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SPOILERS: A Missing scene to the season 3 episode, Syzygy.
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Denial, Hysteria and Misplaced Blame
By giantessmess


He'd been acting like a jerk ever since they arrived in Comity. Ditching her, belittling her every comment by mockingly quoting the statistics she favored. Not to mention the way he flirted so bluntly with the smug blonde detective assigned to their case.

But she hadn't known how ridiculously unprofessional Mulder could be until she barged into his motel room, unannounced


Immediately, she wished she'd knocked. Scully glared openly at Detective White, who was straddling Mulder on the motel bed. The woman's lipstick was smudged, her hair was disheveled. Scully felt an unwelcome flush over her body. Her skin prickled.

"There's been another death." She almost spat the revelation as she turned on her heels.

Mulder didn't seem in the least bit ashamed.

"Was there a murder?" he mumbled, after he'd followed her outside.

She exhaled, unlocking her car door. "A high school girl was impaled by flying glass from a bathroom mirror."

"Let me drive."

"I'm driving," she muttered.

Mulder attempted to explain. "Scully, it's not what you think."

"I didn't see anything, anyway."

"Will you let me drive?"

He was shameless, forcing her into the same car with that floozy of a detective.

"Could you go with her please?" He ordered. Detective White glanced at Scully hesitantly and opened her mouth as if she meant to say something, but immediately thought the better of it.

"Thank you," Mulder said, as the detective strode toward Scully's car. Scully turned on the ignition loudly, shooting Mulder a dark look.

"Big macho man…" he muttered to himself.

"Are you sure you're ok to drive?" Detective White asked, after Mulder had finally sped off ahead of them.

"I'm fine."

"Because Agent Mulder said –"

"I'm fine." Scully pressed her foot hard onto the accelerator, and the detective fell back in her seat.

"Do you have a problem with me, Agent Scully?"

"No, why ever would I?" Scully answered coolly.

"Just…just pull over, alright? I'll walk the rest of the way."

"Fine. It's a few miles." Scully swerved the car to the curb, causing Detective White to jolt forward in her seatbelt.

"You're insane. My God, everyone in this town has lost their marbles."

"I'm perfectly lucid."

"You clearly have complex issues with your partner to work through," Detective White snapped.

"I'll be blunt then," Scully said crisply, eyeing the detective up and down. "You'd prefer that?"

"Oh, by all means."

"Fine," Scully stared White squarely in the face. "I think what you're doing here is downright pathetic."

"Do you, now?" White crossed her arms.

Scully glared. "Oh, don't patronize me. Please don't treat me like I'm some kind of imbecile," her heart was racing with the sheer effort of her irritation. "Because, God help me, there's nothing on this earth I'd rather do than take your down a level."

"Take me down?"

"You heard me," Scully said, raising her voice.

Detective White let out a shrill breath and slammed out of the car.

"Get back here!" Scully strode after her, grinding her heels into the asphalt.

"I don't have to listen to your sad little ravings," the detective stood tall and leant against the car door. Scully gaped at her audacity.

"You kissed him!" Scully felt herself moving forward, blinking down at the woman's breasts, and immediately blushing at her own behavior. "Do you have any moral sirens that prevent you from overstepping professional boundaries?" She asked. "Any at all?"

"Agent Scully, I don't know who you think you are."

Scully crossed her arms. "Well, someone needs to take some responsibility in this investigation."

The detective shook her head and squinted. "By all means, do whatever you've been dying to do. Go on, I'm sure you can solve this case by yourself." She took a swig of the vodka bottle she'd stolen from Mulder's hotel room.

"What is that?" Scully pointed "You're drinking?"

"Mulder left it with me."

"He doesn't drink."

"Well, there's one more thing that's slipped under your radar. No wonder this case is such a mess."

"Great," Scully muttered. "This is perfect. Five teenagers are dead, and the town has degenerated into mass hysteria."

"That's it?" Detective White jutted her chin out, and gestured with her hand. "You're just going to refer to that FBI study for the duration of this case?"

"It's a legitimate study examining the psychological behavior of people in situations like these," Scully snapped. "If you just take a look at the way the increased tension in this town has reduced people to a mob mentality. And that, coupled with the circulation of unsubstantiated rumors-"

Detective White held her hands up. "Just...stop, ok. It's ineffective, and it's... repetitive."

"Repetitive?" Scully said, lips thinning.

"Mulder says you're rigid in a wonderful way," Detective White smiled to herself. "I think you're more of a broken record."

"It's the only viable way to come to any conclusion here," Scully spat. "Unless your explanation involves someone spiking the drinking water," Scully raised an eyebrow. "Or was it your satanic cultists?"

"Mulder insists there's a planetary alignment."

"Yeah? And that makes sense to you?" Scully snatched Mulder's bottle off her and she swallowed a mouthful. "Where the hell is Mulder, anyway?" She shook her head. "We were heading somewhere important, weren't we?"

"You're the FBI agent, you tell me."

"Thanks," Scully exhaled. "You're a great asset to this investigation."

Detective White rolled her eyes and shrugged, seemingly tired all of a sudden. The woman stretched her neck and Scully felt an unwanted flush of arousal. Detective White sat against the car with her legs spread wide. Scully moved closer - why was she moving closer? White smelt like Mulder's aftershave...or was it Mulder's vodka? Something inside her ached at the sight, and Scully found herself pressing against White's body.

The detective laughed and tilted her head, as Scully met her eyes.

"God…" Detective White smiled. "Do you feel weird? I feel…"

"Weird…" Scully was finding it hard to finish a thought. "God…you smell like…"


"Detective," Scully swallowed. "I think you…need to..." Why did she feel so hot all of a sudden? She tugged at Detective White's shirt.

"Yeah….and you.." The detective's eyes fluttered closed as Scully breathed onto her skin.

"Take off your clothes, detective," Scully breathed, losing patience.

"Only if you-"

"Off…" Scully urgently kissed along her neck, eliciting a moan from White. "Can you just…Please."

Detective White shook her head, like she couldn't believe the situation.

"I'm not usually…" she held up her overcoat and dropped it to the ground, theatrically. Her heels were next. Laughing she pulled Scully towards her again. "I'm not like this, you know."

Scully brushed the detective's lips with her own, and could almost swear she could taste Mulder. Damn him.

Scully slammed White against the car, and the detective writhed against her. They grabbed at each other's clothes, trying desperately to remove anything that prevented skin from touching skin.

Detective White managed to speak, as Scully ravaged her breasts. "Murder….has there been a murder?"

"No…"Scully murmured. "Possibly." She was pushing up Detective White's skirt.

"We're on a..." The detective giggled at Scully's touch. "…a case."

"Hmmm?" Scully was kissing along the detective's waist, following down her abdomen. Then she slid down the detective's underwear. Her mouth soon found the spot that made Detective White arch her back. Scully held her hard against the car, and she felt White's legs shake through the effects of her tongue.

"Agent ..Scully? What are you-"

Anything else Detective White might have said degenerated into a series of moans. She pulled Scully into a kiss afterwards, and pushed her against the car in a reversal of positions. Swearing, she unbuttoned Scully's shirt, and Scully swallowed as the detective fumbled with her pants.

"Maybe you shouldn't-"

"I've got it."

Detective White was smiling seductively, as she lowered herself down Scully's body. Scully's pulse was racing, her back aching from the hard surface of the car.

"This isn't…right."

"It's a bit late…don't you think?"

"I just think we shoul-"

She let out a cry of surprise when Detective White buried her head between her legs.

Neither of them came up for air for some time, until they managed to pry themselves apart and walk – very separately- towards the car.

"What the hell was that?" Scully gasped, unable to stop herself from staring at the detective's open shirt. Scully's lipstick was smeared on her skin.

"I don't-" the detective caught Scully's blatant stare, and she started buttoning herself up. "And …you should…I mean, you're..."

"Oh," Scully fumbled with her own shirt. "I'm sorry."

"No...your mouth."

Scully blushed. Knowing she shouldn't, she licked her lips, anyway. She could still taste the Detective, she could still imagine the feel of her.


"Yeah…." Detective White's face colored.

"I'm sorry, I don't usually…"

"No, me neither."

"I have no idea how…"

"We should..." The detective nodded. Scully's eyes widened.

"God, yes. What am I doing?" She hurriedly started the car, trying in vain not to feel the residual arousal, which was worsened by the fact that Detective White was clearly finding it hard not to look at her.

For a moment she wished she believed in all of Mulder's cosmological nonsense, rather than take the blame for what just happened.

"Listen…I don't think we should ever, you know," Detective White searched for words.

"I know." Scully tried to concentrate on the road in front of her. "This didn't happen."

"I'm not usually like this."

Scully snorted a breath. "I suspect Agent Mulder might testify to the contrary."

Detective White glared at her, but then she just sighed and ran a hand through her blonde hair.

"I've gotta get the hell out of this town."

"Yeah," Scully shook her head. "No kidding."

Their awkwardness was broken by a bird smacking into the windscreen. A bird. The car began jolting - it shuddered over the obstacles on the road. Scully pulled over.

She and Detective White gaped at each other, and then at the amount of dead birds that were littered all over the highway. Scully almost felt relief, when they were joined by an angry group of townspeople.

"I don't know what you think you're doing," she said, as if to a child. "But I suggest you to put that gun down sir, or I'm gonna have to arrest you." She felt strangely comforted by the presence of the mob. Bewildered, yes - but comforted.

Rumor panic and a mob mentality. At least there were some things in the world that made a bit of sense.

The End

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