From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 30 May 2002 17:02:25 -0000
Subject: Describing Your Partner in One Word by Agent Spooky
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Title: Describing Your Partner in One Word

Author: Agent Spooky

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e-mail: msmessina@yahoo.com.br

Rating: PG-13, a few bad words.

Category: MSR / Mulder POV / a little humor (I hope)

Spoilers: This is set around season seven.

Summary: Another year, another seminar.

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. CC & 1013 own them a 
little bit. Okay, okay, a lot.




Describing Your Partner in One Word
by Agent Spooky




FBI Headquarters
Washington D.C.
08:47 am


I was called to Skinner's office. By the man himself. This
usually means trouble. I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything
to piss him off in a way that's more than usual, so I'm at a
loss here. 

I'm fidgeting with my tie by the time his secretary says I can
come in.

I knock at his door, wait for his usual grunt that means 'come in'
and then wait for another one that means 'have a seat.'

When I do he finally looks up. I don't like the way he's looking
at me. I don't like it at all.

"I'll be direct, Mulder. As you well know, every year there's a 
seminar in the bureau."

"Yes, sir."

"And you managed to avoid every single one." I don't have a good
answer and frankly, I don't think he wants me to give one, so
I just keep my mouth shut. "But this year is different. The
director himself called me in his office because he wanted to
know why is it that the two agents under me have never been in this
seminar." 

Again, I just stare at him. "Now, I know that agent Scully's been
in a seminar when she first joined the bureau, so the problem
must be with you."

This time I start to say something but he cuts me off. 

"Don't even bother, Mulder. You are going this year. And if
you don't, I'll personally see that you stay the rest of the 
year cleaning bathrooms with a toothbrush. And without your
partner. Are we clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Very well. The seminar starts in a couple of hours."

He starts to read the files on his desk again and I know
I'm dismissed.

I think my face gives away more than I thought it did, or
my partner can read me very well, because as soon as I get
in my office she asks "What happened, Mulder?"

I sit heavily in my chair and let out a breath. "Skinner
wants us to go to the seminar."

She leans at the edge of my table. "I don't see how that's
so bad."

"A bunch of people, building a tower out of office furniture,
and God knows what else."

She gives me a small smile. "At least there's a wine and cheese
reception."

"Yeah, well we better be going, I don't want to be cleaning bathrooms
with a toothbrush for the rest of the year."

She gives me a puzzled look and follows me.


The Seminar
10:32 am


The place is crowded when we arrive. Judging by the look of shock
on most of the people's faces they weren't expecting the Spooky
patrol. 

Man, this place is crowded. Where's the wine anyway? Maybe
if I get really drunk, I won't have any memory of what happened in
this place. Or is to happen.

I feel someone tapping on my shoulder. I turn around to come face to
face with Mark Gwen. Oh, no. 

"Hey, Spooky. What happened? Someone told you aliens were coming
to the seminar today?"

I will not kill him I will not kill him. But by the look on Scully's
face, she will.

Fortunately, for Mark anyway, the man that will coordinate today's
activities chose that moment to get on the small stage and began to
speak in the microphone.

"Good morning everyone and welcome. This year we are going to do
somethings different from the traditional ones. First I want all
male partners to come here and a get a piece of paper from this
little basket. Each piece of paper has something different
written in it. Oh, and if two men are partners
then you two decide which one of you will come up here.
The rest of you have a seat, please."

Oh, great. Not only will I have to come up on the STAGE I will also
have to say what's written on my piece of paper in the MICROPHONE.
AND I'm the last in line. Now everyone will pay attention. If you're
first or last you always get more attention. Well, I guess I'd be
getting more attention anyway.

When it's my turn to go there, there's only two pieces of paper
in the little basket. I choose one of the two, unfold it 
and read it out loud like everyone before me did.

"Describe your partner in one word." 

I look at Scully. I can see her beautiful baby blues looking
intently at me. How can I describe her in one word? She saved
my life so many times. She's my guardian angel. No, that's two
words. My savior. Too corny. She's my friend. No, my best friend.
Damn, that's two words again. How can I do this? She's the woman
I love. She's...everything. Hey, that's it.

"Everything," I say in the microphone. I can see some smiles and
I hear some people say 'I knew it'. And I can also see Scully's
cheeks turning red. Maybe is because of so many faces staring
at her or maybe because of what I said or maybe both.

When the seminar ended, I drove Scully home. We still haven't
spoken.

When I arrive at her place, I kill the engine and look at
her. She doesn't look at me, just keep staring out of the
windshield.

"Well, that wasn't so bad."

"No, it wasn't."

"Are you okay, Scully?"

She turns to look at me. "Did you really mean it, Mulder?"

"Of course I did, Scully. You are everything to me. Without
you I don't know where I'd be today. I don't even know if I'd
still be here."

"You are everything to me too, Mulder." She whispers.

Then she kisses my forehead and gets out of the car.

"Goodnight, Mulder."

"Sweet dreams."

I wait until I see a light come up in her apartment to start 
the engine. And I'm glad there wasn't a single glass of wine at
the seminar.



THE END