From: FX0Mulder Date sent: Tue, 3 Mar 1998 11:39:22 EST Subject: My Story "Catching a Lift" Hello..does anybody actually read this part? Or do you just skip down to the story like I do? Anyhow, this is actually the third story I've written. My second I'm still working on..actually, I've hit a wall and I don't know how to continue it. So this is a little fluff piece. I hope you like it. It's just for fun, okay? This story is dedicated to DKScully0((I miss you)), XMulder0, Nornose, and Maxx Zeo...I love you all.... ************************************************** Summary--Just a little fluff piece. For fun. If you don't like Alanis Morissette, don't read this story. No romance. No Spoilers. No Action. No car chases. No aliens. No MIB's. No parking in the white zones. And No on Proposition 15... ************************************************** Disclaimer: Legally Mulder and Scully don't belong to me.. but they sure feel like they do..... they belong to Chris Carter... he keeps them under his bed...... So, like, no infringments intended...you know the drill... Also, the song "Hand in my Pocket" belongs to Alanis Morissette... *************************************************** Catching a Lift by SLoessel Proofread and Edited by DKScully0 Dana Scully walked through the door of the crowded conference center that her partner Fox Mulder held open for her. They had been to what had to be the most boring FBI lecture they had ever attended. And it seemed to have lasted all day. Scully had barely managed to stay awake. It was a good thing she did, though. Otherwise Mulder certainly would have fallen asleep. She had to nudge him several times to keep him awake. Scully knew she should have been paying more attention, but even she had caught her mind wandering. Thank god it was over. The two agents made their escape past numerous other agents and walked through the courtyard of the conference center. Looking up, Scully realized the sun was still shining, that it was still early in the day. She glanced at her watch. Only a little after three. "Well," Scully sighed, looking tiredly at Mulder, "that was certainly..." "Really, really boring," Mulder finished for her. "What do you want to do now?" Scully asked. She hoped Mulder might consider taking the rest of the day off, although she didn't really expect it. Mulder shrugged and looked at the sky. "It's still early. Maybe we can go back to the office and catch up on a few things." Scully sighed deeply. She should have known better than to think Mulder might want to take off early. "Sure, Mulder. It sounds like even more fun." He glanced at her, giving her a lopsided grin. "So where'd you park?" She put her hand on his arm and they both stopped to look at each other. "What do you mean where did *I* park? Mulder, I came here directly from the Academy. You know I had a class earlier this morning." Mulder looked puzzled and stammered, "Well, I assumed you had your car. I took the Metro." This was getting to be a really trying day, Scully thought. "Oh great, Mulder. So now we have to trudge back to the office on Public Transportation?" "Easy Scully," Mulder said. He looked around at the other agents that were leaving. "There must be sombody here that can give us a lift back." "Come on, Mulder. I doubt we know anybody here, " Scully exclaimed. She scanned the crowd of agents who were rushing past them. Suddenly Mulder touched her shoulder and was pointing into the crowd. "There! Him! Don't we know him?" Scully's gaze followed the path of Mulder's finger to a slightly familiar face in the crowd. "Um, I think so," Scully said. She stared at the young agent, trying to remember. "Agent.. hm..Morters...Morgan..." she mused aloud, then snapped her fingers. "Morrison! That's it. Agent Morrison." Mulder took her arm and pulled her into a walk towards Agent Morrison. "Agent Morrison it is." As they got closer, Scully observed the younger agent. Younger indeed, he looked like he was twenty-five, twenty-six, tops. He had very light brown hair which was almost a bit on the longish side for the FBI. He wasn't very tall, maybe a few inches over her. Standing before the young agent, Mulder spoke first. "Excuse me... Agent Morrison?" Agent Morrison turned to look at Mulder and Scully. He had just pulled his keys from his pocket, and was separating one from the others. He blinked at Mulder, obviously not sure who Mulder was. "Uh, yes?" he asked. Mulder offered his hand to the younger agent and smiled. "I'm Agent Mulder, and this is Agent Scully." Mulder motioned his head to indicate Scully standing next to him. The younger agent's eyes went wide as he shook Mulder's hand. "Oh yeah, Spook-- I mean, Agent Mulder. I've heard a lot about you." Mulder grimaced slightly at the near slip up, and glanced at Scully. Her expression remained neutral, but she found it hard to hide a small grin. "Well, nothing but the good stuff I hope," Mulder replied. "Listen, Agent Scully and I seem to be stuck without a car here. We were just wondering if we could catch a lift?" Agent Morrison glanced at his car and then back to Mulder. "Uh, sure. No problem." He pointed to the car with his keys and began to walk around to the driver's side. "Hop in, its opened." Mulder gave Scully an "I told you so" look and bent down to open the front passenger side door. Without really thinking about it, Scully shook her head and stepped into the car. Mulder stood for a moment, looking like he was about to say something, then closed the door. Scully suddenly realized that he hadn't intended for her to get in the front seat. This of course meant that he would be riding in the back seat. She could understand that he might not enjoy that, with his long legs. She shrugged off the feeling that there was more to it. What other reason would there be for not wanting her to sit up front with Agent Morrison? Certainly not...no. That would be just silly, she thought. She buckled her seat belt, and watched as Mulder climbed into the back with a grunt. I'm not going to make the trouble of switching seats now, she thought. He'll live. She then glanced over as Agent Morrison slid into the driver's seat and buckled up. He looked at Scully, giving her a slight hello nod, and with a smile, she returned it. Morrison started the car, and was soon driving down the semi-crowded streets of DC. After a few seconds of silence, Agent Morrison looked into his rearview mirror at Mulder, who was looking out the window. "So, uh, Agent Mulder... you work on those unexplained cases right? What are they called?" Mulder drew a deep breath and spoke with a slight sound of annoyance in his voice. "The X-Files." "Yeah, I've heard about them," the younger agent spoke eagerly. "What are they like, I mean, what have you seen?" Mulder shifted in his seat. "I really can't comment on the nature of the cases." Morrison looked back towards the road. "Oh, okay." In the seat next to him, Scully looked back and glanced at Mulder. She could understand his reluctance to talk, but he could have been a little nicer about it. The kid was doing them a favor. She turned back to the younger agent who glanced over at her. "Um....how about some music?" he asked, reaching for the radio. Scully smiled slightly. "Sure, why not?" She said. For some reason, she couldn't remember ever having the radio on in the same car as Mulder. No matter how long the drive. Morrison turned the radio on, and began to adjust the dial. Hanson came out of the speakers for a brief instant. "NO!" The young agent exclaimed, and retuned the radio. Hanson was replaced by the Spicegirls. "ACK!" Scully grinned slightly at this display and glanced back at Mulder, who rolled his eyes. Agent Morrison fiddled with the dial again, and this time they heard the rhythmic opening of "Hand in my Pocket" by Alanis Morissette. "That'll work," Morrison mumbled as he put his hand back on the steering wheel. Scully glanced back at Mulder again. She always liked this song, but she knew Mulder hated it. He would probably request Morrison to shut it off. She saw him lean forward and she glared slightly at him and shook her head minisculely. DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, MULDER, she thought. She watched in satisfaction as Mulder looked at her and sat back. She looked back at the younger agent as the lyrics began... I'm broke but I'm happy I'm poor but I'm kind I'm short but I'm heathy, Yeah! Scully heard the last word echo slightly from Agent Morrison's lips and realized he was quietly singing along. Smiling, she looked out her window. I'm high but I'm grounded... I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed I'm lost but I'm hopeful Baby... Agent Morrison was singing just a little louder when Scully heard Mulder clear his throat, loudly making his annoyance clear. Agent Morrison glanced in the rearview. "Sorry," he said sheepishly and continued driving in silence. Scully glanced angrily back at Mulder. What the hell was his problem? This kid was doing them a favor. Agent Morrison reached for the radio dial to turn it off, but Scully touched his hand to stop him. And what it all comes down to Is that everythings gonna be fine...fine..fine.. 'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket.... And the other one's giving a high five... Scully slowly moved her hand away from Agent Morrison's, and giving him a slight nod, she started singing along softly with the radio. The younger agent glanced at her before returning his attention to the road, and also began to sing again. I feel drunk but I'm sober I'm young and I'm underpaid I'm tired but I'm working, yeah! I care but I'm restless I'm here but I'm really gone I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby And what it all comes down to Is that everything is just fine...fine...fine 'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket And the other is flicking a cigarette At the chorus Scully was getting a little louder. During the harmonica solo,she glanced back at Mulder, who was watching them both like they had gone crazy. Come on Mulder, she thought. Singing with the radio? Everybody does it. She looked ahead at the road, and continued. And what it all comes down to Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet 'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket And the others giving a peace sign I'm free but I'm focused I'm green but I'm wise I'm hard but I'm friendly, baby I'm sad but I'm laughing I'm brave but I'm chicken shit I'm sick but I'm pretty, baby They both started out singing softly, but as the song continued their volumes increased until now they were both singing full voiced. Every now and then Agent Morrison glanced over at Scully. She smiled back, and then looked at Mulder in the back seat. He was still looking at them like they had both gone crazy. What it all boils down to Is that nobody really has it fiqured out just yet But I've got one hand in my pocket And the other hand is playing a piano The car neared the Hoover building, and both Scully and Morrison sang loudly as the song was reaching its conclusion. What it all comes down to Is everything's gonna be fine..fine...fine 'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket And the other is hailing a taxi cab The song started to fade as they pulled past the building. "This will be just fine," Mulder said slightly, and Agent Morrison pulled the car over to the curb. "Thanks, Morrison," Mulder said, quickly stepping out. Scully watched him and then looked back to Agent Morrison. She touched his arm slightly. "Thanks," she said softly, and exited the car. "See you around?" The younger agent asked, glancing at Scully sideways. She paused for a moment and smiled to him. Then she closed the door and watched the car pull away. Turning back towards the building, she walked somewhat warily to the doors, where Mulder was waiting for her. She knew it was coming "So, Scully, wanna go do some Karaoke tonight?" Scully glanced at him, shook her head, and continued towards the building. "Shut up, Mulder." THE END I know it was a silly story, but now that it's out of my head, maybe I can lead a normal life.