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Fan Fiction Nostalgia
Thinking about way back when...
I was thinking the other day about how fast time flies and much responsibility I have now that I'm 28. I was thinking back to a time when I had little responsibiliity but thought I had too much; hated high school, but found something to get me through it. That was the X-Files. I thought it was the best show ever. I'm older now and don't spend much time getting too involved in addictions like I used to. I thought I would try to write some X-Files fan fiction as a way to reduce some stress. I will start out with some short stories and if I have any followers who are reading this stuff, I will post longer stories.
And please leave feedback if you read something because I'd like this to be a learning experience too!
Stay tuned! I'll have my first story up shortly!
It has been a while since I wrote fan fiction, so to start off I thought I would start with something a little quirky and simple. This is not the true Mulder & Scully. This is how Mulder & Scully would never act...well, Scully anyway.I decided to go through the alphabet and write quickies involving the clan. Enjoy!
A is for Air Freshener
On this day, Scully used her key to enter Mulder's apartment because when she knocked, she received no answer. She didn’t think that he was home even though he was always home at this time on a Sunday afternoon. When she walked into the apartment, she wished she had given up on knocking and had gone home.
Mulder was dancing around his living room, dancing on the coffee table and on the couch, singing to “Judy in theSky,” and spraying something from a cylindrical container.
"Mulder," Scully called out from the doorway, with which she again received no answer. "MULDER!" she said louder.
Mulder still didn't hear her. Or was pretending not to. The music was too loud. She walked past him to the radio and turned it off.
Mulder stopped suddenly and almost fell off the couch, "Sculleee! Why did you turn the music off?"
Scully stood there with her arms crossed, "Mulder, what the hell are you doing?" she asked matter of fact, feeling more like her mother with every day she spent with Mulder, a man older than herself.
He grinned down at her and jumped over the coffee table, "doesn't it smell great?" he asked and sprayed the can’s substance in her face.
Scully gagged and flapped her hand in front of her to blow the spray away, "Mulder," she said sternly.
Mulder started jumping up and down and singing, "I have spray and you don't! Nanananana!" He sang this over and over.
"Mulder, give me that!" Scully lunged for him, but he was quick, and she went sprawling on the floor.
"Haha! You fell!" Mulder cried, then stood over her and picked her up by her arms. She turned around to grab him, but he was too fast. He jumped back over the coffee table, spraying Berry Berry Delight all over the place.
"Mulder, give me the can!" she yelled and lunged for him again. She got hold of the can but he wouldn't let go and he fell back on the couch.
"Scully, are you feeling a little frisky?" he asked as she landed on top of him.
She got hold of the can and tried to climb off of him, ignoring his sexual remarks.
"Sculleeeee! That's mine, give it back!" He grabbed for her, knocking her to the floor again.
"Get off of me, Mulder!" she yelled and tried to squirm out from beneath him.
Instead of listening to her pleas of freedom, he pinned her arms down at her sides, grinned wickedly, and grabbed the can out of her hand. He held it up in front of him, then pulled it close and kissed it, "my baby. Did she hurt you, hmmm baby?" he cuddled the can like it was a human baby.
It was embarrassing.
After a moment, he remembered Scully and how he had her pinned to the floor; much like an older teenage brother might do to his younger sister, not like two consenting adults - not to mention a pair of FBI agents – who were mature individuals. "You might have hurt her, Scully!"
"Get off of me, Mulder!" she yelled again, then pushed him off with a satisfying ompf!
Mulder got up and started singing, "I got you babe!" at the top of his lungs.
At that moment, just as Mulder was at his loudest, Skinner barged into the apartment: "what's going on, agents-" he stopped, shocked by the display before him.
Neither Mulder nor Scully noticed their Assistant Director’s presence and Skinner quickly left before they had a chance. He was going to have a serious talk with the pair when they came to work tomorrow, he thought, shaking his head as he walked down the hall.
As the elevator closed, Skinner could still Mulder singing, “I got you babe! Babe! Babe! Babe!”
Their talk tomorrow was going to be more embarrassing for him than it would be for those two, he realized sadly. He would have started pulling his hair out by the roots...if he’d had any.