Bad Dream
by Xcraft
Usual disclaimers and one added: If you find this stupid then, "I was
drugged!" ;-)
Crystal City
Skinner's apartment
Mulder was spending the night at Skinner's place. He and Skinner had eaten earlier at a local seafood restaurant. Came home, watched a little TV and now had retired for the evening. Mulder was staying in the guest room that was more and more becoming his room. He liked staying here and felt safe and at ease. The only thing he didn't like were all of Skinner's rules. And the man had a lot of them. The one that was bothering Mulder tonight was the 'No staying up late' rule. He just recently, after a couple weeks of subtle whining, got it changed to the 'No staying up late on a weeknight' rule. But, unfortunately, tonight was Wednesday and Mulder could not fall asleep. The more he tried the more awake he was. He was dying to go downstairs and watch TV. Just till he relaxed of course. Mulder sat on the edge of the bed weighing the options. Try to sleep or risk Skinner's wrath and go downstairs. What to do, what to do.
"Damn" he whispered to himself. "Shit, I'm going down and I don't care what he does." Of course this false sense of bravado would probably not hold up under Skinner's glare, but for now it was enough.
Mulder slowly opened the bedroom door and peeked out into the dark hall, his ears listening for the slightest sound in the direction of Skinner's bedroom. On tip toes he made his way down the hall and to the steps. He carefully stepped over the first step knowing it squeaked and slowly made his way down to the living room. Mulder had gotten into the habit of turning down the volume on the TV before he turned it off for the night, just in case. Still listening for any sounds upstairs, he turned on both the TV and the VCR. He put in one of his favorite tapes, sat down on the couch, and stretched his feet out on the coffee table in front of him. The only light in the room was a soft blue-ish glow coming from the TV. All too soon, Mulder's eyelids became heavy and he began drifting off. ~~~~~zzz~~~~~~~zzz
Mulder felt he was lying, face down, in a large bed. He felt a pressure at both ankles and both wrists. He looked toward his right wrist, "What the fu......." He blinked his eyes and shook his head and looked again. "Oh my God!" He stared at the being holding his wrist with a look of awe. "Hello," he whispered, "Do you understand me?" He looked at his other wrist and over his shoulders to his ankles. There was one of these 'beings' at each place holding him down. They were only about four feet tall, gray, large head and eyes and relatively skinny. Mulder tried to move but found he could not.
"Boy, you guys are pretty strong for your size" he chuckled out. He tried to move again, struggling harder this time when he heard someone talking. He stopped moving and listened, but the voice seemed to be coming from inside his head. "Who said that? Where are you?" Mulder said in a slightly panicked voice.
"Here," Mulder looked to his right, "And here," he quickly looked to his left. There were two more of them on either side.
"What do you want?" Mulder's voice was barely a whisper. "What are you doing here?"
"We were sent here to see you."
"Yes, to see you," the other one repeated.
Mulder almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. (They do use telepathy,) he thought to himself.
"Yes, we do."
"Are you here about my sister? Do you have her?"
"Your sister? No, we don't have her," said the one on the right.
"No, we do not know of her, but there are other's like us out there," came a voice from the left.
(Great!) Mulder thought to himself, (Still no answers!)
"We are NOT here to answer YOU, we are here to TELL you. You have been bringing WAY too much attention to us. We have been sent to give you a message, a warning. You are to stop this quest, this truth that you are searching for."
Mulder started struggling again, but could not break free. "I WILL NOT STOP!" he shouted. "Never! No matter what you say or what you do! I will not stop until I find Samantha!" He was frantically fighting the four beings holding him down. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get free.
"I see this will have to go another way," said the being who seemed
to be in charge. In an instant, he was standing on the bed by Mulder's right hip. Soon the other was on the bed at his left hip holding a pair of Mulder's tennis shoes.
Mulder felt his boxer's being lowered. "What are you doing!"
"We've decided to give you this warning in a way that you cannot ignore." Now each of them was holding a shoe.
"Wait!" Mulder was looking back at them. They both lifted the shoes high over their heads, "No! Stop! Wai...." Before he could finish, both shoes came slamming down on each of his butt cheeks. "OOOWWWWWW!!!" yelled Mulder. Again the shoes came down, almost harder this time. "OHHHH! Stop PLEASE!!" Mulder couldn't believe the bruising force that these small creatures possessed. He could not break free. He could not stop them. They started alternating now. 'SLAM' right. 'WHACK" left. Right, left, right, left. "OWW! Stop Please! Stop!" Mulder managed to get out. 'SLAM', 'WHACK', 'SLAM', 'WHACK'. On and on it went. Mulder couldn't believe the pain that was spreading across his ass. "Please, I beg you, STOP!" They started in unison again. If anything, this was worse. Mulder yelled over and over, "NO! STOP! NO! STOP!"
Suddenly, Mulder felt someone shaking his shoulders. "Mulder! Wake up. You're dreaming! Mulder."
Mulder opened his eyes to find himself back on the couch looking into the very concerned brown eyes of his boss. "Mulder, are you okay? You were having a nightmare." Skinner still held Mulder's shoulders tightly in his strong hands.
"Wh..What, um....yeah." he rubbed his eyes. "Wow, what a dream. There were these aliens and they were..." Mulder stopped mid-sentence. He did not want to bring up the subject of spanking now that Skinner's face was quickly going from concern to anger. "I..I can't remember any more." He was now trying desperately to look pitiful and bring some tears to his eyes. (Try to go for the sympathy angle, Mulder,( he thought to himself.
Skinner ejected the tape and read it. "Alien Autopsy?" He glared at Mulder. "Mulder, why do you watch this stuff?" Mulder just shrugged looking up through his eyelashes. "And what are you doing up at this time of night? It is a weeknight, you know." Skinner was standing over Mulder with his hands on his hips and a rather angry look on his face.
"I'm NOT a KID! I can decide if I want to sleep or if I want to watch TV! And what I watch is up to me!" Mulder regretted the outburst as soon as it left his lips, but it was too late. Skinner's mouth was a tense straight line and his face took on that red look that Mulder knew so well. The glare that he had fixed on Mulder caused him to look away. "I'm sorry," he barely mumbled out.
None too gently, Skinner grabbed Mulder by the upper arm and yanked him to his feet. He turned off the TV and dragged a resisting younger man towards the stairs. "NOT a KID, HUH! We'll see about that!"
Mulder found himself upstairs in record time. "I said I'm sorry! Please, stop. Can't we talk about this in the morning?!"
"No! We'll deal with this right now!" Skinner pulled Mulder into the guest bedroom grabbing the hairbrush off the dresser as he went by. He sat down on the bed and, in a flash, Mulder was over his knees. He quickly positioned him so that he was over his left thigh and his upper body was on the bed. Skinner used his right leg to secure Mulder in place, no kicking tonight. He grabbed a handful of Mulder's pajama bottoms and dragged them to his knees. He grabbed the brush in his right hand and brought it down hard on the waiting backside.
Mulder's hand immediately went back to cover his burning cheek. "SIR! PLEASE, not so hard! I'm sorry!" he yelped.
Skinner grabbed Mulder's wrist and held it at the small of his back. The brush came down on the other cheek just as hard. "We'll", WHACK, "deal", WHACK "with this" WHACK, "now!" WHACK
"OWWW!" Mulder tried to move but couldn't. "Stop! Ohhhh! Please, stop!"
"I'll stop when I'm done Mulder." Two 'WHACKS' to both cheeks followed.
"Ohhhh, Oww, I'm sorry!" Mulder sobbed. "Oww!"
"We'll make this short and sweet." Skinner brought the brush down a few more times. "No staying up late on a weeknight!" Skinner placed four zingers right where Mulder would feel it every time he sat down tomorrow. "Do you understand!?" Four more to the exact same spot.
"YES, I understand. I UNDERSTAND!" "Ohh, owwww!" Mulder was openly crying now, his cheeks wet with tears. He felt the brush land one more time, then felt Skinner's hand rub soothingly over his sizzling skin.
Skinner pulled up Mulder's pajama bottoms and heard him gasp as they went over the two scarlet globes. He helped him into bed and as he turned off the light he added, "No more late night wandering. Okay, Mulder?"
"No Sir."
"Goodnight, Mulder."
"Goodnight, Sir." After Skinner closed the door Mulder moved to find a more comfortable position. He rubbed his still stinging backside and thought about the dream he had. His head shot up and he quickly glanced around the room. (Just making sure,) he thought to himself, then quickly dropped off into a deep sleep.