#no wonder Shadow punched “Walter’s without hesitation

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Sonic movie spoilers meme

Walters: Stop! Don’t shoot them, there are children!

Also Walters: So I ordered that Shadow be put into cryostasis to prevent him from causing havoc outside.

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The Bodyguard- Ch 9

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You guys are going to hate @alittlemissfit​ and I. Aka Queens of the Slow Burn.

Mrs. Mulder paces back and forth across the parlor while Bill smokes his pipe, stares out the window. There are two guards posted outside the house but their intimidating presence does nothing to calm Teena’s fears.

She looks over at Fox who’s fast asleep on the couch, his hurt leg propped up on a pillow. She then looks at her watch, makes a mental note that she’ll have to wake him in ten minutes thanks to his concussion.

“When will they be here, Bill?” She asks her ex husband in a hushed voice. He gives a slight shrug but doesn’t turn her way, getting her fuming as she continues to pace.

Hearing the bell Bill stands up, cuts over to the foyer to answer to the door. Staying put in the parlor, Teena frowns, hearing the voices of a man and a woman. Knowing though whoever is there shouldn’t walk in and see Fox out cold on the couch she walks over, shakes his arm gently.

“Fox. Darling, time to wake up.”

“Arggh,” Mulder groans.

“Please cooperate, Fox. Your new bodyguard is here and I need to check your pupils.”

Groaning again he forces himself to sit up. After examining his eyes Teena switches on the lamp on the sofa table, takes a seat next to her son as Bill walks back in the parlor. Accompanied by a small, redhaired woman and a tall, bald man who addresses her by name.

Smiling politely Teena stands up, extends her hand to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. You must be Fox’s new bodyguard.”

Shaking his head Skinner gestures to Scully, “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, ma’am. This is Special Agent Dana Scully. She was trained by NCIS and was top of her class at Artemis. She’s going to be responsible for guarding your son.”

Teena looks over at the slight woman, finds she’s not even looking at her but rather at Fox. The expression on her face is strange and Teena narrows her eyes.

“Ms. Scully?” Her voice sounds harsh as it leaves her mouth, taking Scully by surprise.

“Oh! I’m sorry, ma’am. Dana Scully,” she says, awkwardly shaking Teena’s hand.

“I just, uh- I’ve met your son. I was at the scene of his accident this afternoon. Didn’t realize who he was.”

She’s trying and failing to hide her nerves, keeps glancing at Mulder who’s looking equally puzzled.

“Is that right?” Bill exclaims. “We were told there was someone at the scene that helped him. That must’ve been you.” he says pleasantly. Her cheeks going pink Scully nods, gives him a small smile.

“Well, thank you for keeping an eye on him. Teena and I are both grateful.”

Bill says, looking to his pursed lip wife before looking to his son.

“Fox, aren’t you going to introduce yourself?”

Mulder nods dumbly before trying to get to his feet, only to remember he can’t. Not without his crutches over in the corner.

“Hi, I...I’m Fox. Fox Mulder. But I’d rather you call me Mulder,” he says as Teena sighs, shoots him a glare. It’s bad enough her son has such disdain for his name, but drawing attention to that in front of guests. Her lips purse more as she folds her arms over her chest.

“Dana Scully,” Scully says, her brow furrowed. “I’ll be your new bodyguard.”

“You were the woman at the hospital,” Mulder recalls as Scully’s face goes red and she looks down, away from him while all the eyes in the room look to her.

“Yes, I was,” she says softly. “Like I said, I was on the scene after the crash. I followed the ambulance to the hospital just to see if you were alright.”

“Well, how nice it is to be so highly regarded,” Mulder quips, catching looks from Teena and Bill.

“Why did you leave?” he asks, his smirk going serious.

“Something came up,” Scully says coolly before an awkward silence sets in.

Eager to break it Bill clears his throat,

“Well, Ms. Scully. I don’t know if you heard about Fox’s condition. He’s sustained a concussion so he’ll need to be woken up every couple of hours.”

“I understand. I was pre-med at Stanford so any basic medical attention your son requires, I can provide.”

“Well, would you look at that. Medicine and muscle all in one. Good choice, Pop,” Mulder scoffs.

“Fox!” Teena hisses as Bill rolls his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Please excuse my son, Ms. Scully. Whatever medicine he’s on has got him acting punchy.”

“Well luckily I have the muscle to punch back,” Scully retorts, getting a glare from Teena, a mortified look from Skinner but a hearty laugh from Bill.

“Walter told us you’re planning to stay the night. If you’d prefer to make other arrangements though it’s not an-”

“It’s not a problem, Mr. Mulder. I’ll be fine,” she says, nodding to her overnight bag in the corner.

“Well then, just make yourself comfortable in here. Feel free to turn on the TV. We have a fully stocked bookshelf just over there and you can help yourself to water or coffee in the kitchen.”

“I appreciate it, sir. Don’t worry though, we’ll be fine.”

Nodding, Bill looks at the cool look she gives Mulder, the annoyed look he gives her right back, and smiles.

“I don’t doubt that. If my son steps out of line don’t hesitate to find me,” he says, giving Mulder a cautionary look before patting Scully on the shoulder.

“I have a feeling you’ve got this handled though.”

Smiling, Scully nods, thanks him before Bill nods for Walter to follow him into the study. Leaving Teena still pursed lipped, looking at Scully and her son judgmentally.

Smile fading, swallowing hard Scully approaches the older, stern woman.

“Mrs. Mulder, let me assure you that-”

“Are you sure you are capable of looking after my son?” Teena interrupts. “His life was just threatened today, you know. That crash on the highway was no accident.”

“I understand, ma’am. But I’ve been briefed on the situation and on the men who we believe are after your son. I’ve received Navy training as well as training through Artemis, I’m a good shot, and I’m highly skilled in both hand to hand combat and tactical defensive strategy. The grounds of your estate are being guarded but if anyone should breach the perimeter and access the house, I’m fully prepared to defend your son.”

Nodding slightly, Teena glances at her son then back to the woman in front of her who’s meeting her eyes, looking as cool and collected as ever.

“You have an alarm on your watch to wake Fox every two hours?”

“Yes,” Scully answers. “I’ll set it as soon as he goes back to sleep.”

“You two do remember that I’m right here, right?” Mulder asks, annoyed.

Rolling her eyes Teena looks back to Scully.

“However punchy he may be this evening, you’re responsible for the care and wellbeing of my only son. I will be coming down to check on you this evening and you had better be awake and on guard,” Teena says in a low, clipped voice.

“Yes, ma’am,” Scully replies, addressing the woman the way she would a Navy captain. Her reservations about Teena aside, the family matriarch clearly commanded respect.

Keeping her eyes trained on Scully as she walks out of the parlor, Teena bites her lip before glancing at Mulder. The sternness in her eyes fading out.

“Sleep well, Fox,” she says worriedly as Mulder nods, swallows hard.

“You too, Mom.”

Standing silently in the middle of the room, Scully keeps her eyes trained on her detail. On Fox. Or Mulder, she thinks to herself, suddenly feeling very tired.

When he looks back at her with no recognition she debates if she should bring up the elephant in the room.

“So I’ve seen you naked and now I’m going to be your bodyguard. Is that cool?” she mutters under her breath, hoping he didn’t hear her but also hoping he had.

“Thanks for helping me after the car accident,” Mulder says awkwardly as she frowns, bites her lip.

“I...of course. It wasn’t any trouble.”

“The details are pretty hazy, but if you said you were there-”

“Wait, do...do you not remember me? At all?” she asks, her face flushing with embarrassment. Wondering how far his not remembering her goes back to.

“I guess I was knocked out pretty good,” Mulder says, frowning as she looks blankly at him for a moment.

“No, I mean…”

“What?” he asks after she trails off, shakes her head again.

“Nothing. Forget it, I...it’s been a long day.”

“But…”

“You should get some rest,” Scully says, trying to ignore the way he’s squinting at her, his head cocked with a mystified expression on his face. Turning on her heel she grabs her bag, walks back in the parlor to see him lying down, still looking at her with the same expression.

“You can turn on the TV if you want. I usually fall asleep with it on,” Mulder offers as she shakes her head. . “You shouldn’t be watching TV with a concussion,” she says dismissively, taking a seat in the armchair next to the couch. Reaching for her bag she pulls out some paperbacks that she brought.

“Try and get some rest. I’ll wake you up in a couple hours.” Putting her feet up on a nearby ottoman she puts on her glasses, while Mulder keeps looking at her.

“Do I know you from somewhere else?” he asks. She freezes up for a moment before she shrugs, does her best to act casual.

“Do I?” he asks again.

“Get some sleep,” Scully says softly, opening her book.

Mulder finally rolls on his side, turns away from her and when she hears his breathing grow even she sets the alarm on her watch.

For awhile she just stares at him. Even rolled over she still has a clear view of his face. His sleeping, too damn handsome, five o’clock shadowed face. Even with deep purple bruises beneath both his eyes, a scabbed over cut on his forehead, he still manages to look as attractive as he had that night.

Looking at his pouty lips she thinks back to how they felt against hers, wonders what they’d feel like on other places on her body. A warmth started to form between her legs and she shakes her head, chastises herself.

He didn’t remember her. Even factoring in his concussion he should have at least some recognition but it’s clear he has no memory of her at all, and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t cut at her a little.

Yes, she’d been the one to leave that night without a note, without even giving him her real name, but the sex had been great, at least it had been for her. It stung a bit that even with a few drinks in her she could remember every detail and he’d forgotten them all.

Forcing all thoughts of that night from her mind, she focuses on the novel in her hand and the long night of observation ahead of her.

“Mulder? Mulder, time to wake up.”

The low, feminine voice lures him out of the wonderful dream he’s managed to lose himself in. He’d been back in bed with the mystery woman, but instead of a faceless vision she looks like his new bodyguard. She’s moving above him and his hands are on her hips, her breasts swaying with her movements. It’s Dana riding him passionately, biting her lip to keep from crying out, looking down at him with lidded eyes.

Her voice blends seamlessly into his dream as she wakes him up and for a brief moment when he looks at her he fears he’s said something embarrassing.

She’s perched on the coffee table in front of the couch and is close enough that he can smell vanilla lotion she must’ve just put on. She’s changed into leggings and a large grey t-shirt with NAVY written across it in black print. He’s painfully aware she’s not wearing a bra underneath it, and hopes that the afghan covering him is enough to conceal his erection.

Glancing down he inwardly sighs in relief that it is. Looks back up to see her looking at him, brows furrowed.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better before I woke up,” he grumbles, squirming a little under the blanket.

“Follow my finger,” she instructs, moving it to the left, then the right.

“How bad is your headache on a scale of 1-10?”

“Seven,” Mulder shrugs. “It’s wasn’t bad when I was discharged but now-”

“Were you prescribed pain medication?”  

Slowly nodding he quickly regrets it.

“When was your last dose?”

Closing his eyes he tries his best to remember, “Around 4:30. I think.”

“Okay, you’re probably due to take more. Where are the pills?”

“Try the kitchen counter. Just make sure you don’t grab Mom’s happy pills.”

Nodding in understanding, wondering if she ought to pop a few, Scully gets to her feet but isn’t sure where to walk after leaving the parlor.

“Which way-”

“Right through the dining room,” Mulder says with a sigh as he turns to watch her go.

Admiring the view as she leaves he feels himself harden again and scolds himself, glares down at his concealed crotch.

Hearing the water running in the kitchen he hastily adjusts the blankets before Scully walks back in the parlor, crouches down next to the coffee table where she sets the water glass.

“You weren’t kidding about the happy pills,” she snorts, uncapping and tilting the pill bottle into her hand.

“Oh yeah. She’s got quite a collection,” Mulder sighs as she hands him the two capsules and the water. He swears he feels a spark when her fingers brush his, and that feeling amplifies at the smirk on her lips.

“That spot on the countertop looked straight out of Valley Of The Dolls.”

He can’t help but laugh at that, but the movement makes him grateful he has his own meds coming. Tossing the pills back he takes a sip of water.

“Finish that. You need to stay hydrated.”

“Whatever you say, doc,” Mulder grumbles but he obeys. Met with a look though he lets out a heavy sigh.

“Look, if you get really fed up with me don’t hesitate to sneak one or two of Mom’s pills. Trust me, Teena won’t even know they’re gone.”

“If I hadn’t signed a code of conduct prohibiting inebriation when on duty, I’d probably take you up on that.”

“I’m just not used to this. Being back here. My every move being watched. Not being able to get off the damn couch.”

“If you need your crutches-”

“No. I’m...I’m fine, Scully,” Mulder says, squeezing her hand to keep her from moving as he slumps back more into the couch cushions. His eyes are going heavy but he sees her arch a brow and gives her a sheepish smile.

“Sorry. Special Agent Scully...Dana...I don’t-”

“It’s alright. Scully’s fine. I mean if you want me to call you Mulder, I-”

“I even make my parents call me Mulder,” he laughs, looking up at her with a starry eyed expression. Clearly the meds are starting to kick in. He still hasn’t let go of her hand.

“You should get some sleep, Mulder.”

“But I’m not grumpy now. We...we should keep talking. Get to know each other better.”

“You know more about me than you think,” she says to herself as he frowns, cocks his head at her in a confused puppy kind of way.

“What was that, Scully?”

“Try and get some sleep.”

Tucking the blanket more around him with her free hand, she goes to move her other one out of his. Sensing that, Mulder moves to brush his lips on her fingertips and she bites her lip, blinks back tears. Feeling grateful the lights in here are dimmed.

“Y...you look like a Katherine, Scully…” he mumbles before his eyes slip shut. She lets go of his hand then, tucks the blankets more around him before brushing her lips on his forehead, perching on the edge of the coffee table.

“Good night, Fox.”