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Rated: PG
Category: Vignette, Humour, Mindless Fluff, MSR UST.
Spoilers: None whatsoever. Choose whatever season
your
heart desires.
Archive: Gossamer, Ephemeral, ATXC. Anyone interested,
please ask.
He knew he shouldn't have entertained the idea of going
to
the office. It just wasn't a day to be going down into
the X-Files Office, but temptation won. He went through the
usual
morning routine, pulled on his favorite pair of jeans,
a Knicks shirt and his leather jacket and headed straight for
the
Hoover Building. It wasn't Mulder's usual attire for the
setting, but that didn't matter, even if it was a Monday.
There was nothing like having just about the whole building
to
himself, going through old unsolved case files just to see
if he could think of a way to approach certain events from
a
new angle. Besides, all those tabloid clippings he's been
sent these past few months had been accumulating due to the
frequency
of out of town investigations he and Scully had
conducted.
On the drive into Washington, he decided to pick up some
sunflower
seeds and a coffee. And why not a couple of those
tabloids, just in case something had developed overnight that
no one
had informed him about?
This was going to be better than sitting around trying
to
think of something to do after a run, watching videos for the
twentieth time, or shooting baskets. He'd already done
all
those things on the weekend anyway!
The best thing about this day in the office was that Scully
wouldn't
be shaking her head wondering why he was going through
all those "outrageous claims and delusional, hysterical people
mesmerized
by science fiction." He thought after all these
years and everything she had seen even under the microscope
she would
stop the remarks. Especially her "concern" that he
was obsessed with "things that could easily be explained
possibly
by science, and if not in the present, some day when
science became even more advanced." Finally, some time to
be there
and do what he had missed doing these past few months.
Sometimes, he even did this on Saturdays.
As he strode into the office in eager anticipation and
whistling
a carefree tune, he quickly changed his tune to a gasp.
"I was wondering when you'd get here." Scully was sitting
on
the front of the desk, clad in jeans and sweatshirt. "Sorry,
Mulder. You're busted."
"Yeah. Uh, I just came to get my check book. I think I
left it
in my desk Friday afternoon... "
Scully just looked him straight in the eye with that 'Don't-
give-me-that-bull****'
look. "Didn't your doctor tell you to
take advantage of any opportunity to get away from the work?"
Ooooh, a classic come-back was on his mind already. "Well,
if
you want to put it that way, let's clear the desk and... "
His partner left the desk and grabbed her jacket. "Mulder,
it's
President's Day, and there are a lot of things to do
around town, so let's get going. I didn't get up early just to
botch
this badly-needed intervention."
On no! She expected him to actually observe a government
holiday,
even if they hadn't been assigned to a case.
"What?
Scully, I am serving the American Public on my
own time today
and I believe that merits some recognition."
"Nice try, Mulder. Let's go take in the ceremonies, out-of-tune
choirs,
out of step bands and enjoy the holiday. Doctor's
orders."
"You've got me there, Agent Scully. My check book's locked
away
at home anyhow. After you, Doc."
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