Happiness: Frohike's Day Author: shawntaw Category: Au Rating: PG Disclaimer: I didn't create these amazing characters, so no one's paying me. But here's my two cents anyway: If it was ME writing this show, Scully probably never would've had a baby (kinda hard to keep having adventures with Mulder with a kiddo) and we would've seen the emotional ramifications of Mulder's abduction and subsequent return. Oh, and no brain disease (or if so, then show him dealing with it for goodness' sake!) Yes, Doggett. Love his character and love RP. No, Reyes (nothing against AG, just there seems to be no place for the character) and what ever happened to the wonderful, caring Skinner from Season 8? Now, he's a shadowy figure again?! Come on... And I definitely would not have killed the Lone Gunmen. And bring back the CSM!! He was oh so delightfully evil!! (shiver) Um..I think that's it. That said, I would also like to say that I thank God for CC because he was genius enough to create these wonderful characters, even if I don't agree what he's done with them. Feedback makes me very happy at shawntaw@hotmail.com :) TO DANIELA LABOD WHO HAS MADE A WEBSITE OF MY STORIES: www.geocities.com/corran_14776/shawntaw.html Thank you.:) Summary: Title says it all:) Note: You say the Lone Gunmen are dead? (fingers in ears) I can't hear you! I can't hear you! The next few "Happiness" stories will focus on "the guys" in tribute... Another Note: I decided to leave the looong disclaimer above the way it is until I am through with my Lone Gunmen tribute. It helps to vent my frustration... ****************************************************** Frohike woke at the sound of his digital alarm and groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. *I don't wanna get up* But he knew that it was his turn to cook breakfast and that if he didn't a head start before the other guys woke up, he'd never get the Tex-Mex meal done in time. *Um..Huevos Rancheros..Sopapillas?* He was wondering if they had enough frying oil when he heard the muffled moan and hurried "Shhhh.." through the wall his bed was up against. Frohike's eyebrow rose. That was Byer's room. A slight grin forming on his face, Frohike scooted sideways on his bed until he had his ear pressed to the thin drywall between their rooms. "If Frohike hears us, I'll never hear the end of it," he heard Byer's muffled, breathless voice declare. "Well, then you should probably try to be quieter," Kim said back, just as breathless. Frohike stifled a chortle at that. "How can I, when you do...that..," Byers' voice trailed off into a sigh. Kim's only response was to breath something that Frohike couldn't quite make out. Byers' gasped and then, to Frohike's surprise, growled. He pulled his ear from the wall and stared at it for a moment, stunned. Quickly, he went back to his listening. " -that's it, Kimberly, no more teasing," Byers' said in a low voice that Frohike had certainly never heard him use before. Kim giggled and gasped sharply. Frohike, shaking his head and wearing a grin, pulled his ear from the wall. *Whoa. He's an animal under those suits and tyes.* Definitely awake now, Frohike got out of bed and stretched his arms as high as he could reach. His pajamas consisted of a tattered Harley Davidson shirt and some cut-off sweats. He walked bare-foot over to his chest of drawers, picked out some jeans and a t-shirt, found the fingerless gloves that kept his hands moderately toasty but allowed him nimble use of his fingers for fine work, and walked to the small closet. He picked out his favorite black leather vest and a belt and shut the sliding paneled door. Another loud giggle and a "shhh.." sounded again over by his bed. Frohike snickered to himself as he left the room and headed for the bathroom down the hall. ******************************************************** Following his normal routine for the mornings when it was his turn to make breakfast, it was his job to wake up the other guys when he was done getting ready for the day. Shutting the bathroom door behind him and adjusting his glasses, he stepped up to Byers' door. A leer lit his face as he knocked loudly and yelled, "Hey! Byers! Time to get up!" He heard frantic shuffling behind the door. "Uh, thank you, Frohike," Byers' voice sounded wide awake. Frohike debated for a moment whether or not to greet Kim in a similar fashion, but decided against it. At least Byers was finally getting over Suzanne. Frohike decided to cut him some slack. He ambled down the short hall and stopped at the room across from his. He could hear the low strains of The Ramones playing behind the door. Langly always slept with music playing. Frohike pounded on the door. "Dude! Time to get up!" No response. Frohike pounded again. "I'm up. I'm up," came Langly's muffled response, no doubt from where his head was covered up by his pillow and a comforter. Frohike nodded, satisfied that everyone was awake and started toward the kitchen. While the guys got ready, he'd whip up his breakfast creation. ******************************************************* Byers showed up a little late for breakfast, looking a little frazzled, but dressed in his usual conservative suit and tye. Langly and Frohike looked up at him as he entered the kitchen. "Sleep in?" Langly said, reaching for his morning soda and taking a big slurp, "That's not like you, dude. You sick?" "Ah, no, I'm fine. Thanks for asking, Langly," Byers fussed with the knot in his tye. "Looks good, Frohike," Byers said, sitting at the small table in the kitchen area. Frohike kept eating, but wondered where Kim was. Had Byers snuck her out the back or was she waiting for him in his room? To his utter and complete shock, Kim walked into the kitchen at that moment. *He's admitting she stayed the night?!* Frohike couldn't believe that she was walking around out in the open. *Must have been her idea..* Three men stared at her, frozen. Byers turned bright red, but stood and, like the gentleman he was, offered her his chair. "Here, Kim. I'll pull a chair from one of the computer stations." She smiled hesitantly at the guys. Her eyes twinkled and her smile widened when her eyes met Byers'. "Thanks, John," she finally said and sat. Her clothes were rumpled, but very proper as she sat and stared back at Langley, who seemed stunned. Byers' blush deepened as he disappeared around the corner to get a chair. He appeared a moment later, rolling a chair up to the table. Frohike scrambled from the table to go fix the lady a plate. "Dude," Langly finally said, looking at Byers with respect. "Shut up, Langly," Byers' said under his breath as he leaned across to grab the cup of coffee Frohike had set on the edge of the table for him. ******************************************************* As Frohike did the breakfast dishes, after Langly had wandered into the computer area, Byers was arguing with Kim at the table. "Let me escort you home," Byers was saying. "John, I can take a cab without you. Don't worry; I'll be fine," she patted his hand. He scooted his chair closer to hers and glanced up to see if Frohike was listening to them. Frohike pretended to be enraptured with cleaning the dishes and began to hum. "I want to see you again," Byers whispered, "Soon." He glanced at Frohike again and, satisfied that he wasn't looking, leaned over to kiss Kim lightly on the cheek. Kim smiled, turned her head and caught Byers' lips with her own in a soft, quick kiss. "You will," she said and then stood to leave. Byers escorted her to the door, leaving Frohike alone in the kitchen. *Hmmm...could be serious..* Frohike mused to himself as he cleaned up the kitchen. ******************************************************* More coming...Frohike's Day continues, but I have to do some housework right now. Just thought I'd post what I have so far:)