From: jubilant@lycosmail.com Date: 5 Jan 1999 14:21:13 -0800 Subject: the lion and the Unicorn - a response to the challenge 1/? General info:- none Spoilers - the whole of the x-files series or none of it. Note I haven't seen season 6 episodes yet so I'm writing blind. this story takes place whenever and wherever. Disclaimers - I reserve the right to remain silent. We all know who the characters belong to and unfortunately it is not me. Mild swearing, if you can call it that I WOULD RATE THIS PG 'parental guidance' Feedback - yeah if you want. I have never written one of these before so you could tell me exactly how crap this is or not so to speak. Someone challenged people to write a Scully-Frohicke saga so here it is. I'm quite sure that this is going to be extremely crap so I am most apologetic. Oh and Becki T and Gav if you are reading this then have fun. Vicki, you may not get round to this one. Now all I have to think of is a title. Scully was feeling sick, Mulder had ditched her again but this time for a coffee break. He had been going off alone a lot recently, probably to increase his resourcefulness by watching some videos, or so Scully thought She hadn't been feeling well at all that morning and Mulder's blatant insult hadn't helped either. "Scully, you look like shit," he had remarked walking into the office characteristically late with a cup of coffee. It was a large cappuccino to be exact but the smell of it made Scully feel ill. It was nice to know that Mulder cared anyway. She ranked right down there with his love of Morleys. Well, not quite but sometimes she felt that way. Now, Scully sat with her head between her knees, the room spinning round and round and the people surrounding her began to look like blurred images on a painting. She breathed harder and heavier to try to make her dizziness go away, but it persisted and so she began to get up to make her way to the bathroom. Past the desks and the people-turned-images all selectively chosen to get in her way, she could hear and see people stop and look at her strangely, then ask out of politeness "Agent Scully, are you alright?" "I'm fine" was all that she could be bothered to think of to reply. It was her automated response, she has said it enough. She just wanted to make it to the toilets and then to be left alone. Mulder strolled casually back into the office to find awaiting him many more of his 'Dung' reports. He was certainly a 'Dung' specialist by now and could knew all there was to know about that subject. 'Aren't I special?' he thought. He wondered where Scully was. She was probably up to her neck in it. Anyway, in his world, she had been avoiding him lately. That was probably where she was now. Avoiding him. So being the mature one, he had avoided her right back and had found a nice coffee house where he could spend some time catching up on the latest conspiracy theories and UFO sightings. He settled down to work noting that he was in fact having so much fun he wasn't going to stop until he had finished reading all the reports. A hour passed and still Scully hadn't returned. Mulder felt it was very unfair that she was bunking off work and besides, he felt a little exposed without her sitting at a desk nearby feeling even more bored than he did. He removed his glasses and decided to go for a walk. The other agents smiled to themselves and seemed something to interest them in Mulder's movements. He noticed their fascination and found himself feeling aggravated by this. As he passed by people began to pat him on the back and congratulate him, so he stopped and decided to ask just exactly what he was unaware of. "I'm finding it extremely difficult to live with this TV on my head, so I would appreciate it if you stopped watching it. Otherwise, I'm going to have to make it pay per view." One of the other agents began to feel sorry for Mulder. It was obvious that he didn't know why people were acting this strangely towards him, even if he was used to strange. "Agent Mulder," he said quietly "Have you seen Agent Scully recently?" Mulder shook his head in response. "Not since earlier this morning. I was just going to look for her now." he replied. "Agent Scully didn't look very well. I think that the first place you should look is the restroom." "Thank You", Mulder answered. "Hopefully I will be able to bypass security and get into the ladies." Scully sat on a chair in the restroom waiting for another urge to be sick. She felt unable to move or even to open her eyes. Suddenly her mobile rang and so she fumbled around on the keypad to answer it. If it was Mulder she was going to hang up. It was probably Mulder so she hesitated about answering it, finally she decided to take the call anyway, regardless of who it was. She could always pretend that it was someone else. "Scully". "Hi, Agent Scully" a familiar voice replied "It's me Frohicke. Mulder's phone is turned off so I was wondering if you could tell him to turn it on." Scully turned green. "Just hold on a minute" she said flinging the phone down and rushing into one of the cubicles. When she finally returned to the phone, Frohicke was still there. "Agent Scully....." came Frohicke's voice again "Are you alright?? Truthfully?" "I just feel sick, that's all." she replied. "Right then, I am going to come to take you home. I'm in the coffee house around the corner so I'll be there in a few minutes." "But how are you going to bypass......" Scully stopped dead as the Frohicke ended the call "......security?" Mulder hurried to the women's toilets feeling guilty for leaving Scully whilst he ran off to get a coffee. Another thing to add to his list of guilt, a few more and he would hold the world record. Who else could let his sister get abducted by aliens, then his partner by a psycho named Duane Barry not to mention all the people he had hurt during his quest for the truth and those who had died for him like his father, Melissa and his two informants. Everything dies except that which should. He opened the door to the women's toilets apprehensively hoping not to meet a crowd of angry women. He was lucky as only Scully sat in the room. She looked up at him and frowned. Not quite the look that he was hoping for. "Mulder", she began "What are you doing in here? Just go." "I'm not going anywhere Scully" Mulder answered defensively "Not until you let me take you home or explain to me why you didn't think that it was necessary to tell me that you were ill." "Well, you said it yourself Mulder, I look like shit. In between you little outings and silent tantrums I haven't really had the time. Anyway, I have someone coming to take me home." "My temper tantrums?? What about you? You constantly refuse to hear what I am saying and you are no longer prepared to hear about extreme possibilities. It would probably be better to work with whats his name and Diana. At least they aren't in the midst of a load of crap. Scully looked hurt at this and then managed to conjure up enough solidarity and strength to reply. "Mulder, I am not in the right mood to discuss this. I want you to leave now." Just then Frohicke made an appearance in the shadow of Mulder, who standing with his feet apart and his hands on his hips towered above him. Frohicke nearly bolted. Mulder looked ready to kill someone. " Mulder. I have come to take Dana home." "She's not going anywhere without me" Mulder replied. Frohicke looked puzzled and Scully sighed getting up slowly, "You are forgetting that I have a gun Mulder and Am quite capable of using it." she said. "You're the last person I want around me right now." Mulder's mood darkened as he began to understand just exactly why people had been laughing at him in the office. "Well then, answer me why." "Why what?" "Why you didn't think about telling me you're pregnant", he replied. Scully looked at him as is he was stupid and shook her head. She didn't need this type of confrontation right now. She pushed past him leaving him looking the other way and said, "Come on Frohicke, lets go." I may write part 2 later if anyone wants. The Liona and the Unicorn 2/? Part 2 of god knows how many Disclaimers in the last one Feedback is possible when and wherever relevent "Prat! Scully added when she thought that she was safely out of earshot. Unfortunately she was wrong as Mulder answered "I heard that." It didn't matter. Scully had said it whether she was hear or not. Saying things that she did not mean was pointless. She wasn't going to waste her breath like that. Safely away from Mulder, Frohicke managed to get Scully to her car. He didn't like to drive as there was too much risk of being followed or having a tracking device attached to the vehicle. Besides, he had watched `Speed' and that had made him paranoid about bombs. Not that he wasn't paranoid in the first place. He had now reached another level. Scully still looked ill, lying on the backseat of the car and so Frohicke decided that it wasn't the right time to start questioning her. He was glad that he was there to help, but couldn't stop feeling that he had betrayed Mulder in some way. Mulder was furious and beyond that, he was upset. It was evident that Scully had managed to build some sort of social life for herself without him knowing. He should have seen it coming....... and going. It was unfair to the extreme. She hadn't trusted him enough to confide in him and that wasn't even the worst thing. She had got herself some sort of lover and he hadn't. He wouldn't have minded so much if he had done it first, then he wouldn't look lonely and pathetic like he did now. The point was, that he couldn't find anyone even if he wanted to because it would just look as if he was trying to exact revenge on Scully, in his own muddled way. And a baby to top it all! She couldn't have children as far as he knew. `So how are you going to explain that then Scully? Maybe that's an x-file in itself, but there's probably a rational explanation to it. Isn't there always?' he thought to himself in a `Sunset Beach' type moment. Mulder had been watching episodes of `Sunset Beach' at the coffee house and so now he was completely familiar with all the characters and the plot. As you can imagine, it takes a real genius to understand the plot of `Sunset Beach'. So Mulder decided that speaking to himself might solve his anger. He looked at his watch and made a scary face. Frohicke was busy attending to Scully. Making sure that she was comfortable, adjusting the pillows on the sofa, fetching her food and drink and blankets. He didn't quite know what to do, so therefore he did everything. "Agent Scully, Dana." he started "Don't let Mulder upset you. You know what he's like and he does care about you." Scully smiled for the first time that life, "Yeah like he really shows it. He's insensitive and basically he's just a man." "I hope that I'm not in that category." Frohicke replied "No, it's alright, Frohicke, you're not...." Scully realised what she had said. "You're different. You have to be, otherwise I wouldn't spend time with you.." "You spend time with Mulder." Frohicke was beginning to get jealous of Mulder, even though he knew that Mulder was well and truly out of the picture. Mulder was insane. "Yeah, but I have to do that", Scully answered. "It comes with the job. Anyway, how are Langly and Byers??" she asked "They're fine. As I was telling you yesterday, we have been working on researching a new conspiracy. We have found new evidence that Tony Blair is planning total global conquest and in conjunction with President Clinton is attempting to overrule and abolish the monarchy. He wants to be President not Prime Minister." Scully raised one eyebrow. "Really? And I thought that Tony Blair was just a blood sucking vampire. Guess I was wrong!" Frohicke laughed, "Maybe you should ask Mulder about that. He has a sharp bite. ......." He began to be more serious. " Dana.... When Mulder accused you about being pregnant, was it true.... I mean, I'm happy if you are, but how will this affect you career and your relationship with Mulder?" "Frohicke, look......." Scully began, but was interrupted by Frohicke. "I just don't think that it would be wise for you to lose Mulder's friendship. I value him very highly both as a contact and as a person.." As is culturally correct in the Non award nominated `Sunset Beach', three hours later Mulder was still looking at his watch and pulling a stupid face as if in contemplation of something truly horrific or completely mind blowing. However, the fact that Mulder was deeply wounded by his partner's deflection lent credence to his cause. He thought about calling Scully, but then decided against it. She wouldn't want to speak to him and he certainly didn't want to end up speaking to the boyfriend. He came to the conclusion that if she should call, then it was fine, but he didn't want to have to make the effort. In fact, he would go out of his way to make sure that he didn't look affected by this whole mess. Suddenly the phone rang, as phones tend to do when you think about them briefly or in SB style say out loud `I wonder if my long lost true love will ever phone'. Cue phone and a nervous intrepid stare at the phone which last for days before the person actually answers it and how lucky - the caller is still there. Mulder was not in the habit of being overly melodramatic so he went directly to answer the phone. "This is Fox Mulder," he began "If you're Scully, then go to hell, but if you're not then please leave a message and if you're interesting enough, I'll call you back later." "Agent Mulder," came AD Skinner's voice "I know you're there so pick up the damn phone." "I've got it." "I don't know what's going on between you and Scully, but I think that you should tell me right now." Skinner sounded irritated but concerned. Mulder was stuck for words and a rational explanation so he just said, " Scully's pregnant." "Oh" continued in part 3 when I write it or if people request more. Mulder is:- a) The child's father b)very annoyed with Frohicke for stealing Scully c) Quite paranoid d) Quite wrong e) extremely fit f) A space alien in disguise Place your votes now The Lion and the Unicorn 3/? Disclaimers in part1 Feedback if poss Part 3 Skinner didn't know what to say. He was shocked, it was the last thing that he had expected although he had heard from his receptionist about fresh new rumours concerning Mulder and Scully's personal relationship. "Pregnant?" he asked to confirm that he had heard right the first time. "That's what I said." Mulder replied. "I'm going to need to talk to her about this." Skinner said and hung up the phone. Mulder looked at the phone in confusion, "Oh my God, it's Skinner" he thought. Frohicke left once Scully was fast asleep and after he had searched her apartment for bugs (the electronic kind.) He attempted to leave a coherent note, but after the day's events he was unable to find the truth so he therefor opted for simplicity. 'Dana, ' he wrote, 'Some things are difficult to discuss, but remember that I'm here for you and we're in this together.' Scully slept fitfully Her mind played back the day's events. She saw Mulder's lack of concern for her, his tactless sarcasm and then his blatant accusation about her pregnancy and deception. She opened her eyes to see a shadow running across the room and heard a distant sound of jungle drums. She grabbed her gun from the side table and decided to investigate. Things that go bump in the night are not often what they seem. An intruder is rarely an intruder, it is usually a Mulder and a moving shadow is not usually a dancing baby. Yet Scully continued to hear the words, "Ooka Chakka, Ooka Chakka and finally caught a glimpse of a cartoon like, half naked baby.' There has to be a rational explanation to this' she thought to herself 'for why I keep seeing a dancing baby running around my apartment.' (Insanity is usually the commonest explanation - babies don't usually run or dance.) She pointed her gun at it and fired. Then she sat and puzzled over the fact that she now had a bulle! t hole in her bedroom wall. How rude the baby was for not being shot. She was under the impression that cartoon baby hallucinations were perfectly normal to see and that they could be danced with by highly successful, flippant lawyers or alternatively semi-paranoid FBI agents. The most distressing part of this was that the baby looked convincingly like someone she knew, with a bald head and glasses. *********************************************************************** Men are from Mars, women are from Venus and dancing babies are from the planet `I don't know where you're from, but I wouldn't go there if you paid me.' It is strange what people will do for money though. When Mulder was younger he ate a whole packet of gerbil food for a dare and hence became a gerbil for the rest of his life with an annoying habit of leaving sunflower seed shells all over the place. Scully became infuriated just thinking about it. Mulder was a threat to his superiors, an annoyance to his peers and that is why they call him Spooky, Spooky Mulder whose house was invaded by rats when he was just a kid and who now runs around with porno vids and no life, shouting to Scully or anyone who will listen that the fix is in that he's stuck in the mainstream and now he is its got to be the shit storm of all time. Just thinking about Mulder made Scully want to be sick so she ran quickly to the bathroom and decided that next time she wouldn't be sick because of him, she w! ould be sick over him. ************************************************************************* It was Mulder bashing day at the FBI. Mulder had reached the conclusion that he was going to go into work just to find fault with Skinner and all the other Agents. Now that he was there, he wished that he has stayed home. He had a lot of videos to catch up on. Life just wasn't the same with Plastic Pam on Baywatch. He didn't know how he had survived so far. Without his basement office he had to endure a lack of privacy which seemed to come combined with an assortment of general `He needs help' stares from other Agents. It was a pity that they did not watch `Sunset Beach' to master the art of badly acted `faraway stares' or perturbed faces. Then again, it was recently reported that whilst filming on location in Sunset Beach, the wind did change and the cast's faces were doomed to stay like that forever. Not that anyone can tell the difference. Mulder was busy at work when Skinner approached his desk. He had no prior warning of this so he didn't have enough time to hide in the waste paper basket, unfair as it is when people approach you to attempt to talk to you without actually asking permission first. "Mulder, just exactly what are you playing at with Scully?" he asked. What he didn't let him know was that he hadn't had the guts to phone Scully the previous night. He didn't know what to say to her and was nervous that he would say the wrong thing. Mulder shook his head. He didn't know. Skinner might have just asked him, "What is the meaning of life" or "Why is a raven like a writing desk?". There was no answer, but all Mulder could think about was the injustice of it all. He had initially forgotten that he was annoyed with Skinner for having an affair with Scully, but ina flash this memory returned to him and so he stormed off in a tantrum. These tantrums were becoming fairly regular events. Mulder was a man like the rest of the children and needed to get his own way to be content. Mulder was rarely content. **************************************************************** Coming in part 4 the grand finale and I promise it wont be stupid short sections like this. A phone call The part of the Lion and the unicorn will be revealed Mulder gets mad Mulder gets bad Mulder gets sad Scully gets even After leaving work in a paddy Mulder:- a)Has a haircut b)has a nose job c)goes to see Scully d)Has a fight with Skinner e)Murders Frohicke f)Gets abducted by aliens, but even they reject him so he has a mental breakdown. The Lion and the Unicorn 4/4 Disclaimers in part 1 Part 4 The queasiness had not eased off, so Scully had decided not to go into work. She couldn't stand the aggravation of Mulder or the teasing of the other agents. One day she would find the nerve to tell everyone in the FBI to take their heads from out of their arses, because they were full of shit. However, for now Scully was still trying to focus on sleep and not being sick. The `ooka chakka' of the dancing baby was getting on her nerves and was giving her motion sickness. She wished that there was a way to get rid of it. She thought about poisoning it, but that only works really well on rats and foxes. Same thing. The phone rang (again, as phones do) and so Scully, with a great effort, answered it. She should have known better. Phones are extremely dangerous objects, you never know when someone may hit you over the head with one. Believe me, it has been done. "Scully. If you could be any type of animal, what would you be?" Scully made a semi scary face at the phone. Now there is a difference between scary and semi scary. Scary is Mulder's nose, semi scary is Frohicke's underwear. "Mulder, what do you want?" she replied, fighting the nausea. "Just answer the question, damnit!" "A unicorn." "Well I would be a lion so I guess I get to beat you round town then." Mulder responded sarcastically. The lion and the unicorn were fighting for the dung The lion thought the unicorn was far too highly strung. The lion was a masochist, so lonely and so young. He thought that he had been betrayed by the unicorn he had rung.. "Shut up Mulder." "Scully, can you help me solve the mystery of the horny beast?" Mulder asked. He was getting a strange sense of deja vu. He was sure that he had tried that line on someone before. It is a well known fact that men posses only 2 chat up lines. The usual ones are, `So do you come here often?' and `How do you like your eggs in the morning?.' Mulder was a little more inventive, but one thing remains the same that associates him with all men in the universe. He did not realise that cheesy chat up lines are not the way to go. A theory presented by the "LCMC - Less Cheese from Men Commission" stated that all men should wear warning lights with their favourite chat up lines pasted to their back. That way, women would know who to avoid completely. They should also be rated according to their backsides, for which a score from one to ten should be given. Scully, subscribed to this theory, as it did have a rational explanation for it. She couldn't think what, but contented herself with t! he thought that some things in life just have to be done regardless of whether or not it is appropriate. Mulder rated quite highly with Scully despite being one of the greatest annoyances in her life. She gave him a high eight. "Mulder you imbecile. You had better keep away from me or I will stretch you nose so out of proportion that no amount of plastic surgery will ever fix it." Mulder had pushed her beyond the point of tolerance. He was going to get a kick in the wrong place the next time she saw him. Mulder too was infuriated by this response so he summoned up all his aggression (which was a lot) and prepared to insult Scully back. "Scully, if you could be any Spice Girl who would you be? Slutty Spice?" Scully slammed the phone down in anger. How dare Mulder insult her like that. She grabbed her gun and decided to go into work just to show Mulder exactly what she could handle. In fury, she marched over to the door, opened it and thumped the first thing to get in her way. With a thud, the annoyance hit the floor. Scully felt no remorse as she stared down at the slumped body of Mulder, Spooky Mulder whose head was abducted when he was just a kid and was replaced with an asteroid so now when he looks in the mirror, his head doesn't fit on. Now, after a few minutes of remorse contemplation, Scully felt the presence of two beings on her shoulder. Angel Scully and devil Scully. It is highly likely that she was hallucinating at this point, for I have never had the happy experience of my conscience sitting on my shoulder, telling me what to do, although some movies or television programs would have you believe that this is truly possible. At least the dancing baby wasn't around for this. "Scully, Mulder is a prat. He deserved it. Just leave him there and go." Devil Scully said. Angel Scully was in total disagreement. "But he's your partner, for six years. You did this to him Dana. You injured him. What if he dies?" She was beginning to sound like Mulder on a guilt trip. In fact Devil Scully was beginning to look like Mulder with a diaper and a bottle. Mulder was a dancing baby! There were now two dancing babies. They had replicated!! `Oh, you're going to pay for this Mulder' Scully said out loud as she dragged him into her apartment. ************************************************************************** Mulder awoke to the sound of the television. `Its a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small world after all.' He screamed, not a male yelp, but an original girly scream. This was worse than torture. It was a nightmare and Skinner and Frohicke were in it. Two bald heads with glasses stared down at him. He jumped up and promptly knocked Skinner out and then Frohicke. He wasn't sure which one was the father, but he was quite happy to blame them both. It was better than playing `whack the gophers', except his fist hurt. However, he was quite enjoying the dream except for the fact that Scully was trying to attend to Skinner in a very caring way, so he lay down and went back to sleep. "Mulder!!! Just what do you think you are playing at?" Scully shouted. `Oh God, I wasn't dreaming' Mulder thought, but then relaxed. He had been wanting to do that for a long time. 24 hours to be precise. Precision is important when calculating the time it takes for someone to get angry and then that same someone to use violence. In Mulder's case this was a time delayed reaction. "Gopher whacking," Mulder replied. "You should try it. It's fun!" He was still in a semi conscious state so Scully felt that she couldn't shout at him properly. It would have to wait. Meanwhile, she would focus on Skinner and Frohicke. They were more important than a delusional, arrogant Mulder. Or were they? She felt divided on that issue, so she chose the safe route. Round the chairs and away from Baby face. ********************************************************************************* Mulder regained consciousness shortly after Skinner, but Frohicke still remained out for the count. He was elsewhere in the apartment, somewhere Mulder couldn't see. He heard the sound of voices coming from the kitchen so he went to eavesdrop on them. It was Scully and Skinner sitting at the kitchen table, looking as though they were having a serious conversation. How dare they isolate him! He wanted to be involved in every conversation that took place. It was his right to know what was going on. `Everything is about you Mulder.' He thought. "Look, Dana. Don't worry about what the other agents will think. They'll get over it in time." He heard Skinner say. "Yes, but for the next six months they're going to be wondering what has been going on. I don't think that I can handle them without causing more trouble..... and as for Mulder." "Mulder will just have to deal with it. He's used to it anyway." "You know, it's nice to be able to talk to you about this. It means a lot to me." Scully took hold of Skinner's hand. Mulder's jaw dropped open and he had another `Sunset Beach' attack. He began pacing outside the door, thinking out loud to himself. Of course no one else could hear him despite the fact that Scully and Skinner were only five feet away. "I can't believe Scully has done this. But, it's what I've suspected all along. The little slut. Ohhhhhhh" he sighed trying to regain his composure. "I will walk into that kitchen calmly and ask what they are talking about. Come on Mulder, you can do it" he tried to reassure himself. He reached for the door handle and turned it. In a breech of Sunset Beach protocol, Mulder did not wait at least six episodes before entering the room. Neither did he shake and quiver and look totally useless in a complete performance called overacting. His understated mood, remained as ever, understated. The sad, perverted one . - his face was so blank and expressionless. I think he was a mandroid. "It means a lot to me too, " he said as his opening line. "What are you talking about?" A now calmer Scully replied. "Pregnancy and testosterone. You should know a lot about them." Skinner laughed out loud, but then his jaw began to ache from Mulder's punch, so he stopped. Mulder, however was not amused, which was evident from his expanding and contracting jaw. Scully wanted to shove a lollipop down his throat just to see whether he would turn into a screaming kid. Mulder wanted to pour water over Scully to see whether witches actually did melt. With much consideration, he refrained from this foolish act and managed to take a chill pill. "Scully," he said trying to pluck up the courage to ask the billion dollar question. "Are you pregnant?" Scully found something about this hilarious. Maybe it was Mulder's tie that day, maybe it was his hair or maybe it was just the question. "Yeah Mulder," she replied "And you're the father!" ********************************************************************************** Mulder took a time out to think. Actually, it was only a millisecond so therefore the other people did not have to be put into suspended animation. Skinner was avoiding eye contact. Scully was reassessing the LCMC situation. She upgraded Mulder's rating to a nine so that he was level with Skinner. "That's impossible," Mulder replied sceptically. "Really, you think?" Scully answered him sarcastically. "Which part do you find difficult to believe?" "The majority of it." "Believe the lie Mulder. Deny everything. Trust no one. When science holds no answers may we finally turn to the fantastic as a plausibility." Scully's revenge was complete. Mulder now knew the true irritating nature of the shiteness he had been waffling about for all these years. Looking and feeling dejected, Mulder did not know what to believe. He wanted to believe but the tools had been taken away from him. The only thing pure he had left in his life was `Sunset Beach'. He would watch it episode by episode, searching for the true meaning of life, for the truth was out there! "But, but........" he stuttered "what should I do, where should I go?" Scully, looked back earnestly at him, feeling the sadness of his and her sacrifice. "Frankly, my dear. I don't give a damn." Mulder turned to release himself from that terrible apartment. He took a wrong turning along the way and stumbled across Frohicke. The realisation of where Frohicke actually was, hit him hard. He was situated in Scully's bedroom, lying in her bed, fast asleep. Sadness crept over him and he felt his heart breaking, but it was nothing that a large pie and a porn video wouldn't fix. THE END by Julia Winarso Feedback to pwinarso@lineone.net. I hope you all enjoyed this!!!!!! It went on for a little longer that I expected, but never mind. Thanks for reading!