From: annv@io.com (Ann Vanderlaan) Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: NEW: Donuts by Amy Watson Date: 20 Feb 1996 00:42:35 GMT I didn't write this... Date: Fri, 16 Feb 1996 16:08:25 -0500 (EST) From: amy watson To: x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Subject: "Donuts" -a Very Short Short Hi all. My regular account is currently messed up, so I'm posting this from another address. Please send comments and criticisms to either "linder@m-net.arbornet.org" or "99watso2@lab.cc.wmich.edu" This short comedic scene was written in the summer of '95 by me and my partner in crime, Valerie Schrock(jedinite@m-net.arbornet.org). No third season spoilers or sex or bad words, just good wholesome fun! Standard Disclaimer: The X-files and all the characters in this story are the property of Chris Carter and the Fox Broadcasting Network. Used without permission. "Donuts" -by Amy Watson and Valerie Schrock "Shut up, Mulder!" Dana Scully snapped, staring her partner down unblinkingly. Mulder's hazel eyes danced with amusement, baiting her. Finally her lips unwillingly parted, surrendering a smile. "I win." he grinned, taking a victory bite out of an unbelieveably large apple fritter. "You'll never be able to disprove it-" "Mulder-" she protested. "I'm telling you; 'They' commanded O.J. to kill Nicole. All the signs are there. I don't think *he* even realizes that he's an abductee." "Mulder, " a note of long-suffering irritation crept into Scully's voice; but her partner didn't pause. He was having too much fun. "But how else could the Juice's hands have swollen too large for those gloves? I've got drawers of X-Files documenting tests that-" "Mulder, aliens did *not* kill Nicole Simpson. You've overdosed on Court TV." Her partner sipped his coffee, still grinning boyishly. "Well, at four a.m. it's better than the Hair Club for Men." The two federal agents were perched on the high chrome stools of their favorite coffee shop; a haven for just about every law enforcement employee in the District of Columbia. The week's avalanche of paperwork had finally subsided at midmorning. After an hour of Scully's not-so-subtle hints about how stifling the office was, Mulder had glanced up distractedly from his open files to inquire innocently, "Is it hot in here?" They ducked out the back of the Hoover building and hurried the two blocks to the air conditioned refuge of Zoe's International Bakery and Cafe. The first time Mulder had taken her there, Scully had scanned the menu for anything remotely 'international' and had only come up with Dutch apple pie and cappuccino flavored with Irish Creme. The small brass bells of the front door sang as two suits sauntered in from the sweltering heat. Just as Scully thought of an appropriately poisonous retort, her partners eyes flickered from her face to someone behind her and she turned to follow his gaze. Special Agent Tom Colton stood cooly returning Mulder's stare. The younger man accompanying Colton shifted uncomfortably, glancing from Mulder's impassive face to his companion's. "Hello Dana...Mulder." Colton's smile didn't reach his eyes. HE turned to the man beside him. "These are the two who worked with my team on the Tooms case." Understanding dawned on the stranger's face. He and Colton exchanged quick glances. "I've heard alot about you, Agent Mulder." the man said pleasantly. Mulder smiled thinly with practiced politeness and Scully muttered under her breath. "I'll bet you have." Suddenly Colton remembered his companion. "Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, this is my new partner, Zach Quentin." Scully cleared her throat. "So, are you new to DC, Quentin?" she asked. He nodded. "Yes ma'am. I just moved here from New Orleans." Scully cringed.For the safety of all involved, Mulder finally spoke up. "Then you must feel at home in this heat." he said lightly. Quentin gave them a friendly smile and started to reply; but Colton cut him off. "Well, it's been nice chatting with you two; but there's a donut over there with my name on it." Colton started towards the counter. "C'mon Zach, let's grab some coffee." Mulder raised an eyebrow at Scully as the door chimed again. She recognized two more of Colton's associates at the Bureau and turned to find her partner staring blankly off into space. She sighed and went back to her coffee. Paperwork was sounding better and better. The newcomers crossed the crowded restaurant to join Colton and Quentin at the counter. Muffled laughter was followed by pointed glances in their direction. Mulder peered down at his psychedelic tie, then up at Scully. "Gee, I thought Jerry Garcia was in again." he commented, baffled. "They're just jealous of your fashion sense, Mulder." Scully laughed. Colton turned toward Mulder and scully once more, waving a glazed donut in front of his face. "Stop the press, men! I've just spotted D.C.'s first flying saucer!" The other agents snickered maliciously. "It wouldn't be the first." Mulder said evenly. He slowly lifted his fritter into the air, rotating the triangular donut in his hands, studying it intensely. Unsure of exactly what her partner was trying to pull, Scully was about to break the strained silence when Mulder tilted his head and grinned broadly. He turned to Colton. "They're really not round." he gestured to his donut. "Actually, they're shaped more like this...wait a second..." Mulder suddenly took a bite out of one side of the fritter. "There." he said, his mouth full of donut. He threw them a deadly serious look. "This *means* something." he said mystically. Quentin let out a burst of laughter that sounded too close to a snort for a conservative federal agent. Scully yanked her partner to his feet. "It means," she said shortly "It's time for us to leave." The other agents watched dumbfounded while Scully dragged the butt of their jokes away. Quentin grinned after them amicably as Mulder let Scully lead him out into the scorching sunlight. the end Please comment! I can be reached at 'linder@m-net.arbornet.org" and I'm sure Val would like to hear from you too, at "jedinite@m-net.arbornet.org" -- Ann _ Round Ann Vanderlaan - using a WARPED, winDOZE-free Pentium __| |__/ Rock | Those of you who think you \_ * _} annv@io.com | know everything are annoying \_( http://www.io.com/~annv | to those of us who do.