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Rated: G.
Category: Vignette, Humor, MSR UST.
Spoilers: None
Feedback: patfiler2016@outlook.com
Archive: Yes, but please ask me first, so I can read your
creations!
Author's Note: Written For Erin's Summer Fic Challenge,
June, 2006. Elements: barbeque, picnic, "Mulder, it's me.",
baby.
Special thanks to Erin for challenging me to write at a time
when I was feeling I could not.
The June sun glistened in Scully's hair as she walked through
the parking lot of the mall with her purchases. Events of the
past few months necessitated the replacement of three work
suits, one bra. (For reasons only she and her FBI partner knew,
and it was one of the messiest 'freaks of nature' cases they
had ever taken on, please and thank you.)
As she unlocked the car her cell phone chirped. She thought
she'd turned it off, if just for the sheer pleasure of two hours'
uninterrupted shopping on a steaming hot Saturday afternoon.
"Mulder, if that's you... " Aw, why not indulge him if he's calling.
His social life is... just like hers. Rather narrow. "Scully," she
answered reluctantly.
"Hey Scully, not that I haven't had experience with these things,
but have you ever had an embarrassing barbeque incident?"
"Well, no," she admitted, as she placed her packages on the
back seat of the car. "Then again, I haven't had much experience
with that sort of thing. Why? What have you done to yourself this
time?" A smile crossed her face, then disappeared as she realized
there was a little laugh given away over the phone.
"Scully, shame on you. Umm... I'm just standing here contemplating
my burnt offering and trying to think up a suitable farewell for it."
"Mulder, it's me. Dana Scully? Your personal physician as well as
partner? What did you do to yourself?"
"Well, I'm standing outside of the Gunmens' place, and they were
nice enough to let me use their barbeque while they were out of
town... "
"And?"
"Do you know how I can tell if it's totally beyond redemption or if
there is a way to save it?"
She thought about it for a minute, as she pulled out onto the
parkway.
"Scully? C'mon, before anyone sees me with oven mitts... "
"You didn't by any chance get sunstroke did you? C'mon, like I
said, it's me, Mulder. What happened to you?"
"Actually, I was wondering if you could help me out here seeing
as I spent so much on the beer and the chicken, not to mention
I have five other beers waiting to be consumed and I was about
to invite you over if my experiment went well, and now that I get
the feeling THAT'S now out of the question, why don't I just hang
up and call it a day. You think a little break from your monotonous
routine is too good for you, so I'm off to redo dinner the right way
without your help, thank you, and have a nice day. I can have a
SOLO picnic in the parking lot."
Click.
"Mulder?" Perhaps she hadn't been very nice joking about his
penchant for self-injury and work-related incurred injuries. She
pulled to the side of the road and speed-dialed his cell. "Mulder,
it's me. I'm sorry. I'd love some beer chicken, now that summer's
almost here. I'm headed right out there. Don't throw the baby out
with the bath water. I wouldn't mind a 'picnic in a parking lot'
actually."
Mulder smiled, and it showed in his voice. "I didn't. The naked,
raw chicken is right here in my hands and ready for... "
"I hear you. I said I'd be right over. And Mulder?"
"Ye-e-e-s?"
"Stuff it."
"Wha- - -...?"
"I'll help you make beer stuffing. I'll even show you where to put the
can." Beep. 'What's the harm in a little beer chicken on a nice, early
summer's day?' she wondered.
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