From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: 3 Oct 2003 01:59:33 -0000 Subject: A Day in the Life, Pt 5 (The Suit) by Girlie_girl74 Source: direct Reply To: girlie_girl74@yahoo.com Title: A Day in the Life: Part 5 (The Suit) Author: Girlie_girl7 Email: Girlie-girl74@yahoo.com Date: 10-03-03 Category: Family fic Rating: PG Spoilers: Existence then AU Disclaimer: Fox owns 'em Archive: Anywhere Summary: Mulder has a little trouble with his Armani jacket. ~ The Suit ~ Fox Mulder has just hit the backdoor, his Armani jacket is thrown over his shoulder, his white dress-shirt sleeves are loosely rolled up to the elbows, and his sunglasses are resting on his nose. "Ohhh," he groans, as he hits the cool, air-conditioned house. Scully is fixing lunch in the kitchen, she looks up and smiles, "Rough day?" "The worst!" Mulder responds, kissing her forehead. He takes off his sunglasses and tucks them into his pocket then removes his jacket, tossing it onto the counter, before he opens the refrigerator door. He rummages through the fridge and comes up with a bottle of water, leaning against the counter; he drains the small bottle. "What's for lunch, I'm starving." Scully has to smile at him, even at Mulder's age; he still has little boy moments. She walks up to him and places her arms around his waist, resting her hands on his ass, an act that does not go unnoticed by Mulder. "Got your hands riding a little low there, don't you Agent Scully?" Mulder flashes her a smile, and as an added bonus, a little blush. Scully looks up at the man towering over her and grins, "If we could get the kids nap times synchronized, I might be facing sexual harassment charges." Mulder laughs and rubs her back, "I'll never tell," he says, kissing her lips. Scully starts to turn around when she sees a little, well dressed, ghost scoot down the hall past the kitchen. She holds back a laugh and runs her tongue over her bottom lip. "Mulder, where is your jacket?" "On the counter, where I . . ." He realizes it's gone. He looks on the floor and around the kitchen. "Where did it go?" Scully laughs, "I believe you'll find your son is now dressed in a three hundred dollar jacket." Mulder blanches and races down the hall, "Will, William, come here." Will walks in from Mulder's office. He has the sleeves on the jacket bunched up on his skinny arms, while the hem is dragging the floor, and he tows Scully's briefcase behind him. Mulder grins, "Where are you going?" Will holds up his arm so the jacket slinks down. "To wok." Scully is standing in the kitchen doorway leaning against the frame, trying not to laugh. Mulder stoops down, "Where do you work, William?" Will begins to go through the briefcase. "Da FBI," he grins. "Will, can I have my jacket back?" Mulder begins to take it off the little boy. "No!" Will protests and wraps his arm around the jacket, protecting it from Mulder. Mulder picks up Will and grabs Scully's briefcase, "Let's go upstairs and play, okay Will?" As they start upstairs, Scully looks around the corner; "Good luck." She swears she can hear Mulder mutter something that sounds a lot like, bite me. Mulder puts William down when they reach the master bedroom. Will sits in the middle of the floor on the Armani jacket, and once again begins to look through the briefcase. He picks his son up and sits him on the edge of the big bed, putting his hands on his thighs to be at eye level to his son. "Will, how about we play store? Would you like that?" Will's blue eyes light up, "Okay!" Mulder reaches into his wallet, pulling out several bills and stuffing them into Will's hand, "There, now you've got some money, so I'm going to sell you something." Mulder opens his closet and rummages through his suits, finally pulling out one that is buried in the back, destined for Goodwill. He dusts off the jacket and lays it on the dresser then turns to his son, "Hello sir, and what is your name?" Will's eyes snap and he giggles at his father, then says, "Will'um." "Well William, I can see you could use a new suit." "No!" William demands. Mulder ignores his complaint and pushes on, holding up the brown jacket, he says, "As you can see, this suit is one hundred percent wool with a silk lining." He opens up the jacket, Will is fascinated by his father's antics. "There are three buttons on the sleeves, while that old thing you have on, only has two." William looks down at his bunched up sleeve. Mulder is unaware that Scully and Katherine are watching their reflection in the mirror from the hallway. He brings the suit jacket over to William, "Now sir, if you'll allow me try this on you." "No!" William protests and twists away from his father. Scully finds this whole mess Mulder has gotten himself into very amusing. Mulder drops his head and whines, "William, please give me my jacket." "No!" Will frowns, "I go to wok." "But why won't you trade me coats?" Mulder pleads. "Cawse I yike dis one!" William smiles. "But I like it too." Mulder tries to reason with him. Will points to the brown suit. "You wea dat one," he suggests. Mulder drops his shoulders, "I feel like I'm trying to get a hostage released." Will slides off the bed, still wearing his Armani jacket. Scully walks around the corner of the door carrying Katherine and trying hard to hide her smile, "How's it going?" "It's no use, he won't cough it up." Scully hands the baby to her father and calls William back into the room. She stoops down in front of her son, "William, daddy needs his jacket, his boss will be very mad if he doesn't wear it." Will looks contemplative, then shrugs off the jacket. "Hewe, da-dee." Scully picks up the coat and lays it on the bed. She bends down and kisses her son and brushes back his hair. "That was very good of you." "Okay," William says, taking off out the door and down the stairs. Mulder sits down next to Scully on the bed and exhales; "I'm glad that's over." Scully lets out a little giggle. "What?" Mulder asks. "You do realize your son has one hundred and fifty dollars of your money." It sinks in, "Shit!" Mulder heads down the stairs, taking them two at a time, calling out, "William, William!" Scully takes Katherine into her bedroom and changes her into a terry sleeper. Mulder comes in holding his money, "That was close!" Scully lifts the baby up, cradling her in her arms. "How did you get that?" Mulder smiles, "I sold him one of your mom's homemade cookies for a hundred dollars and a glass of milk for fifty." "Mulder, you didn't!" Scully laughs. Scully puts a very sleepy baby into her crib and closes the door. She and Mulder walk downstairs to find William asleep on the floor in the office. "I guess I had better put him to bed," Mulder says. He picks up his sleeping son and turns toward Scully with a suggestive grin, "Scully, does that proposition you made, if we could get both kids to sleep at the same time, still stand?" Scully pulls him toward the staircase, "You bet your Armani suit it does." ~ The End ~