’m sorry, but I’m only human’ smile. Mulder nodded and Scully climbed off his lap. He picked up his keys and moved to the door. When he turned around, Scully had picked up the case file and was immediately engrossed. "What would you do for your last three hours on earth, Scully?" "Spend it with my three favorite men." "Ben, Jerry and me, huh?" "No. You, Harrison Ford and possibly Tom Brokaw. No, wait. He’s got that ‘L’ thing." "You’ve got that ‘S’ thing." Scully stared at him. Mulder raised his hands in defense, nodded and opened the door. Scully turned back to the case file and began chewing on Mulder’s pencil, ruminating. "Maybe Wolf Blitzer. There’s something about that beard... Or should I just go for all beefcake? What do you think, Mulder?" Scully glimpsed his back before he closed the door. She grinned affectionately and turned back to the case file. Her expression was suddenly stricken with horror. She leapt off the couch and threw open the front door. "Mulder!!" He turned in the hall. "Get New York Super Fudge Chunk, too." Mulder nodded. Scully ducked back in her apartment and closed the door. She made her way to the couch and plopped down without grace. She smiled as she picked up the file again. "Thank God for heroes."   END