Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, Skinner, and Pendrell are not mine. They are the sole property of Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting, and 1013 Productions. So why am I using them for my story? Because The Howlers told me to. Ha Ha..Please don't mind the 4th season spoiler. Same thing goes for the story, 4th season spoilers. All comments can be sent to me, Wendy Nolt to (bristol@redrose.net). Rated PG 13..just some adult subject matter and or language. Archive: S, R, A Dedicated to my friend Sarah Kiley. These arguments are for you. I hope you get your page back up. Author allows story to be sent to Newsgroups or homepages as long as my name and title stay with it. Summary: Scully has an incident with Pendrell, but not because she loves him. Mulder witnesses it and is not too pleased. Things fall apart from there. Picks up after Unruhe Ep. Scully\ other eventually an MSR. Blitzkrieg of the Heart 1\2 By: Wendy Nolt Inside Lab 10:38 AM "Did you analyze this picture?" Scully asked. "No, Agent Mulder must have brought it to one of the other specialists. I'm better with a microscope, than with a photograph enhancer." Pendrell answered. "I wanted to throw it out, but I can't seem to get it out of my mind." "It is rather disturbing. But that Gerry guy is dead, so I wouldn't worry." "Pendrell, you don't understand. These impressions, the Howlers, they still exist. I just haven't faced them before." "Scully, do you think it's job related. Stress. You could be reading far more into this than you should." Pendrell looked at her with concern, holding the photo in his hands. "Pendrell, can you keep a secret?" "Uh, it won't cost me my job will it?" "No, just don't say anything to Mulder." "Well, now. I don't know which is worse, Mulder or the Bureau. I don't like bending him out of shape." "He cares for me. We work so closely together. I just don't want him analyzing me like a guinea pig." "I care for you too, what makes you think I won't become overly concerned?" Scully looked at him, but Pendrell lowered his eyes. "I see things, or hear voices. They're premonitions. I experienced this when my father died, during this last case and the Bruckman case. There have been other incidences, those are just a few." "You are really sure aren't you? I have never seen you troubled like this before, Scully. I don't know what I can do to help." "Pendrell, the fact you're here listening to me is a help. I can't do this with Mulder. He would never want to believe I can do this. He becomes the skeptic when I have theories or matters that affect me." "I agree he is too close to the situation." Pendrell added. "And yet, he can read me so well. Mulder has always been there for support. Listen. Thanks for your time. I better get back to work." "Scully, don't cut out all your options. I enjoyed our conversation and I don't feel that you're burdening me in any way. I may not be as charming or roguish as Mulder, but I care deeply and would do anything to help if you ever needed me." "Thank you, Pendrell. Sometimes the fanciest package isn't the best gift." Scully moved to kiss him on the cheek. Surprising to her, Pendrell changed position and kissed her lips. "I had to let you know. I had to confess. It's not good for me to keep things in either." Pendrell said breaking from their embrace. His affection was much needed and welcomed. The feeling had been missing from her life for too long. While the moment was enjoyed, she could not help thinking there was something wrong. Longing for the comfort again, Dana kissed him harder. The mild mannered lab agent responded with equal urgency. Fox Mulder had been peering at the window, between the spaces in the blinds from the hallway. Later that Night Dana had been calling Mulder's celphone and home phone for the last five hours. She only received a disturbing message from the machine. "Hi, this is Mulder. I'm not home right now. If you are from the FBI, Fuck Off. Anyone else can leave a message after the tone. " He sounded drunk and depressed, which was a bad combination for Mulder. Dana decided to go to his apartment to see what was bothering him. Apartment 42 11:16 PM "Mulder?" Dana said as she slowly opened the door with the keys he had given her. "Ah, Scully, coming for blood?" "What? Blood?" "You might not want any. It's a little polluted." Mulder remarked, lifting up a bottle of vodka. "Mulder, Skinner informed me that you did not take the flight to Chicago. Why?" "Because, I might feel the sudden urge to skydive without a chute." Dana walked across the room and took a seat on the chair near the desk. Her partner was sitting slumped on the sofa. "Mulder, would you like to share something with me? What is bothering you and what does your message on the answering machine mean?" "Yeah, Scully. I'll share." Mulder got up and went to the desk and removed a pocket knife. He sat down, opened the knife and picked up the basketball lying at his feet. "Ready for the visual, Scully?" "I'm not going to have to call an ambulance am I?" Scully added. She was a little leery on the idea of a drunk Mulder wielding a knife. "Scully, If anything happens, let me bleed to death." His answer was not comforting to her previous fear. First Mulder held up the basketball. "This, Scully, is my heart. Nice, Happy, Inflated with Bouncy Joy." Then the knife. "This object I will leave up to you to decipher with your vast scientific knowledge." As expected, he drove the knife deeply into the ball. Afterwards he handed it to Dana. "Mulder, I don't understand? Is the NBA on strike?" "No, Scully. It represents something much more insidious." Scully hunched her shoulders and raised her hands. She wanted her partner to be forthcoming not cryptic in his replies. "You have my bleeding heart in your hands, Scully." She stared at the destroyed ball and almost laughed. "Go ahead, keep it. I'll be the first heartless man on earth. Of course, you'll be credited with the medical breakthrough." "Are you suggesting I hurt you?" Scully asked setting the ball on the floor. "Doctor Scully, you have created Frankenstein. Only you have the power to put me together." "You're losing me, Mulder." "The monster once wanted a bride." Dana closed her eyes and realized he had seen the lab incident. "Pendrell. . ." She whispered. "How is 'ol Igor anyhow, Doctor?" His tone sardonic. "It was an accident! I never meant to, I was thinking about someone else. . .' "Yup, 'ol Igor. What a stud! He had big enough balls to do what I should have done a long time ago." "Well you should have!" Her anger subsided. "I never knew, Mulder I'm sorry." Dana stood up and went to the kitchen to get a glass. She needed some vodka too. Returning, she reached for the bottle only to have it snatched from her grasp. "You're not allowed the luxury." He hissed at her. "Stop being childish!" "Pardon my regression. So, do you like him?" "Mulder, I don't dislike him." Mulder got up and walked over to where she was sitting. He bent down to his knees and pulled her face close. "Mulder, Stop! You're drunk." She was not afraid of his condition, but of the eventuality of the situation. She always knew it would come down to this someday. Dana never really prepared herself for it. She often fantasized but never believed the two would be close enough to fall in love. "Intoxicated by love." He whispered before he kissed her. Fox wanted to make sure this kiss was nothing like Pendrell's. He wanted that lab agent's attempt to pale in comparison. Dana Scully would know what a kiss from Fox Mulder did to a person. He was going to make darn positive she wouldn't forget anytime soon. After they parted he spoke again. "Do you love him?" "I don't know." "Do you love me?" "I don't know?" "I don't need a field report, Scully." Dana stared at him. "I'm confused, Mulder." "After four years, you're confused." Mulder replied sarcastically, as he got up and reached for the bottle again. He took a deep drink from it. "I've known him that long too. He's very pleasant and intelligent." "Yeah, but did Einstein ever put his life in jeopardy for you?" Mulder was getting angry over all these great adjectives for Pendrell. "HAS HE?" "ANY, agent would do the same for another." She answered sternly. "Scully!" Mulder kicked over the coffee table. Dana moved backward in the chair, surprised at his outburst. "I am so God Damned sick of those appropriate Bureau answers!" He paused for a moment. "Would he put his life's work aside to search the ends of the earth for you? Would he take that metal pole and beat down the door to save you from a serial killer? I worked night and day to find out where that bastard had taken you, because I couldn't live without you. I couldn't imagine him sticking that metal pin in your eyes to your brain!" "I can't answer that, Mulder. Pendrell isn't here to say what he would do if put in such a situation. But I don't believe he would have taken time out for a quickie." Dana snapped. She did not appreciate his guilt trip and decided to apply one of her own. Her eyes focused on Mulder with an accusing glare. "I guess that little below the belt remark is to some how excuse you from your actions today?" "Yeah, Sure, Mulder, but at least every time you turned around I wasn't screwing someone involved with a case." "No. You saved those favors for your co workers and superiors. Oh, except me of course. I couldn't possibly provide you with anything to get you ahead in your career. I hear Skinner is a little rough. You wouldn't happen to know would you, Scully?" "Why? Interested, Mulder?" "Sure, a piece of the AD is probably a lot gentler than the royal screwing you gave me!" Dana flushed red with embarrassment and anger. Abruptly, she raised her hand and slapped him hard. Mulder averted his eyes for a moment and flexed his jaw, feeling the sting of her outrage. "Was that the Climax, Scully? The Big Bang?" He moved his head in front of her face, mockingly. Scully couldn't control herself. She slapped him again. This time when both their eyes finally met they were tear filled. Her partner had grabbed hold of her wrist after the second strike. "Looks like we've come full circle, Scully. I didn't want you around the first day you walked into my office and I don't want you here now. So do me a favor, disappear." "The feeling is mutual." She added. Mulder let go of her wrist and their hands briefly touched at their fingertips. Their final eye contact contained the harsh recognition that they could never turn back from the exchange. "Goodbye." Dana said quietly and she walked out the door. Mulder stood there for a moment to watch her leave before he left to find a mirror. As he stared into it he noticed a trace of red lipstick on his mouth. With a kleenex he wiped off the stain. Mulder lingered on the lipstick's dark crimson. Its vibrancy would run in his veins forever. End of 1 of 2 From bristol@redrose.net Mon Oct 28 19:02:49 1996 Disclaimer see part one. Constructive comments can be sent to me, Wendy Nolt at(bristol@redrose.net) Rated PG-13. Summary and archive info in part one. Please enjoy part two X Phlies. Blitzkrieg Of the Heart 2\2 By: Wendy Nolt Apartment 35 1:12 AM Dana did not want to get him involved, especially after what he had revealed to her. She just needed to talk to someone. Scully picked up the phone to call Pendrell. "Hello, Pendrell." "Hi." "Scully?" "Yeah, Um, sorry to call so late." "Is there something you need done at the lab?" "No, Pendrell. It has to do with what happened between us. Mulder knows." There was a long pause at the other end. "He knows. Well, how did he take it?" "He was mad, of course, but that's not entirely why I called." Scully spoke with some hesitation. "Ok, could you elaborate?" "You know I care about you. We discussed that, and I know you care about me." "Scully, you love him." Pendrell picked up the sentence before she finished. "I need to sort this out. Pendrell, we had a huge blow out. I've never been so angry at him and his selfishness. And I don't think Mulder has ever been so infuriated with me. The whole situation was horrible. We exchanged some of the most hateful words two people could ever say to each other." "Oh, great. Well, what can I do? I don't like to see either of you hurt." "Just talk to me. Help me sort my thoughts out. I shouldn't ask this of you, but you're the only one I can turn to." "I think I have a solution." "What?" Scully asked. "Don't worry about that, I'll talk to you later." "Pendrell? You're not going over there are you? Pendrell. He is very unstable right now. The sight of you could make him go over the edge." "Don't worry about me and Mulder. Sometimes his bark is worse than his bite. I don't like to confront him, but I might be able to do something." "Pendrell, no, not this time. I really have screwed things up. It's not a wise idea." "Talk later, Scully." He hung up. Dana sat looking into the end of the phone. Mulder's bad habit of hanging up on her had now rubbed off on Pendrell as well. "Please, Mulder. Don't kill him. He's a good guy." Scully spoke quietly. Apartment 42 1:40 AM There was a knock at Mulder's door. He had not gone to bed like he normally would after drinking himself into a drunken stupor. "The home of the mentally disturbed is no longer taking visitors! Go away!" The knock repeated. Mulder grumbled and staggered to the door. "What do you wa. . ." He stood speechless as Pendrell came into view. "You're a little close to the lion's den aren't ya, Pendrell?" "I'm willing to take that chance, Agent Mulder." "Goodie for me. Please, come in." Fox's tone was filled with sarcasm. "Thank You." Pendrell walked through the door. "I'd hold the gratitude till after the conversation." Mulder shut the door. Pendrell walked over to sit on the sofa. The rest of the floor was cluttered by the overturned coffee table. Mulder emerged from the kitchen with a fresh bottle of whiskey. He placed it on Pendrell's lap. "To the Victor, the Spoils. Drink up Pendrell. You'll need it. A good drink always helped me after Scully contact." "I don't believe I'll be needing this." Pendrell said as he set the bottle on the floor. "Suit yourself. So why are you here? I don't need you to drive the blade deeper." "Doing a favor for a friend." "Why, is there some hot little number in the lab I haven't seen? Sorry, but I can find my own date. You seem to have a problem in that department, Right?" Mulder was becoming impatient. "I didn't mean you. I'm doing this for Scully." "Oh, the Devil's advocate." Mulder added. "Give me a chance to explain." "I don't really know if I want an explanation, at this point. No, things are pretty clear to me. I will offer you some advice though, change your name to Judas. It's more your style." "Damn it, Mulder!" "oooh, hit a nerve, Pendrell?" Fox teased. "No, I can't believe that you feel everything is yours!" "Everything? As in what?" "As in, information I give you on case evidence, as in all the little extras I send your way thinking you may be interested." "As in Scully?" Mulder questioned. "Yes, especially Scully. You act like your some Emperor in charge of her well being." Mulder laughed at his assumption. "Et tu, Pendrell?" "Mulder, enough with the remarks. I'm serious. You two have destroyed a much needed department and I might say a very promising relationship over something stupid." "Pendrell, save the apologies. I don't want to be your play pal anymore. But, to address your comment on our discussion being stupid, I would like to inform you that it is not stupid nor trivial when someone is not forthright on their intentions." The lab scientist crossed his arms. "And those intentions?" Pendrell knew what Mulder was hinting about, but he wanted him to say it. "She didn't walk into YOUR office." Mulder offered. "Dana wasn't assigned to my lab." "Of course, that's right. She wasn't assigned there. Your intention was to get her there as much as possible. Congratulations, her transfer required no paperwork. By the way, I like how you throw her first name around." "I can't believe the depth of your jealousy." Pendrell scoffed at Mulder pathetic state. "Jealousy? You haven't mind enough to perceive the depth of my feelings for her. Your just another one of those animals out for a piece, instead of admiring her as a person." "Yeah, Mulder. I just waited around for the opportunity to pounce, while you weren't looking." "Something like that." Mulder said reaching for the new bottle of whisky on the floor. He opened it and took a drink. "You're paranoid. All those guys were right about you. Mulder, you're out of your mind. And pouring that booze down your throat isn't going to make your rationalization any clearer." "Paranoid?" Mulder asked. "Yes, paranoid." "So you and the Big Wigs sit down and talk about how paranoid I am?" "No, I'm just saying. . ." Mulder cut Pendrell off. "Pendrell, as a personal favor, could you relay something to the bosses for me." Mulder teetered as he rose from the chair. "What?" Pendrell looked up at the inebriated agent. The scientist thought. "What, Mulder?" He asked again. "Nothing, forget it. I'm not going to waste my time. I already told them to Fuck Off on my answering machine. That in itself should be a good water cooler discussion to savor." "I'm letting go of her, Mulder." Fox turned around to look at him. "What?" "She's yours. I don't want to come in between you two. I never knew. Maybe I was being selfish and jealous." "Pendrell, I don't want your sloppy seconds. Go make a little love nest at the lab." Pendrell got up from the sofa to look for Mulder's coat. When he found it he handed the trenchcoat to Fox. "Come on." Pendrell ordered. "Where are we going?" "It's a surprise." Pendrell said as he tried to hold the drunk agent up to escort him out the door. "Pendrell, you surprised me once already, it almost killed me. Please be merciful." They left. Apartment 35 3:30 AM Scully sat wide awake in bed. She stared at the clock, worried Mulder had done the unthinkable to Pendrell. There was a knock at her door. Dana rushed through her apartment, turned on the lights, and whipped open the door not caring who might be on the other side. It was Pendrell. "What happened? What did he say?" "Calm down. He's here with me." "Here? Now?" Scully asked. "Come on, Mulder." Pendrell waved his hand to the agent standing in the hallway. "Hiya. . .Scully." Mulder stammered. "Geez, Scully, there are so many of you. Now Pendrell and I can both have a Scully." "Oh my God, Pendrell. He's trashed." Scully pulled Mulder inside, sending a concerned look to the scientist. "Trashed, feisty, sarcastic, but quite harmless I assure you." He replied on Mulder's condition. "Almost his normal self, plus the alcohol." "Is everything all right between you two?" She asked. "I suppose so. He probably won't even remember me coming over. He's pretty tanked." "Yes, of course. I can't thank you enough. I'd give you a hug Pendrell but he might fall over." "That's ok. I'll be going now." As Pendrell turned to leave he glimpsed the two together. They were laughing and hanging on each other like a couple of teenagers. He had always wanted to be with her, but now he saw she was so much happier with Mulder. Just before the door closed, Pendrell saw Mulder kiss her. The researcher remembered the warm touch of her lips. Quietly he left with his broken heart. Next Day Lab Pendrell entered the lab and set his day's paperwork on the table. He walked over to the evidence refrigerator for a specimen to analyze. As he sat down to begin he noticed a letter under the microscope. It was addressed to him and the words Thanks, I'm sorry were written in big letters on the front. Pendrell opened the envelope to read its contents. Pendrell, I am such an asshole. I'm sorry if you were hurt during any of this mess. I should have told her a long time ago to save us from all the grief. By the way, if it helps, here is a number to an entomologist. Her name is Bambi. I know she'd have the hots for you. She is intellectual and drop dead gorgeous. No, she's not a leftover from me, I never went out with her, because her coworkers gave me the creeps. I'm not a big bug guy. Anyhow, hope you call her, just say you're a friend of mine. She'll be over in minutes. You two would make a nice pair. Trust me on that one. Consider this a gesture of apology. Mulder Pendrell folded up the letter and stared at the phone. Should he or shouldn't he? "Ah, what the hell. Have some fun. Mulder may be right. I always liked entomology." He dialed Bambi's number. "Hello, Department of Agriculture. Entomology Lab." "Uh, Hi. Is this Bambi?" "Yes." "Hi, Um, I'm Agent Pendrell from the Forensics Lab at the FBI." "OOOh really, can I help you? I love forensics." Pendrell was a happy boy. End Part 2 of 2