From: Heather Smith Date: Tue, 11 Aug 1998 15:46:29 -0700 (PDT) Title: Agent Scully With Issues Author:Heather Rile e-mail me at:slightlymadgrl@yahoo.com Spoilers:VERY minor for War of the Cophages and Bad Blood Rating:PG-13 (one bad word used) Type: humor, Scullyangst Disclaimer: I'm only playing with them for a while and fully intend to give them back to CC and 1013, and if they sue me all they'll get is a few Shakespeare books and some pocket lint, that's all I own. Summary: Scully talking to herself and getting rather frustrated...hard to explain beyond that Author's note: I've never done this before, would love feedback good or bad (as long as it's constructive criticism) She sighed as she ejected the movie from the VCR and sat back down on the couch. "Good Will Hunting. I just paid $3.99 to watch a movie involving a woman in love with a genius with a detachment dissorder." Scully thought to herself. Then the more emotional side of her added; ("Yeah, there must be a screen-writer in the consortium!) "Shut up, Dana!" Scully snapped. Is is wrong that I have healthy business associations?" ("Business? Oh--hahahaha....") Scully tried to shut that portion of her brain down, but Dana fought back; ("No, hold on, I'm not finished....hahahahahaHA HAHA! Scully you are a riot!") She then decided it was time to think about something else, before she spiraled into the mental Tilt-a-whirl commonly associated with certain topics. ("Muldermuldermulder", Damnit Dana!) Scully smirked. "I've been interested in other men. ("Sure you have.") There was that Sheriff. Up until he turned out to be a vampire I was seriously interested." ("Why? He was so dumb!") "He wasn't so bad!" Scully countered, but then sighed with defeat. "Fine. You're right. He was nice, but he couldn't think his way out of a paper bag with a map, a compass, and a bold-lettered sign reading 'THIS WAY TO EXIT BAG.' " She smiled a bit. "That's actually one of the things I respect about Mulder. He's a very keen observer." ("Well, who wouldn't be with those slightly horn-rimmed glasses we think he looks so cute in?") "Mmmm. Horn-rimmed glasses...AGH, emergency detour!! We wouldn't really describe Mulder as "cute" would we?" ("No I guess not") "Good." Scully felt relieved. ("Sexy, attractive, amazing, alluring, the incredible edible partner...") She laughed out loud at that thought. "God, Dana, where do we get that stuff!?" Okay, so Mulder wasn't the Quasimoto of FBI Agents, but "cute" just didn't describe him. She had never gone for "cute." Even when she was in High School. "Cute" guys always looked like they'd been air-brushed to her, and she didn't want to date anyone who was more of a woman than she was. Which seemed ironic because one of her biggest problems with dating was that most guys didn't want to compete with a woman that they thought was more of a man than they were. Her intelligence and independence made them feel threatened. Except Mulder. He was far from the average insecure male. He had always respected and admired her intellect. She scoffed. "Great, he sees me as an IQ with Nylons, damn I'm proud!" Her eyes narrowed somewhat. " Yeah, I'm PROUD to do the work I do. Risking my badge and my ass for our work while he's literally got his head in the clouds coming down now and then to flirt, or maybe to leave me with all the paperwork while he runs off to Russia or wherever, never mind telling me about it. I am going to be doing paper work until I DIE, while he goes after big-breasted-babes named Bambi!!!" Scully's eyes were now little more than tiny slits in her face. "Fuck him!" Far back in her mind Dana chanted ("Tilt-a-whirl-Tilt-a-whirl") She mentally kicked herself. There was only one way to solve this problem. "That's it!" She shouted. "I need Rocky Road, we're going to Baskin Robbins!" The End (for what it was worth) _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com