************************************************************************** Trustyone's e-mail address has changed to: trustyonefanfic@hotmail.co.uk ************************************************************************** From: "Trustyone" Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 21:02:11 +0100 Subject: RESUBMISSION: Home Help TITLE: Home Help AUTHOR: Trustyone RATING: PG CLASSIFICATION: SH SPOILERS: Chinga-ish KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully UST Mulder/Other friendship SUMMARY: Scully and Mulder have taken a couple days off work. Scully is at her Mom's. So, whith Scully not around, Mulder does some family bonding with his cousin who comes to stay. She interferes, insinuates and gives Mulder some useful help in self house-keeping. And Scully does appear! DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully, and any reference to any episode or anything that has been captured on film for the televison series doesn't belong to me (if it didn't, people would be addressing this to me!). They (Mulder and Scully) belong to CC, 1013 Productions, and Fox Braodcasting! Okay...done! Author's notes: Hello again!!!! This story came up after watching CHINGA (which wasn't really that good. But anyway...) when Mulder called Scully from his apartment and went to get something from the fridge. From this scene I concluded that A) Mulder doesn't have a life and, B) He really doesn't 'live' in his apartment and, C) He can't live without Scully (now, everyone...one, two, three....aaaawwwwwwww!) Other than that, I have no other reason as to why I wrote this, apart from the fact I was bored. This story has no real plot, no moral, and no originality!!!! This has no particular plot line or anything, but I don't think it fits into any other category! P.S. This is kinda a Chinga spoiler, but not directly. P.P.S. All comments to Trustyone@thewebbs.demon.co.uk P.P.P.S. Not flames for typos!!! P.P.P.P.S MUST THANK MARK.....so....."Thank you!" --------------------------------------------------------------------X Home Help by Trustyone --------------------------------------------------------------------X ----------X Mulder's apartment October 24 1998 10:03am There was a light knock on the wooden door of apartment 42, which roused a certain Special Agent Fox Mulder of the FBI from his dreamless, dark sleep on the equally jet-black couch. He stirred a little, ignoring the person outside. his semi-concious mind told himself. Another knock followed, louder than the first. Mulder turned over, still ignoring the intruder. he mentally screamed at the door, not bothering to physically do anything. The person outside resorted to pounding the weak wooden door. Mulder continued to ignore it. "FOX!" called the annoyed female voice. Mulder grunted at the sound of his name. His eyes snapped open in reflex to that word. he calmly told himself. "FO....*MULDER*!!!!!!!!" screamed the voice. She knew that would get him up. Mulder automatically responded to *that* word. He was up like a light that had just been switched on, he raced to the door in split second timing, while trying to not trip over the beer cans and chinese take-away food cartons as he went. As she thought, the door suddenly flew wide open and the tall, lanky, brown haired form of Mulder had a look of terror in his eyes. When he saw who it was, the look of bewilderment and tiredness returned, etched into his unshaven features. He was wearing his knicks T-shirt and faded jeans. she thought to herself. he thought, looking at the straight- laced, 'don't-mess-with-this-gal' female in front of him. "Caitlin, what are you.." "Doing here?" the tall brunette finished for him, "I'm staying over. Remember?" she continued. Mulder shook his head in total confusion. "No..." he trailed off, realising she had a hold-all with her and wasn't joking. "Jesus, Fox! You really are stupid sometimes" she pointed out, barging pass him with her luggage into the small, cluttered apartment. "Wha..." he tried. He followed her in, closing the door. He contemplated the implications of having a female relative staying over. His mind wasn't registering the full consequences of this situation so he did the next best thing, stretched his arms and yawned to wake his usually brilliant mind up to full consciousness. He stared bone-idle at his cousin who was looking around his apartment with a very clear expression of 'Ugh' contorting her usually attractive features. Even for a cousin, she wasn't that bad looking, Mulder realised, but he still wasn't fully awake. His mind was still foggy from the alcohol, and he didn't have any idea of the context of the conversation he had had with Scully on-line last night, which was definately going to be a bad thing. "You really don't remember, do you!" Caitlin's voice brought Mulder back from the world of haziness and confusion and into a world of thumping headaches, female interference, and uncertain things to come. "Well, let me refresh your twisted memory" she continued, walking around the coffee table which was covered in stacks of paperwork, "My apartment block is being fumigated this weekend, and I have to take my final exams at Quantico this weekend. And you said I could stay here instead of me having to pay for a motel room considering I'm still living on a student budget!" she explained, looking around at the clutter and mess. She continued, "But, I'm beginning to wish I hadn't accepted your invite. I knew there would be a catch" she gestured towards the mess and untidiness. Ties and empty chinese food cartons lay strewned about the place. Folders, books and other bits and pieces cluttered up the small coffee table, along with the write-ups of cases that were about two weeks overdue to Skinner. Mulder shrugged, "Come on Caitlin, what do you expect from your cousin!?" he said. "Not a Hell of a lot" she retorted. Apart from the fact that they looked slightly similar, they also shared a dry wit, and a talent for quips and one-liners. Mulder shrugged again. "Where d'you want to put your stuff" he asked. "I don't know. It's your apartment" "Okay, you can have the bedroom" he said, slowly making his way over to where she had dumped her bag "You actually *have* a bedroom!" she asked, mocking him. He mouthed a 'Har-dee har har' at her and picked up her bag, which was extremely heavy. She grinned back, flopped on the couch and made herself at home. "For God's sake, woman! You're only going to be here a couple of days! What did you pack!?" he asked, coming out of the little used, sparsely furnished, bedroom. "You know, med-books, clothes, toilettries. The essentials" she replied, flicking on the TV. "Here five minutes and already is taking over the place" he muttered to himself. "Huh?" she asked him, engrossed in a kid's cartoon. "I mean, you are already controling the T.V. remote! What next? Will my privacy and life be totally altered by the infamous female family interferences?" he said, over-dramatically. "Har-har. I'm not like my Mom or your Mom! I won't interfere! Promise! Got any seeds?" she asked, not looking away from the TV. Mulder sighed, ignoring her question. "Well...I have to...go take a shower. I'll be in the bathroom, so don't come in" he said in a slow, slurred voice. His head pounded, finally revealing the evil and dark feelings of a hangover looming it's way to his already sore head. "What? You don't think I could handle nudity?" she asked him, finally looking at him with total innocence, in a mocking way. "No...it's not...that..." He couldn't be bothered to argue. "Oh, please. You just can't accept that I'm not the silly little boy-crazy teen I was not so long ago. You just want to protect me from the 'immoralities' of the 'sexual' side of growing up. You are acting like my Dad!" she explained, constant mocking him in her 'I-know-everything' tone. "Will you just quit with the attitude. I just don't want anyone busting in on me, in my own bathroom, when I'm indecent. Even Scully doesn't mock me because of that!" "Ohh, Scully. So, how's things on *that* front?" she asked, grinning at him. "There's no 'front'. And if she comes around, you have to just stay put in my room, and not interfere, even if it is just asking her questions about the forensic med exam. Got it?!" "Yes, Daddy" she said, in a silly, little girly voice. Mulder rolled his eyes, taking in the immaturity his 28 year-old cousin still possessed. "I'll be in the bathroom. If anyone calls, ignore it. If anyone knocks on the door, ignore it. If anyone shoots through the window, abducts you, infects you with a wriggling black oil, or with something as equally wierd, call me. Apart from that, don't even laugh at the T.V." he said, in a monotonous voice. "Boy, you *really* have been an FBI agent too long. You've lost all sense of humour" she stated. "FBI agents do not have a sense of humour they're aware of" he replied in a joking monotonous tone. She smiled, accepting his joke. "Go take a shower. The plants on the ground floor are wilting" she quipped. "Do I smell that bad?" Mulder pretended to be wounded then left for a shower. "Fox? Where are the seeds?" she asked as he disappeared. "Try my briefcase" he said, "And don't bother me" he finished. Caitlin found the sun-flower seeds, settled down with one of her med books, and listened to the adventures of Ren and Stimpy. Caitlin Jordan Wilson was as bright as Mulder, but she had a big streak of immaturiy which sometimes led her astray. She looked a lot like her cousin, but that was because hazel eyes, brown hair, and a slim build were family traits. She had a much smaller nose than him, and thinner lips. She had big hazel eyes which sunk into her pale face and her hair was cut into a short, cropped style which complimented her slender features. She was quite an active person and was training to be a forensic scientist at the FBI. She was like Sam Mulder when she was younger, always following Fox. It was him which helped her decide her career. Mulder, in the shower, nutted the wall with his head, only because his headache was giving him enough pain already. . It was going to be Hell living with his cousin. He just knew it. The aftermath situations surfacing, the possibilties of just how much his female relatives interfered, and how that was going to alter his entire daily routine for the next couple of days. He hated change. Then it dawned on him that he hadn't been totally awake when he had said she could stay over in the first place. --------------------X October 24 1998 10:24am Mulder finally re-emerged to find that his apartment had a carpeted floor!!! He sighed heavily. She was already disrupting everything, and he was going to have to put up with it for another 24 hours. That time span seemed too long. He walked into the kitchen to find all the cupboards and draws open. "Don't you eat anything?" she asked, emerging her own lanky form from behind the kitchen table. "Yeah, I usually order out though" he simply explained. "Yeah, I noticed" she said, nodding to a large black bin bag which was over-flowing with various take-out meal cartons. Mulder grinned at her. "Don't you have *any* food?!" she asked, getting to her feet. "Of course I do!" he said. He walked to the fridge and opened it. There wasn't a lot inside. Just a snickers bar and bottle of orange. He shrugged at Caitlin who was looking at him with 'The Look' that Scully gave him so often. He opened the bottle of orange and took a swig. The liquid was cool, but the taste was...disgusting. He let out a "UGH!" and spat the orange back into the bottle. Caitlin shook her head and smiled. He really was stupid at times. Mulder remembered he had taken a drink of it when Scully had been in Maine. He had put it back in the fridge deciding to dispose of it later, but, as usual, it was pushed to the back of his mind and left to sour some more and become more poisonous and foul- tasting. "So, you have no food, no drink, no house-keeper..." "Don't rub it in!" he said annoyed. "Sorr...where's you wallet?" she said, changing the subject entirely. "Pardon? My wallet? In my jacket pocket" he directed, bemused by why she was actaully interested in the location of his money. She nodded. She walked out of the kitchen, then back in with the black leather object. She removed a twenty dollar note, dropped the wallet on the kitchen table and walked out again. Mulder just stood there, amazed at the...pushiness of his cousin. Here a coule of hours and she's already spending his money!! "What do you think you're doing?" he shouted out to her. She popped her head round the door, giving him a questioning stare. "Huh?" "The money?" he prompted. "Oh, I'm sorry. You're absolutely right" she said. She walked back into the kitchen. Mulder nodded. "Well?..." she asked him. It was his turn to give the questioning stare. "Get your jacket..." she told him, picking up his wallet. "Why?" he asked her. "Well, how am I going to do the shopping for *you*, if *you* aren't there? Plus it's your money and I'll need way more than twenty dollars. And, if I'm staying there *has* to be food on supply!" she explained, pocketing his wallet and walking out, leaving Mulder standing there. he thought, sympathetically to himself. "Come on!" she shouted back. He gathered his coat and followed his cousin out to the car. --------------------X October 24 1998 1:32pm Mulder staggered over to the car, holding two bags of groceries He reached out for the door of the store, not finding the handle because the brown paper bags blocked out his view. "FBI man? I'm holding the door open? Walk through it" Caitlin said, standing there, watching her cousin waddle out of a public place like a fool, and he wasn't even drunk! They reached the car, after one of the bags had ripped, sending various edible articles across the parking lot. Caitlin now carried the items in her arms, trying not to drop any. They looked at each other (Mulder could now see, after the bag had dropped) nodding at each other to open the car door. Everytime they thought the other wasn't going to move, so they both moved at once, getting in each other's way. So they stood back and the same thing happened. It was a vicious circle. "You know, FBI agents are *supposed* to have wonderful communication skills!" Caitlin screamed at him. "I don't know *how* Scully can put up with this!" she continued. "We have great communication. We know what each other is thinking! How do you think she manages to find me all the time?" he said dryly, placing the bags on the hood of the car and fumbling for the keys in Caitlin's jacket pocket. "Good job, too. You'd have to be pysic to work with you!" she returned. "You are just *so* funny" he said, putting the groceries into the back of the car. "You are correct, sir" she said, getting in the passenger side. "Don't get smart" he warned, driving out the parking lot. "Can't handle it, huh?" she said, grinning at him. She was just as smart as him, and her various educational degrees and honours backed her up a treat. "Anything you can do-" he said. "I can do better" she finished, singing the words. She smiled and flicked on the small car radio. Instant heavy-metal music assaulted their ears. Caitlin sat back and listened to the erratic beats. Mulder frowned switching the noise off. "HEY!" she glared at him. "That was music?" he asked. "Yeah, so..?" "Music? Sounds like me when I try to fix a car" he said. "That I can believe" she returned, not missing a beat. "Well seeing as though the radio is off, lets talk" she said. "No, don't go there. I don't like the sound of 'let's talk'" he groaned shaking his head and keeping his eyes on the road. He knew what was coming. "So, what's up with Scully?" she asked. he thought with a sigh. "Don't you ever give up?" he moaned. "Never" she said, "So? Dish the dirt" she egged him on. "There is no dirt to dish, sweep up or eat!" he warned her. "Ooh. Hit a nerve did I? Not going well on the Dana front?" she chided him playfully. She loved getting at him, making him mad. "Not in the least. She is just a work collegue. A partner" he said. "Hey, you said that you were 'just friends'. Now no man and woman are 'just friends'. It's a universal fact!" she exclaimed. "Well, maybe from which ever planet you came from. But it's true" he said, keeping a calm tone. "Oh, yeah?" "Why is that so hard to believe?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the road. "Well, for one thing, you are a man" she said. "And that means..." "Exactly what I meant it to mean" she finished, making the corners of his eyes crease, his eyes narrow and his brow furrow. He was getting wound up. "And secondly, it's you! *You*! You were always hitting on Sam's friends when we were younger and you always had a girlfriend in England. I mean, you *always* had a girlfriend in *England*" "Don't get started on the Pheobe thing" "I didn't say a word" "No...you just insinuated it!" "Fox, you really do read too much into things!" "Maybe that's because the wrok I do involves a ot of reading into people. I am a pyscological profiler you know!" "Ahh...back to work...and to Scully" "Oh, just shut up, please!" "BUt, going back to my original statement, men and women can not be 'just friends'. I mean look at...Lois and Clarke, they ended up getting married. Umm..." "Well, ask Scully. She'd say the same" "Well, I will!" she said. "Fine" "Whatever" she finished, "By the way, who did you go to the knicks game with?" she asked him. She had given him the tickets because she had had some final classes last weekend. "A friend" he shrugged. "Oh my God! I can't believe you two! You work together and practically live each other's lives! When will you two wake up and smell the roses!" she exclaimed again. "Scully has hayfever" he said dryily. Caitlin hit his arm. "What was that for?" "For lying to yourself, and to her. You already know her good habits, her bad habits. Work together, play together. You are an old married couple. Just make it legal!" she said. "Caitlin. If Scully does come over, I don't want you to meddle with her head. Okay? She doesn't know how you work, but I do. So just be careful. And remember, you haven't been liscensed a loaded weapon. And, even if Scully does love me, she *did* shoot *me*! And she hardly knows you, so she'd proaby kill you!!" he said. "Wow" she started, not taking in a word he said, "You really do know her bad habits" she mused. Mulder sighed in exasperation. They pulled up to Mulder's apartment building and got themselves and the food out. "Fox?" Caitlin said, taking the keys from him. "I'm going to Helen's house to study. Be back about 11. Kay?" she said, getting in the car. She waved and smiled sweetly at him as she departed the parking lot, leaving Mulder standing in the middle of the asphalt, with four bags of groceries to get up to the fourth floor. he thought, exasperated as he trudged off towards his apartment. --------------------X October 24 1998 11:32pm Caitlin finally found her key and let herself in. She had been at her classmate's house, studying. She hadn't been here very long. She left after going to get groceries but, not before tidying up, to the best of her ability considering the state of the place. Now she was thinking she had been wasting her time. She was instantly bombarded with the strong smell of indian food. The cartons were strewned over everywhere, replacing the others which she had thrown out. Mulder was sat, transfixed to the screen of his computer. "Didn't you cook something?" she asked, dropping her books onto the couch. "Nope" "Why?" she asked. "Don't know how to use the cooker" "You? The maverick agent of the FBI? The cleverest man in the FBI ever? Can't work a kitchen appliance? Oh dear, says a lot about the bureau doesn't it!" she said, bursting into laughter. She looked around again and sighed at the mess. "Do cartons have to be permanently attached to the furniture, carpet...apartment?" she asked. "Oh, stop interfering. You sound like Starb...Scully" he said, attention still totally on the screen. He had been drinking, she could smell the lager, and hear his slurred words. "Who? Star...what?" she said. "Oh, go away" "No, seriously? Who is Star-whatever?" she said, grinning. She crouched down beside him, looking at the screen. He was on the internet chat program. "Starbuck?...Who's...Scully! Aww, that's sweet, you have nicknames for each other. It's true love" she spoke, not directly to Mulder, but she knew he would be listening. "For God's sake! Just drop it!!!!" he said, exasperated. "Sorry, just stating the obvious. Even if it isn't to the maverick of the FBI and the Ice-Queen" she mused. "What did you say?" "Opps, hit a nerve, did I? I mean Scully. It's just that there are so many stories about you two, not just about the cases but...oh, I've said too much" she said, slapping her own wrist. Mulder chuckled, not paying attention to his cousin. He was reading the screen. Caitlin read it too: _____________________________________________________________________ So, what are you wearing? Are you always one-track minded? I asked first!! Asked what? I asked what you are wearing? Oh... Something black and sexy? No... Umm...something skimpy and lacey? No...come on, your dirty mind isn't living up to it's reputation!! Sorry, I'm out. What are you wearing? How about...nothing at all? Scully, careful...you're turning me on! Is that a good or a bad thing? Definately a good thing, but also a bad thing. BTW have you been drinking? Of course I haven't been dinkring! dinkring? It's a tpoy tpoy? TYPO...OK? So what if I have been drinking. You do it every weekend!!!! I'm shocked Scully. You drinking?! I would never have thought...anyway, back to the original topic...good thing and bad thing...remember? Why a good thing? Why is what a good thing? The fact I'm turning you on... Oh...yeah. I *like* it! Why a bad thing? I have company! <:-O Mulder, have you no shame?! Relax. My cousin, she's my cousin. COUSIN?! WHAT KIND OF TWISTED FAMILY DO YOU BELONG TO? There's no need to shout Scully! Sorry Jealous? Jealous? Me? Of you? With your cousin? Yeah... No... Really? No! I'm jealous as Hell. To know that some other woman, even if she is your cousin, is enjoying your 'physical arrousal' because of me! The unfairness of it all! Do you always have to be so clinical? Huh? 'Physical arrousal'? Why don't ya just say 'totally turned on'? Because my mother is here oh... <:0 relax!! Joke >;D Har-dee-har-har, Scully! _____________________________________________________________________ "You two are made for each other" Caitlin said, standing up. "I'm going for a shower" she added. "Hmm" replied Mulder. "I won't be out again till next week" "Hmm" he replied again. "There's an alien running around the coffee table" "Ah-ha" he said. "Wow, you really do like Dana's 'company'. You have lost all interest in aliens!" she said. "Hmm" "I prefered the 'ah-ha' to be honest" she said aloud, knowing he wasn't listening at all. She sighed, deciding to leave him alone. ---------------------X March 25 1998 11:05am Caitlin, making more noise than nessicary, was throwing various items into the trash as Mulder came into the kitchen. He pulled out the orange juice, looked at the use-by date <...October 97...oh dear!> he thought slowly. His thought processes were still slow from the alcohol of the previous night. He threw the bottle in the trash and sat down, putting his head in his hands, massaging his throbbing temples. "Feeling a little...ill?" Caitlin said, too cheerfully for the time of day. "Go jump of a high building" he groaned. "Oh, mental note to myself, Fox in bad mood" she said to herself, throwing all the dirty dishes into the sink. "Go take a...umm..." "Hike. The word you are looking for is 'hike'" she explained to him, in a patronisingly slow voice. "Whatever! Don't you have classes?" "Not till later" she continued, "Why? Want to be left alone today?" she said to him, giving him a big grin, knowing it would just totally annoy him. "You know, you haven't changed a bit!" he said, standing up, "And yes, Scully is coming over. We have to finish paper work" he explained, swallowing some headache tablets with a glass of water. "Paper work. Is that what they call it these days?" she mused to herself. Mulder elbowed her playfully and exited the kitchen. "I'm getting changed" he informed her. Caitlin continued her washing up. --------------------X March 25 1998 1:37pm "CAITLIN!!!!!" Mulder yelled from his bedroom. "Yeah" she answered casually walking into his room that she had been occupying. "What is that smell?" he asked, turning his nose up in disgust. "Umm...Moonberry Musk shower gel" she answered. She could smell the faint scent on the gentle draft that came from the air vent. The soft turbulent air streams carried the delicate scent around the apartment. "Moonberry Musk? Why do females insist on giving things like shower gel stupid names like that?" he scoffed. "Better than beer and indian curry scents around the place" she replied, examining her freshly painted purple nails. "Thanks" he said, looking under the bed. "By the way, where have you put...*everything*!" he siad to her, while looking around his now tidy bedroom. "In the closets. Where they're *supposed* to be. Why do you want a suit anyways. It's saturday and you ain't going to work" she asked, leaning against the door frame, folding her arms across her chest. "Caitlin, the first thing you will learn, or will *have* to learn, is that being an FBI agent means you have to be on call whenever you are needed, so-" "So *that's* why you don't have a social life" she cut him off. "I have a social life" "Yeah, Scully and take out..oh, and 'those' vidoes" she scoffed, as he rummaged through the hardly used closets looking for his dark navy jacket to match his trousers. She watched him, an eyebrow raised, questioning him silently about his disorganisation. "Thanks Cuz!" he replied cheerfully, pulling on the thick jacket and headed out of his room, towards the front door. "Don't call me that word!" Caitlin complained as she flopped down on the clean, plain bed and began studying one of her many medical journals. Caitlin heard the front door open, then close. Then an astonished tone. "Wow! Your apartment has a floor!" said a female voice. "Hi Scully" said Mulder. Caitlin's ears picked up. She got off the bed and appeared in the door way of Mulder's bedroom. "Hi" she said to the petite red-head, who was smartly, immaculatly dressed in a royal blue trouser suit. Her make up and hair were well done and she looked like she meant business. Caitlin swallowed. Scully did look like a woman not to mess with, and Caitlin felt so under-dressed, in jeans and a sweat shirt. But, Caitlin's fears were put to their rest when Dana Scully parted her beige lips to show her pearly white teeth and gave her a smile, if only a polite smile. Caitlin still didn't know if Scully actually liked her. "Hello, you must be Caitlin" Scully said, offering her hand. Mulder slumped in the couch. "Yeah, and your Da...Scully? Fox has told me a lot about you" Caitlin said shaking her hand. "Really? Mulder, I'll have to have a talk with you later" she warned him through a clenched smile. "So, your Dr. Dana Scully. Wow, you have a reputation at Quantico for being one of the best pathologist ever in the bureau, and another for working with Marvin the Martian over here" Caitlin said. Scully chuckled. Mulder suddenly felt scared that these females were fast becoming good buddies. "Yes. Thanks for the reminder" Scully said, trying to hide a grin as she glanced at Mulder's face at the mention of the Marvin nick- name. He looked like he had just been sucking on a sour lemon. "So, Caitlin, you managed to tidy this place up. I'm amazed" Scully noted. "Yeah, I even got Fox to go grocery shopping! That is a feat in itself!" "Tell me about it. He has *food*!? He practically raids my fridge every day when he drops off case reports" she said. "Want a drink?" Caitlin offered. "Yeah, sure" "Okay. So, how long have you and Fox beeing working in the X Files?" Caitlin asked leading them both to the kitchen. "Oh, five years" Scully said. "Wow. And how many female law enforcement officers has he tried to hit on?" "Ooh, where do I begin!!! Well, there was Pheobe..." Scully said, looking at Mulder with an evil grin. "What!?! Sherlock's sister came to DC!?!" Caitlin quipped. Mulder tried to chuckle at her comment, trying to hide the discomfort he felt about his partner's and cousin's new found friendship. "Yeah. And there was Detective White. Oh, and don't even get me started on him with 'Bambi'" Scully stated in an over the top tone. "BAMBI!?! That was her real name?" "Yeah" Scully chuckled. "Well, I want details...." Caitlin said, noticing Mulder's facial expression. "Umm, Scully? Please don't go there" Mulder suddenly interjected, dreading about what info she was going to spill for Caitlin to 'mop up' so she could use it against him at a later date. "Mulder, this is girl-talk, please leave the room" Scully practically ordered. The tone she used injected fear into Mulder. He left the kitchen hastily. He slumped back into the black couch, and listened to the two women laugh every now and then. And he knew that his 'adventures' out in the field was their entertainment. And he knew that what both those women learnt from one another, they would use it against him in the future and never let him hear the end of it. he moaned to himself. It was going to be a long day he knew it. --------------------------------------------------------------------X ----------X THE END ----------X --------------------------------------------------------------------X What did ya think? I personally think it sucked! but... Comments and flames to Trustyone@thewebbs.demon.co.uk Cheers y'all! :)