Title - The Dating Game
Author - Marianne Dubitsky (aka Agent Dubie)
Feedback - Wouldn't that be great! Yeah in a perfect world. Anyways, to
dubie910@hotmail.com Thanks!!!
Rating - PG (Because G is just too pathetic and Disney-ish!)
Category - MSR, A little Humor and a litte angst. (Although it could be
a crossover, but not really, but yeah anyways.)
Spoilers - A Chinga reference and a Fight the Future reference. Nothing
big though.
Summary - Scully gets roped into being a contestant on The Dating Game.
Archive - OK, if you really want to.
Disclaimer - Have I ever told you how much I utterly dispise
disclaimers? Well I do! Mulder and Scully belong to the FOX jerks, 1013
productions, and the king of the world Chris (the paranoid freak)
Carter. Whatever. Anyways, I don't own them, didn't think them up, and
don't give a damn if you sue me because all I can give you is my college
financial aid money and you wouldn't do that to a poor California girl
would ya?
Notes - Thanks Stace, I still think it sucks though!
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The Dating Game
By Marianne Dubitsky (Aka Dubie)
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"Ok everybody, we go in five, four, three," the guy with the
headset announced as the crew ran around with last minute preparations
for today's taping. He signaled the last two counts with his hands and
pointed to the announcer just as the "quiet" sign came on.
"Welcome to another addition of the Dating Game with your host
Chuuuuuuuck Wooooolery!" the announcer yelled as the one and only Chuck
Woolery came out from behind the petition and waved to that crowd.
"Hello and welcome everybody to the Dating Game. Like always, I'll
be your host so let's get started. Meet our three contestants," Chuck
said as he motioned to the first man sitting in the folding chair.
"Bachelor number one comes from St. Louis and is a University of
Missouri graduate currently working as an accountant, everyone say hello
to Joe Stevenson." Joe waved to the crowd as the spotlight moved from
him to the next poor soul one seat over. "Bachelor number two lives in
Cleveland, graduated from Stanford University and is currently a
doctorate student at Harvard, please welcome Kyle Richardson." A look of
fear passed over Kyle's eyes as he realized how many people were staring
at him. "And finally bachelor number three comes to us from Washington
DC with a degree in psychology from Oxford University and is currently a
government agent, meet Fox Mulder." Mulder cringed at hearing his name
announced so loudly, but smiled to the crowd none the less. He wondered
why on earth he had decided to do this.
"Now that we are acquainted with our three bachelors, lets meet the
lucky woman who will be going on a date with one of these three guys.
She comes to us from Washington DC and is an FBI agent. She's also a
medical doctor and a University of Maryland grad. Please welcome Dana
Scully," Chuck introduced as Scully stepped from backstage. She took a
deep breath and smiled to the crowd. She silently cursed the friend who
convinced her to do this. Ugh, how utterly pathetic, she thought.
"Welcome Dana, how are you doing?" Chuck asked as he shook her
hand.
"I'm fine thank you," she answered politely. She hated small talk.
How totally pointless.
"Alright then, let's get started. Everybody knows how this goes.
Our bachelorette knows nothing about these guys, but will get the chance
to go on a date with one of them. Alright, go ahead and get to know our
bachelors." Chuck explained as he sat back in his chair.
Scully sighed as she looked at the questions in front of her. She
hadn't wanted any of these. The stupid intern made them up. She went
ahead anyway though, "Okay, bachelor number one, if you could own any
animal as a pet what would it be and why?"
"Well, I'm more the conventional type, so I think I'd just stick
with my Golden Retriever. Exotic animals are just too dangerous" Joe
said matter of factly.
Ugh, how unoriginal, she thought. Where on earth do they find these
guys. She proceeded however, "Bachelor number two, if you wanted to
steal a piece of fruit, which kind would you steal?"
"First of all, I'm allergic to fruit, but if I had to choose one,
I'd steal an apple because an apple a day keeps the doctor away," Kyle
replied, trying to sound intelligent.
Oh brother, you better bet I'll stay away. This is turning out to
be worse than I thought. All geeks, how could this have happened? She
asked the next question, "Bachelor number three, if you could rent any
car for a day, what would it be?"
"Well," his voice sent a shiver down her spine. "I'd rent a
convertible because even though the rate of decapitation is high,
there's something about a mustang that makes me want to drive it all
night long," Mulder replied with his usual suave tone. He knew that his
comment would make Scully smile. He imagined her in a little pantsuit
high heels sitting next to Chuck in total pain over this whole process.
He smiled at the thought.
Scully let out a very un-Scully-like giggle. It was surprising even
to her. There was something familiar about bachelor number three. It was
beginning to urk her. She remembered how Mulder had talked about the
dangers of decapitation when she was on vacation in Maine. I bet Mr.
Three and Mulder would get along really well, she thought before
addressing bachelor number one again, "Bachelor number one, what is you
favorite food and why do you like it so much?"
"Ever since I was little, my favorite food has been a peanut butter
and jelly sandwich because it is simple and easy and tastes so good,"
Joe replied with an attempt at a cute little kiddy voice.
The phrase dork of the year comes to mind, Scully thought as she
rolled her eyes. On with the next question, "Bachelor number two, what
is your favorite sport and why?"
"I've always been a fan of tennis and I played in college until I
hurt my knee. It's a sport of skill and intelligence," Kyle answered as
he tried more desperately to sound interesting.
Oh god shoot me now, please! She moved on to number three without
hesitation, "Bachelor number three, everyone is allowed to have one
obsession in life, what is yours?"
Mulder chuckled as he thought of his video collection at home.
"Well, aside from watching movies, I have this thing for sunflower
seeds. I can't live without them."
Oh really, what kind of movies? Scully asked herself. She laughed
as she remembered Mulder's little drawer in their office. Funny how porn
and sunflower seeds are his little obsessions as well. Whatever, next
question, "Alright, bachelor number one, if you could be any flavor of
ice cream, which one would you choose?"
"Since I'm an old fashioned guy, I'd be vanilla because it's a
natural classic," Joe replied trying to sound sexy. He, however, did not
succeed.
Scully let a little eye roll loose and continued, "Bachelor number
two, if you could be any kind of soft drink, which kind would you be?"
She was definitely beginning to dread asking these retarded questions.
"Hmm, soft drink. I think I'd have to say I'd be a cherry coke just
because it's a little different," Kyle answered, trying way too hard to
sound cute.
Scully sighed again, but realized that the pain was almost over.
Just a few more questions. "Bachelor number three, what is your favorite
color and what makes it so special?"
Mulder had the perfect answer for her. One that would confuse her
thoroughly and send those little investigative wheels into motion. "Well
even though I'm color blind, blue is my favorite color because it is the
color of the sky on a clear spring day and the color of the ocean from
high in the air and most importantly, the color of your eyes, in which I
get lost everyday."
Scully's heart leapt to her throat. How did this random guy know
the color of my eyes? She started to think of all the guys she saw
during the day. The only one she saw on a regular basis was Mulder, but
there was no way it could be Mulder. Not even he is that pathetic. She
concentrated and went on, "Ahem, bachelor number one, describe the
perfect date."
"My perfect date is dining at a wonderful French restaurant and a
romantic boat ride on the river followed by coffee at a quaint little
coffee shop in the heart of the city," Joe replied wanting to appear as
romantic as possible. He was not successful at that venture either.
Scully wanted to stab herself repeatedly to dull the pain. She
couldn't stand it anymore. This was just way too pathetic. Please,
someone, make it stop! She mustered up enough strength to ask the same
of the second dork, "Bachelor number two, same question please."
"Well, I think I'd take the woman to the National Museum of Art
History so we could appreciate the greatest works of our time and then
on to dinner at a little Italian place I know of," Kyle answered, trying
to down grade Joe's image of the perfect date.
Ew, I would never go on any of those, Scully thought with yet
another heavy sigh of disgust. Thank god this is the last question. She
was actually eager to hear Mr. Three's response since he seemed to be
the only worthy one in the bunch. "Bachelor number three, same question
if you don't mind."
Mulder had been formulating his answer since the show began. This
question always came up so he had to make the answer just right.
Something Scully-like, yet totally un-Scully-like. He took a deep breath
and turned on his patented Sexy Mulder voice, "I don't mind at all. My
perfect date would be taking you to the ocean and walk along the water's
edge as the sun set. Then I'd take you back to a beach house and we'd
eat take out Chinese on the back porch. We'd watch the stars and I'd
hold you in my arms until you fell asleep."
Scully couldn't hold in that tell tale smile any longer. As he
spoke, she pictured herself with Mulder, walking in the sand as the
water rushed up to meet them. She snapped out of it as Chuck announced
the commercial break. She had to choose. Not that that decision was
hard. It was number three all the way, but something about him bothered
her. She couldn't quite figure it out though. Everything about the guy
reminded her of Mulder. Ugh, Mulder. Why did it always boil down to
Mulder? Every time she was interested in a guy, she would compare him to
Mulder. Mulder, Mulder, Mulder. She couldn't get him out of her head. It
was nothing but a stupid little Mulder crush, she thought. She didn't
want to face the fact that it wasn't just a "little Mulder crush". It
had never been just a "little Mulder crush".
"Welcome back. Dana, have you chosen one of our three eligible
bachelors?" Chuck asked as Scully's mind was still on the whole Mulder
thing.
"Uh, yes Chuck. I chose bachelor number three," Scully answered
without hesitation. The crowd cheered as if she had made the perfect
choice. She smiled at the reception, but she wanted to get out of there
as soon as possible. She felt the strange urge to go and talk to Mulder.
After this whole experience, she felt there was something that she
needed to tell him.
"Alright, you chose bachelor number three, but first let's meet the
guys she didn't choose. Bachelor number one is an accountant out of St.
Louis, meet Joe Stevenson," Chuck introduced and a short brown haired
thing wearing a suit and glasses came around the partition. Scully
almost laughed as she gave him the courtesy hug. "And bachelor number
two is studying to be a doctor at Harvard, please say hello to Kyle
Richardson." The other nerd of the year came around the partition and
Scully silently thanked herself for not picking him. Kyle was really
tall and his pants were way too short. She had to stand on tip toes just
to hug him. That would have been bad, she thought.
"Are you ready to meet the guy you did choose?" Chuck asked. Mulder
rang his hands together nervously. This was becoming less and less of a
good idea. What was he thinking? He only did it to show her that they
were meant to be together.
"Yes sir," Scully answered politely. Her heart pounded in
anticipation.
"Ok, then. Dana please meet bachelor number three. He's a
government agent from Washington DC," Scully held her breath as he said
this. The man came around the partition and her heart leapt to her
throat again. It took on a mind of its own as she saw the familiar face
of bachelor number three. "Fox Mulder," Chuck finished.
Mulder could not hold in his own smile any longer. His heart
pounded as he embraced her in a warm hug. Scully was stunned. She
couldn't believe that the guy she secretly wanted to be Mulder was
actually Mulder. She wanted to say something, but all she could do was
look up into his hazel eyes and smile. Mulder returned her gaze as Chuck
went back into a commercial break, "Ok, well it looks like we've made
another great match. Stay tuned because we'll be right back with another
eligible bachelor trying to score a date."
"Ok, you guys need to move. Go back to the green room, someone will
be down to give you more details," another headset wearing, clipboard
carrying guy instructed. The partners snapped out of their dazed state
and Mulder led Scully back stage by the hand.
"Wha, uh, um, wha, wh, why?" Scully finally got out as they sat
down next to each other on the green room couch.
Mulder looked into her tantalizing eyes and answered, "I didn't
know how else to tell you. I found out that you were going to be on this
show and it presented the perfect opportunity."
"But why? What do you want to tell me? Why did you do this?" Scully
asked as she went back into normal Scully mode.
Mulder took her hand and shifted his gaze downward like a little
boy in trouble, "I don't know why I did this. I guess I wanted to show
you that we are perfect for each other. Scully, no, I mean Dana, there
is no one in this world I'd rather be with. Remember when you were
going to quit and I ran after you and told you that I didn't know if I
wanted to do this alone? I said that you made me a whole person, but I
wanted to say so much more. I wanted to say…"
Scully held her breath as a single tear made its way down her cheek.
He paused to wipe it away and tried to find the strength to continue.
Scully could not believe what she was hearing. She knew what he needed
to say, because she needed to say it too. For so long she had felt this
way, but couldn't bring herself to express it. It hadn't been the right
time, or there was another girl, or he didn't feel the same way, or
whatever. But now was different. Both parties had come to the same
conclusion. They were meant for each other and both knew it. "You don't
have to say it," Scully mumbled.
He tightened his grip on her hand, "Yes I do. I have to say this. I
need you to hear this. For five years I've kept this in and it's dying
to get out. The truth is that from the moment you first knocked on my
door, our door, I knew. I knew that you were the one. The truth is
Scully, I've… I've fallen in love with you."
His confession shocked Scully. She knew what he was going to say,
but actually hearing it was a totally different story. She wanted to
tell him everything, but she couldn't find the words. Her head dropped,
"Mulder, I… Mulder, I just, I, I…"
He lifted her chin and looked into her tear filled eyes, "Shh, you
don't have to say anything."
She took a deep breath, gathered her strength, stood up and
answered, "Yes Mulder, yes I do. The first time I saw you with your
glasses and your slides and your posters, I knew that one day, we'd be
having this conversation. I couldn't believe what I felt though. I
didn't want to. It was just wrong. It would interfere with everything.
It wouldn't work. But now, I just can't take it anymore. I can't hold it
in any longer. Mulder, after everything we've been through, after
everything that has happened, after five years, I'm in love with you
too."
A sparkle shown in Mulder's eyes as he got up from the couch and
embraced her. He held her tightly as she began to cry softly on his
shoulder. He marveled at how small and delicate she was in his arms. He
pulled back a little and lifted her chin to gaze into her entrancing
blue eyes. He bent down to kiss her, this time with no bees and no
hesitation to stand in the way. Both members needed this. Their lips met
and fused together like each was made for the other. Both had waited for
this for such a long time. Five years of wanting and needing all rolled
into one simple kiss. They became lost in the kiss. Nothing could have
torn them apart.
Scully, being the doctor remembered that breathing is an intricate
part of life and slowly pulled away. She looked up at him and
immediately became lost in his eyes. The kiss was greater that any she
had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. It was what fairy tales are
made of. There could not have been a more affectionate or electric kiss
in the history of the world. "What do we do now?" she asked softly.
"We'll think of something," he replied reassuringly. Her smile lit
up her face and he couldn't help but smile as well. He had waited so
long to tell her. He just couldn't believe that everything had worked
out in the end. He bent down to kiss her once more, this time more
passionately, if that was possible. He never wanted to stop kissing her
and he never wanted to let her go. She, on the other hand, never wanted
to leave him and she would never let him go.
"Are you going to go in there?" an intern asked of the woman
standing outside the doorway.
"In a little while. I'll have the rest of their lives to talk to
them," she replied as she dabbed the corners of her eyes with a
handkerchief and peeked through the crack in the door once more.
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Thank you all for coming and I hope you enjoyed yourself. I hate when
people tell you that this is their first try at MSR fanfic, but whatever
because it is, so be gentle. I know it sucks, so I don't want to hear
it. I take criticism of all kinds, so send it along to:
dubie910@hotmail.com Thanks!!!