From as346@chebucto.ns.ca Sun Jan 19 19:29:13 1997 Up with the fourth installment of The C-Files. Sorry about the typos in #3, it was late. There will probably be many now cuz the Golden Globes are coming on in 10 min. Go GA/DD/CC!!! Disclaimer:Mulder and Scully belong to Fox (:-P), 1013 and Chris Carter. Not me. Rating:PG Humour XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The C-Files:You're Making Me High by Tara Thorne Fox Mulder sighed. It was going to be a long drive home. And he had to drop off Scully first, making the trip too many more minutes long. He sighed again and gritted his teeth as his partner babbled. It was unusual for Scully to talk any more than she had to, especially after a strenuous and physical case like the one Mulder was grateful to get away from. But circumstances were different this time. Just before their back up arrived, the man they were trying to corner had pulled a grenade out of his pocket and thrown it at them. Mulder had been able to get out of the way, but Scully had been disoriented and ultimately caught in the "explosion". It had been a laughing gas bomb, an interesting choice, Mulder surmised. Interesting had turned to annoying as Mulder wrapped things up and attempted to leave the scene. His partner had only made it a few feet in her haste to get away, and the gas stopped her dead in her tracks. She'd laid giggling like a child on the floor of the warehouse until Mulder had half- carried, half-dragged her to the car. And now he felt like a father trying to control his out-of-control daughter. He had no clue how she kept getting her seatbelt off so quickly, because she couldn't sit still and focus on anything for more than two seconds. He reached over once more and held her against the seat while with the same hand he buckled her back in, with difficulty. "Now sit there," he told her. "Yes Fox," she mocked him. He ignored that and focused on the road. He resisted the urge to scream as he heard the click that told him she was loose again. he thought. They were almost home. Scully hit all of the buttons on the window control panel until hers slid down. Unfortunately, she hadn't bothered to put the rest of them back up and things were blowing everywhere. Mulder did his best to block flying objects from escaping as he put the other windows back up. By the time he got everything in order, he discovered that only Scully's lower body remained in the car. "I'm flying!" she screamed into the wind. She lurched forward, and Mulder's right hand shot out instantly, gripping her about the ankle. He thought seriously about letting go as he fought for control of the wildly swerving car, much to Scully's delight. He could hear her laughing, and it infuriated him. Pulling hard, he yanked her unceremoniously back into the Taurus where she landed hard against the seat. "Mulder-r-r-r-..." she whined, annoyed that he had ruined her fun. He gave her a dark look, and said from between clenched teeth, "Sit there and shut the HELL up." Taken aback momentarily, she folded her arms across her chest and stared at the floor, pouting. The moment passed quickly, and she was again bouncing around, bright-eyed and aggravating. "Lemme drive," she commanded, pushing herself to her knees and reaching for the steering wheel. "No. Sit down," Mulder told her, fending her off easily. "Mulder, come on," she said. "I wanna drive." "Scully," he warned, his voice acquiring an edge. "No, see, it could be like you're the Dad and I'm the five-year-old and you're letting me steer," she suggested with a sincere grin. Five-year-old was the phrase Mulder could relate to at the moment, but he had other problems. It seemed that Scully had taken her own advice, and was quite seriously trying to climb onto Mulder's lap. He was doing well at pushing her away until she took the never-used ashtray out of its holder and belted him across the head with it. It hurt more than one would expect. It was a big ashtray. On instinct, Mulder had stupidly ket go of the steering wheel to grasp his throbbing skull. This gave Scully the perfect opportunity, and she slid onto his lap. He grunted with the pressure, after all, there wasn't *that* much room. He couldn't see now. He had tried to take his foot off the gas pedal, but Scully had dug her heels into his lower shins, trapping his foot and steering like a maniac. She was screaming delightedly as they raced down the highway. Mulder could still hear her laughing down in the ditch as he called for the nearest tow truck. ---END--- That's it. My personal favorite. Comments:as346@chebucto.ns.ca Check out the new 'n' pathetic hp:www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Set/2978 And the Golden Globe goes to... I'll find out soon, but Gillian is presenting right now and she has a really ugly dress on!! Blech!