Title: See Fox Run
Summary: It's not what you think it is.
Categorization: MSR, M/S Married, Humour.
Archive: Gossamer and any other nice home. Just tell me about
my flier points.
Disclaimer: Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Studios own the
heroes, the monsters and the title. I mean no copyright infringement
and gain no monetary rewards from this piece of fluff.
See Fox run. See Fox run after villain. See Fox lose gun.
Here is Dana. See Dana run. See Dana run in big girl shoes.
See Walter. See Walter sit at his desk. See Dana and Fox sit in
frontof Walter's desk. Walter has a big desk.
"Silly Fox! Silly Dana!"
"Sorry Sir." Fox is pouting.
"We tried Sir." Dana is helping Fox.
"Try harder, Fox and Dana. You have to work hard to catch
the bad guys."
"We were not careful." Fox says. "We did not obey you."
"We want another chance, Sir." Dana likes to work hard to help Fox.
"Please get the other bad guys," Walter tells them. "They will hurt
a lot of people. They have bad ideas for us."
"We need a rest time," Dana wants to go to the beach. "We have
been working very hard, and we are very tired."
Dana and Fox are both very tired. They have been chasing bad
guys who have very bad things in their minds for the world. Dana
was hurt by the bad guys. The bad guys see her cry and they do
See Fox stand up and frown. "I have seen a lot of very bad things,
Walter. The bad guys never play fair with us. They cheat and they
lie. My Dad says they always do that and so do some guys here
"You are being saucy!" See Walter's face get red. He is really
afraid because a bad guy is listening to them talking. The bad
guy works for good guys and bad guys at the same time. Dana says
he is two-faced. Walter tells them to go to their room with all
their work and he might let them have a vacation.
"I hope so," Fox says. He is rubbing his head. He got a boo-boo
after he fell and lost his gun. "I will try to read my files."
"I will do some writing," Dana says. Dana is hardly ever late
with her writing stuff for Walter and the record-keeping people.
"There are things to say that I need to write so they will
Fox and Dana leave Walter's office. They are in the elevator.
They are going to go to their room. Fox says, "I think he needs
a rest, too. He is worried about something. I think somebody
needs his nap time."
"I am worried, too," Dana says. "I think HE believes us. And I
believed you my first day here. My Mom told me not to spy so I
was not spying on you."
"Oh, I know that," Fox says. "'Cause I think you like me."
"Okay. Can I have a desk?" Dana says.
"I don't know," Fox says. "Can we ask Walter?"
"You always say that. You do. I am getting very good grades
from Walter but I am not getting a desk. Wanna have a desk!"
"Why do you want a desk? I have to clean out my desk. That is
"I want to have a neat desk with a lot of places to keep my
papers and my pens and my stuff. Like for when my panyhose run,
or I need to fix my make-up. You have a razor and after shave.
You have your sunflower seeds."
"We can share the desk."
"I wanna have a desk!" Dana is very disappointed. Dana is angry.
"Don't get sad, Dana. I like to share a desk with you. You are
my best friend and you can have some space in my desk. It will be
"It will? I feel better. Some day, I might buy you lunch." Dana
feels much better. She is smiling. "You are very nice to me. We
play well together."
Fox Mulder walked into the kitchen where he caught his wife writing
children's stories again. There was a third baby on the way, and
she thought the old familiar nursery rhymes and Grimm's Fairytales
were getting rather stale. "Can you at least change the names?" he
begged his wife. "I don't want the kids thinking Dad is a pompous
ass and Mom is a dolt."
"They won't think I'm a dolt," Scully said, as she stifled a
"Well, you are right about one thing in all this childish writing:
We do play well together."
"Yes, and we have the evidence, don't we, Daddy?"
"We sure do. And what's this other story I see over here? 'Moose
and Squirrel Teach Boris and Natasha Manners'? Boris and Natasha.
Seems to me they are copyrighted, if I'm not mistaken."
"Yes, they are, Mulder. But who's going to see them besides our
children? Can't Mom tell them some stories with her own
imagination? Besides, remember, you promised not to tell them any
stories with flukemen, zombies, little grey men or vampires."
"Well... look, please change the names in that other story."
"But they'll see that we were learning to share... " Scully
pleaded. "Isn't it nice to let children know that we once had to
learn the things they think are dumb and difficult?"
"Oh, I agree whole-heartedly with your intentions. I never did
getyou a desk, did I?"
"No, Mulder, you didn't." She stood and placed her hands on his
shoulders. "But I forgave you for that, didn't I?"
"Mmm hmm. And I love you all the more because we were working so
well and so close together. Besides, I was afraid the next thing
you'd want would be a separate office." Better kiss her before I
bury myself, Mulder realized.
"Never, Mulder. Not in a million years."
Scully ruffled his hair. "What a nice moose!"
"What a beautiful squirrel."