************************************************************************** Trustyone's e-mail address has changed to: trustyonefanfic@hotmail.co.uk ************************************************************************** From: Caroline Webb Date: Sat, 25 Apr 1998 13:43:41 +0100 Subject: Another One Of Those Days TITLE: Another One of Those Days AUTHOR: Trustyone RATING: PG CLASSIFICATION: SH SPOILERS: None KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully friendship SUMMARY: Both Mulder and Scully have bad mornings and take out their frustration on each other!!! DISCLAIMER: Mulder, Scully, yadda, yadda, yadda, not mine, yadda, yadda, yadda. Belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, Fox Broadcasting, yadda, yadda, yadda. There. No complaing Fox lawyers!!!!!! Author's notes: Welcome to the realm of Trustyone. This story was kinda put together bit by bit. I wrote one line and then another. This lead to a paragraph. I did a few more of these paragraphs which lead to a story. There you go. Isn't that nice. Well enough sarcasm. Just a few things to explain. The reference to Mulder's hair is from season four, when his hair was just longer than normal. I thought it was so annoying the way two strands were constantly in his eyes. Another thing is, I wrote this cos I was extremely bored. OK? There you go. Enjoy!!! P.S. All comments to Trustyone@thewebbs.demon.co.uk No flames for any typos!!! --------------------------------------------------------------------X Another One Of Those Days By Trustyone --------------------------------------------------------------------X ----------X J. Edgar Hoover Building Washington DC 9:25am Agent Fox Mulder set down his breifcase in his small, cramped basement office. He dug around, through the piles and stacks of science journals, files, folders, faxes, books with titles ranging from A to Z. He finally found his chair and waded it through to the small, plastic and silicon junk of a computer, and flicked it on. It started up on the fifth attempt. Like the computer, Mulder had had a very bad few hours so far. If anyone was to get on his bad side today, he was going to blow his fuse. And the events of today had made it nearly burn out completely. First of all, he had woken up in the office after three this morning. He had staggered to his car, in his wake leaving behind a large mess as he had stumbled into everyting that could possibly cause major mess (as he now realised after re-entering the office). Then, at the apartment, there had been a powercut and the type-up of his notes and expense report on the latest case had been lost on his computer, so he had been up till 6am re-typing everything. Then, after getting ready for work, he had spilled coffee down his suit and tie, so he had to find another, not too dirty, yet already worn suit and change, making him late. Then, he couldn't find the car keys straight away, delaying him futher. Then, his car had run out of fuel, so he had to run eight (long) blocks to work. Now, he was going to be facing a very long day, he could just 'sense' it he thought with a wry smile. As the computer whirred to life, Mulder noted the time, wondering where Scully was. And he wondered how long it would be until she gave him a lecture about not sleeping or eating properly, having a tidy work area, and being organised in advance. She was just too organised for him, it was frightening. He got into the e mail program and clicked on 'Recieve mail'. A few seconds later, four mails had come up on the inbox screen. One was from Frohicke, begging for Scully's e-mail address he thought, a smile on his face. _____________________________________________________________________ To: Fox Mulder From: LGM3 Date: 23 February 1998 0:52 Subject: Redheads and all that! Hey there, my good friend, What's Dana 'Hot-Stuff' Scully's e-mail address?!?!?!?!?!? You said you would give it to me!!!!!!! Do you think the flowers, or the chocolates, or the marriage proposals, were too over the top? Is something going on between you two? Am I being paranoid? Anyway, gotta go hack into some pentagon databases. Catcha later. Frohicke. P.S. Still OK for Friday? Feel free to bring Scully!!! P.P.S. Delete this after you've read it. _____________________________________________________________________ Knowing Scully as well as he did, if Frohicke *did* in fact get her address, she would *change* her e-mail address (for the hundredth time), move house, move *state* for the matter, change her identity, and quit the FBI. All in the space of an hour. She was such a proficient worker! Another was from a field office in Ohio, another from Scully, and one from Skinner. he thought. It read: _____________________________________________________________________ To: Fox Mulder From: AD Skinner Date: 23 Feburary 1998 9:15 Subject: No subject Agent Mulder, Get your ass here at 10am TODAY! Or I'll have your department shutdown! That IS NOT a threat!!! AD Walter Skinner. P.S. Why the Hell isn't your phone working? _____________________________________________________________________ he thought He picked up the reciever on the phone, which was as equally as old as the crap computer. No dial tone. he thought, resting the reciever back in its cradle. He read the other mails: _____________________________________________________________________ To: Fox Mulder From: Dana Scully Date: 24 Febrary 1998 21:03 Subject: Where are you? Mulder, Why are you still at work? It's after 11! I went round your place to drop off that file. I went in a left it, hope you don't mind. By the way, you really have to feed the fish you know! They aren't like plants. They DON'T make their own food!! Also, YOU have to do the expense report. Anyway, about tomorrow, I'll be late. I have to go to Mom's. See you when I get in to work. Oh yeah, Skinner wants to meet us tomorrow morning. Scully. P.S. DON'T forget the expense report. P.P.S. Please tell Frohike that if he doesn't stop with the flowers, I will personally shove them down his throat to see if he likes hay-fever!!! P.P.P.S. Why isn't the phone working? _____________________________________________________________________ he thought. He quickly read the other mail. Nothing really important. He switched of the computer and pulled the file he had been given by Scully from his breifcase (after he had found it underneath the mess which the office was in). Suddenly, Scully came through the door. She took one look at the mess and then gave Mulder 'The Look'. "Don't start" he said, not looking at her to know she was giving him her infamous 'Look-of-Ice'. "Well, at least you know what I *would* be saying" she retorted. She slowly made her way through the sea of paper, making sure not to step on anything valuable she thought. She finally found a clear spot and dropped her coat and briefcase down. Unknown to Mulder, Scully had been having an equally bad day, but she just didn't want to think about it. *************** Scully's apartment 8:17am Scully woke up. Which was strange, strange because her alarm hadn't gone off. She looked at the clock. she thought. She had to be at her mom's for quarter to nine! And she about half an hour to get ready!!! She got up, had a quick shower (which was cold) and changed into her plum coloured suit. She went into the kitchen to make herself some coffee, but the kettle decided to leak everywhere, and the plug decided to blow it's fuse. Then, she made some toast with marmalade. But, as she picked up the plate, the toast fell off and landed on her jacket she thought angrily. Scully went back in to the bedroom and looked for another suit. She ended up wearing her cream skirt suit. Then, as she was about to leave, she snagged her pantyhose on something. The snag ran into a very noticeable ladder and by this time she was extremely pissed off. After arriving at her mother's, to find her mother wasn't in, Scully decided to go back to her apartment. When reaching her apartment, she looked for another suit. She just didn't have any other pantyhose to wear with a skirt and it was the middle of February. She finally found her navy pants suit, with a rip in the jacket. she screamed, mentally. She changed again, deciding that only wearing the trousers of her suit wouldn't be all that bad, then left for work. While on the way to work, she ran over something sharp and now she had a slow puncture in one of the front tyres. She was going to have to get the tyre changed after work. When she arrived at the Hoover building, she realised she had left her cell phone and purse at her apartment. This was just the tip of the ice-burg, because when she finally reached the office, she was faced with mess, a moody Mulder, and no caffine! And was she was going to be stuck here till at least 5pm!!! She had a bad feeling it was going to be a long day. *************** "Mulder, where's the coffee pot?" she asked, rifing through the mess. She sounded slightly panicky her mind chanted. "I don't know" he mumbled, grabbing bits of paper and shoving them behind the filing cabinets, in his pathetic attempt to 'tidy- up'. "You are so helpful" she said dryly. "Jesus, Scully, quit with the attitude already!" he snapped. "ME!? What about you?!" she shouted back, dropping the folders, which she had just picked up, back onto the floor to show her outrage. Her patience had just run out. "What about me?" he asked, standing up so he towered down on her. His patience had just blown up. "That's not fair!" she moaned. "What. Can't take a little height, or should I say lack of height, inferiority?" he mused dryly, sarcastically, grinning down at her. She glared back up at him. She sighed in frustration, looked around her and found what she was looking for. The desk top. She shoved all the paper and rubbish she added, annoyed, onto the floor. She stood on the desk top and peered down on Mulder, grinning at him. "Two can play at this game" he challenged. He clambered up on the desk top and stared back down at his partner again, making her even more furious. "Well, at least my nose isn't a huge, lumpy....thing!" she snapped. "At least mine isn't a pointy, sharp, knife-edged...thing!" he returned. "Why you son-of-a-bitch!" she snapped. She punched him in the stomach. "Ouch Scully!" he said sarcastically. He pulled her hair. "HEY!! Not fair!!!!" she screamed. "Why Scully, I never thought you would scream a *girly* scream" he said to her. She kicked him in the shin, making *him* scream. "Why Mulder, I never thought *you* would scream a girly scream" she returned, smiling as she watched him wince with the pain of his leg. "That was low" he said quietly. "That isn't another 'height' joke is it?" she warned him. He shook his quickly. He finally stood up straight, then pulled her hair again. "QUIT IT!" she screamed. "No" he simply said, "And by the way, your hair is just *too* red. Are you *sure* its naturally coloured?" he asked seriously, yet in his smart-ass tone. Scully smacked his arm, hard. He winced with pain. "Sure as anyone could be. Does your hair ever get a cut?" she relied. "Hey!" he returned. "Well, with big, bug eyes like yours, I'm not really that suprised that you noticed my hair needed cutting!" "HEY!" she echoed. "What?" he asked, mockingly innocent tones in his voice. "Well...at least my mouth isn't UNEVEN!!!!" "What does that mean?" he asked quietly. "That both my upper AND lower lip are equally proportioned!!" she screamed at him. "Well, at least I smile sometimes" he said, calmly. "What do you mean, 'sometimes'!? When do *you* EVER smile?" she asked. "Well at least, I don't have one eyebrow constantly higher than the other on my forehead!" "Well, at least I don't get my ass kicked EVERY time I get into a fight with a villian" "That's not my fault" he defended himself. "Yeah, right. And it's not your fault that you watch all those porno movies because you don't have a social life!!!" "Hey, that is a *need*!" he retaliated. "My point exactly..." she trailed off, cooling for a moment to think of anything else to say, "Well, at least I don't drool over any local law enforcement that has to help us on out-of-town cases" "Name one" he challenged. "Oh, well, there's Dr. *Bambi*, Detective White, Pheobe Greene...." "Yeah, yeah" he agreed reluctantly, "Well, at least I have TASTE! You were all over that buck-toothed geek of a police officer when we were up against that law suit for that kid's death!" "WE?!? That was you!!!! I only got involved because I was there and I'm your God-damned partner! I'm suprised you hadn't done that earlier in all the years we've worked together, which, by the way, have been too strange for my sanity!" she screamed back. "You don't suffer from insanity!" he shouted back. "No. But you *enjoy* every second of it. And I have to live with it. You know, I don't have a life. You don't have a life. My 'life' is my mom, work, and you. Your 'life' is your mom, work, and little green men!" "Grey" "What?!" she wasn't in the mood for his little one-liners. "Grey. You said *green* men. Hasn't working with me for five years taught you anything?" "Yes" she said strongly. "What then?" "That you are a paranoid, alien-obsessed, sun-flower seed-eating, messy man" "Your point being?" he asked sarcastically, knowing it would really peeve her off. "I haven't finished yet!" she scolded him. "There's more?" he asked slowly, dreading the answer. "Yes. To trust no one. If you do, you sister ends up being shot. You are given cancer. You go missing for three months. You get an implant in your neck. You meet various freaks, mutants, annoying female agents, and God knows what from the black lagoon. You get your head blown off by Skinner every week because we break more things than any other department in the entire bureau. You get given 'nick-names' like Spooky, Mrs. Spooky, or the Ice Queen to name but a few. And.." "There's an 'and'?" he asked sarcastiaclly. "AND, I have to put up with you" she shouted at him. "Well I have to put up with you, and your sceptic theories, medical babble, tidiness, constant 'Doctor knows best' attitudes, healthy-eating crap, constant 'Mulder it's me' answers to my cell phone, and..." "There's an 'and'?" she asked him, repeating his sarcastic words. "And, you going on at me about me ditching you" "Well, at least you actually remember that!" "What!? I don't ditch you!" "You do!!!" she screamed. "I do NOT!!!" he screamed back. "Do too!" "DO NOT!!" "*DO TOO*!!!" "I DO NOT!!" An "Ahem" interupted the argument. "Sir" they both said, looking sheepishly at the floor (well the desk top). Skinner was trying to conceal the amusement of his two best agents standing facing each other on a desk, screaming anything and everything they could think of. His exterior remained stern and calm, but inside, he was falling about laughing. he thought, satisfied. "Can you tell me what is going on?" the AD asked, angrily. "Umm...we were..." Mulder started. "Discussing...." Scully continued. "...Theories" Mulder finally answered lamely. The AD nodded in politeness. "Umm...Sir? How long...were you...standing there?" Scully managed, her professional tone still in tact. "Umm...not long" he informed her. "Right" Mulder muttered. "Agent Scully, Mulder...get down" he finally ordered. He was battling hard not to fall about in fits of hysteria at the sight of the two embarassed agents, staring at anything but each other and him, amidst a big ocean of paper bits and pieces. "Yes sir" they said in unison, clammbering down off the furniture. "Be in my office in fifteen minutes...and tidy *this* office up!" he ordered. "Yes sir" they both said quietly, again. "And Mulder...maybe you shouldn't have lost the coffee pot. Women can be extremely grouchy if they don't get their caffine intake" he added dryly. Mulder went red with embarassment, nodded in acknowledgement. "I'll remember that in future" he said. He looked at Scully who had gone the same shade of colour as her hair. They both, then, realised that Skinner had heard practically the entire conversation. they both silently thought to themselves. Skinner walked out of the office, walked a few feet away, the fell about laughing. Mulder and Scully reluctantly began picking up the papers. They were both acting like a couple of teenagers who had been threatened with a year's worth of grounding if they didn't tidy up their rooms. "We need a garbage disposal unit, a large one" Mulder said. "We need a miracle" Scully said. She stood to survey the mess, and sighed at the mammouth task ahead. "Mulder? What happened in here?" she asked, baffled. "Umm...I kinda, sorta...fell into everyting" he said pathetically. "Ok...then. Maybe some things are better left *un*explained" she finally muttered, wondering at the amount of sanity this partner of hers actually had. "Can you hear that?" Mulder asked, changing the subject. "What?" "I don't know...laughter" he suggested. "No...no. You are just being paranoid" she said she concluded. They resumed tidying up. -----X An office Hoover building Several men were rolling around on the floor, laughing and giggling. Apart from one, who was choking. After a while, one of the men finally got his act together and sat back down, watching the small screen, watching the two agents go about their 'work'. "They'll be the death of us one of these days" he simply said, shaking his head in disapprovement, then reached for another Morley. --------------------------------------------------------------------X T H E E N D --------------------------------------------------------------------X What did ya think? All comments to Trustyone@thewebbs.demon.co.uk -----------------------------------X Mulder: "The Truth is in there" - Paper Clip Mulder: "The Truth is out there" - Springfield Files (does that count? I couldn't remember an actual episode!) Mulder: "The Truth is in there" - Demons