For Pendrell Contest #3
AND IN THE DARKNESS BIND THEM
By Darkstryder
CClaib2155@aol.com

Rating: PG
Spoilers: A brief comment about Never Gain, and Pendrell
makes a prediction about how he's going to die ( Tempus
Fugit )
Catagory:  V ( angst ), H ( hopefully ), and S ( yes,
it has a story! )
Summery: Mulder and Pendrell get stuck somewhere, and
have a long talk about themselves--and Scully

Disclaimer:  As much as I wish, I don't own 'em. None of
these people in this story belong to me
( how...unorigional ). All you shall see and hear belong
to Chris Carter ( at the moment I think he's Satan, sent
to torment us with Mulder and Scully UST--wait, I like
that ) and Ten-Thirteen Productions. 

This is dedicated to everyone who thinks that Mulder
rules. And my insomnia and twisted mind.

**Author's note:  This is purely a conversational
story--everything is nothing but talking.

***Oh, yeah--a lot of words will probably be spelled
wrong. Stupid Spell Checker won't work.

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes...

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AND IN THE DARKNESS BIND THEM
BY DARKSTRYDER

"Mulder?"
"Yeah, Pendrell?"
"How did I let you get me into this mess?"
"Um...Scully."
"Oh, yeah. Sigh. Why did I want to help you help Scully?"
" 'Cause you have a huuuuge crush on her."
"How--never mind. I don't want to know. You know, I haven't
heard the word crush since high school."
"Huhn."

"I wonder what she's doing right now."
"Scully?"
"Who else."
"You think about her a lot, don't you?"
"Don't you, Mulder?"
"I guess. Okay, yeah, I think about her all the time."
"If we're lucky she's going out of her mind looking for
me--I mean, us."
"Maybe. I hope so. Or maybe she's got a hot date...and
he's probably stuffing her into an incenerator right about
now."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."

"Hey, Pendrell?"
"What?"
"Wanna play a game?"
"*What*?"
"A game."
"What kind of game, Mulder? In case you can't tell, we're
stuck in a dark room. At least we're not tied up."
"I was thinking of Truth or Dare."
"Want more things to tease me about?"
"Come on, Pendrell. It'll be fun. You can find things out to
tease me about."
"Okay..."
"Great!"
"You go first."
" 'Kay. Truth or dare, Pendrell?"
"Um, dare."
"I dare you to...lick the wall."
"No! I choose truth!"
"He, he, he. Fine. Do you love Scully?"
"Yes."
"That was fast."
"Mulder--truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare *you* to lick the wall."
"Uh, truth."
"Do *you* love Scully?"
". . . "
"Well?"
"I...I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"I don't know."
"You don't *know*?"
"What, do you want me to draw you a picture? I said I
don't know!"
"Geeze, touchy. You're turn."
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Dangerous, aren't we. Lemme see...I dare you to lick
the floor."
"What is it with you and licking, Mulder?"
"I dunno."
"Fine. I choose truth."
"Uh, what exactly is it you love about Scully?"
"Well, I--um, she's beautiful, smart, and really nice."
"Sigh. Like I said, a schoolboy crush."
"Well, what do you love about her?"
"No need to snap at me. She's the most beautiful woman
I've ever seen, but it's more than that. It's deeper,
what's on the inside that's more beautiful than on the
out. She's so strong, much stronger than me. Nothing
can touch her, but she still has a heart of gold. We've
both been through hell--and she's never broken. That's
what I love about her the most. She still has compassion,
love, and fire in her heart. To kill her would be to
kill me. "
"...Oh..."
"Oh?"
"Oh. You know, you just said that you love her."
"I did?"
"Yeah."
". . ."
"Let's consider that my turn."
"Okay. Truth or dare?"

"They're never going to find us in here!"
"How long have we been in here?"
"You have the watch, Mulder. We've probably been in
here for days, even weeks."
"We've been in here for two hours."

"Mulder, truth or dare?"
"Why bother asking? Now it's just truth."
"Okay, What was the most embarrassing thing you've ever
done?"
"Hmm. It would have to be when I was six."
"What happened?"
"Well, have you ever had one of those dreams where you
show up to school or work naked?"
"Yeah."
"Well, that time it was no dream."
"You went to school *naked*? How did *that* happen?"
"You don't want to know."

"Your turn. Pendrell, what was the--*what the heck are
you doing*?"
"I'm, uh..."
"Are you licking the floor? My God, Pendrell!"
"I'm hungry!"
"That's discusting."
"Not really..."
"Yes, it is. I've seen mutants, aliens, and flukemen, and
believe me, Pendrell, that is *discusting*." 
"Are you going to tell Scully?"
"Depends if you piss me off or not."
"I'll be careful."

"I'm *hungry*!"
"So'm I. Maybe I shouldn't have eaten all me seeds in
the office."
"So, Mulder, how do you think you're going to die?"
"Hopefully with a beautiful red head in my arms--oops.
I mean, uh..."
"That's okay. I understand. Same would be my answer. But
I'll probably be killed in an accident or something--like
I'll get shot in the chest when the bullet was meant
for someone else."
". . . "
"Maybe I'll die to save Scully, or to save the world."
"Noble thought."
"Hmm."
"I'll probably be killed quietly in the middle of the
night by government assassins. Or I'll end up committing
suicide or something."
"Not so-noble thought."
"No."
"Let's get on with the game."
"Pendrell, what's your favorite TV show?"
"Uh, Barney."
"You're kidding."
"No. Hey--stop laughing! It's not that funny. It's
embarrassing. I can't help it! My TV only gets one
channel."
"Then get a new TV."
"Can't afford one. What's your favorite TV show?"
"MTV."
"That's not a show!"
"Okay, then I like...actually, when I was a kid, I
liked the Brady Bunch."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm a sucker for happy endings."
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"Oh."

"Pendrell?"
"Yeah?"
"What's your first name?"
"I...have no idea. I don't think I have one."
"No first name?"
"No first name."
"And people say *I'm* spooky."

"Do you think Scully would ever go out with me?"
". . . "
"Well, Mulder?"
"I'm not sure I want to know."
"Oh, yeah. You love her."
"Sigh. I guess I do."
"Do you want to date her?"
"Actually, in a sick, twisted way I probably already
date her. We spend most of our time together, and we
*do* go out to eat, and to the movies--just don't
tell her that."
"I--I didn't know that."
"Not many do. She's my best friend."
"Hmm."
"That's my line."
"Sorry."
"Pendrell, what's the most embarrassing thing you've
ever done?"
"Lick the floor."

"My cats are gonna starve."
"My fish died yesterday. I was going to get some more,
but now..."
"But now we're stuck in a dark room."
"Yeah."
". . . "
"Scully once had a dog that got eaten by a sea monster."
"A sea monster?"
"Well, she said it was a crocodile, but I know better."
"Poor dog."
"Poor Scully."

"Now how many days have we been in here?"
"Six hours, Pendrell."

"You know, Mulder, I think this has been a good
experience for us."
"Shut up."

"Hey, Mulder...Pendrell. Where have you guys been?"
"Scully! Finally. We've been in here for the past twelve
hours or so. What took you so long to find us?"
"Mulder, you two were stuck in the copy machine room
for twelve hours?"
"Let's just go."

"Agent Scully?"
"Yes, Agent Pendrell?"
"Thank you for letting us out of there. Mulder was
beginning to drive me crazy."
"Funny, he says the same thing about you. But you're
welcome. And Pendrell?"
"Yes?"
"You look like you've been licking the floor."

THE END

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