From: BbyBlue84@aol.com
Date: Sat, 4 Sep 1999 19:06:36 EDT
Subject: Christina's Fanfiction, Part 1
Source: direct


 The Mouse

    "Mulder, get over here *now*," a familiar voice ordered over the phone.
    Instantly, he was alarmed. "What's wrong, Scully? Are you OK?"
    For a minute, there was silence. The she let out a small scream. "Just 
get over here, quick."
    The phone went dead.
    Swearing to himself, Mulder jumped up from his desk and took off out the 
door.

    A little while later, he pulled up in front of Scully's apartment. 
Running up her front steps, he reached her door in record time and began 
pounding it.
    "Scully? Scully, open the door."
    "Mulder," came her muffled voice, "I can't get to the door."
    "Are you OK?"
    No answer.
    "Scully?"
    Still no answer.
    With a determined look, Mulder pulled out his gun and kicked her door 
open in one swift motion. Stepping in the living room, he flipped on a light 
switch, and looked  around, keeping his gun up. 
    "Scully?"
    "Mulder, I'm in here!"
    He followed the voice to her bedroom and stopped short in the doorway. 
    Scully was sitting on her bed, hair a mess and blood on the front of her 
green shirt. When she saw him, she looked up from the spot on the floor she 
had been staring at, and sighed. "Thank God."
    Lowering his gun slightly, he stared at her. *Guess she didn't hear me 
kick her door open.* "What's wrong?"
    "There's this... t-thing under my bed."
    Now he dropped the gun to his side and frowned. "Is this some kind of 
joke? You really had me worried. I--"
    They both heard the noise at the same time, and Mulder stopped. It was 
kind of a scratching sound, and it made Scully jump. 
    "See? I told you. I think it's a killer mouse." She frowned when he began 
to laugh. "This is not funny. There's a dead one in the kitchen. I think the 
one under the bed killed him."
    Shaking his head, he kneeled in front of her bed and peered under it. 
After a moment, he stuck his hand under and felt around for a second. 
"Scully, I think-- AGHHH!" he yelled and yanked his hand back and held it to 
his chest.
    Her eyes were wide. "Did it bite you? Are you OK? I told you--" She 
stopped again when she saw him smile. "Mulder! That was *so* not funny."
    "Oh, but it *so* was."
    She folded her arms and gave him her best icy glare. 
    "I'm sorry, Scully. Do you have a flashlight so I know what I'm touching 
down here?"
    "It's not like I have anything besides shoes under there." He gave her a 
look. She sighed. "They're in the kitchen, in my coat pocket."
    After a minute, he looked up at her from his place on the floor. "Well? 
Are you going to get it?"
    She shook her head. "I'm not getting off this bed until you catch this 
thing."
    "You know, you're a grown woman, a medical doctor nonetheless, and after 
all that we've seen and done... you're afraid of a mouse?"
    "Look, I have a thing with mice."
    Mulder shrugged and stood. "Well, there's no place like the present to 
over come your... thing."
    Scully shook her head. "Some things are better left unconquered."
    "Come on, I'll go with you, we'll do it quick."
    With a sigh, she said, "OK, but then you're catching and getting rid of 
the thing, got it?"
    He nodded.
    Slowly, she stood up and darted away from the bed. Stopping in the 
doorway, she said, "Are you coming, Mulder?"
    He nodded again and followed her into the kitchen. 
    She grabbed her jacket from the back of a chair, pulled the flashlight 
out, dropped the jacket back and headed for the safety of her bed. 
    When she was a few feet away, Scully saw the mouse run out from under the 
bed. Dropping the flashlight, she walked backwards slowly, not caring where 
she was headed, as long as it was away from that mouse.
    "Nice mouse. Don't hurt me, OK?"
    The mouse stared at her and blinked a couple of times.
    She kept backing up until she bumped into Mulder. At that moment, the 
mouse began to walk their way, and she panicked. 
    "Mulder, get out of the way, he's coming!" she cried when she saw he was 
blocking her way out. 
    "Scully, it's just a mouse."
    "Get out of my way!"
    "No, this is ridiculous--" he stopped short when Scully launched herself 
into his arms. Reacting quickly, he caught her and sighed. "Scully," he said 
to the back of her head, the front staring at the mouse on the floor.
    "SSHH! Get me out of here. I can't stay here. I need to--"
    "Calm down. You need to calm down. Look at me, Scully."
    She turned, and it was only then she realized how close their faces were. 
Taking a deep breath, she said, "Mulder, put me on my bed and then please 
catch that... thing."
    He walked forward and unceremoniously dumped her on the bed. Without 
faltering, or thinking for that matter, he scooped up the mouse and walked 
out.
    When he reappeared a few minutes later, he was empty handed. 
    Cautiously, Scully stood and walked over to him. "What did you do with 
it?"
    "Don't worry about it, its gone."
    "You didn't kill it, did you?"
    Mulder didn't answer. 
    "You killed it?! Oh of all the sick, twisted things to do--"
     "I thought you wanted me to get rid of it," he said, sounding irritated. 
    "Mulder, we're not in the *mafia*! I just wanted it out of my apartment!" 
she cried.
    "Well, now it's gone," he said, not seeing the problem.
    She looked at him in amazement. "But you killed it!"
    "Whatever, Scully. Do you want to explain to me why you have blood on 
your shirt?"
    For a moment, she looked confused. Then she said, "I was cutting an apple 
when I first saw... them, and I was so startled I guess I cut myself."
    He looked down at her hands. "Well, are you OK?" he asked, taking one of 
her hands in his own and studying it.
    "I'm fine. It was just a little prick. I'll go clean it now," she said, 
pulling her hand from his. She started for the door, and halfway there, she 
stopped. Without turning around, she said, "Could you please... dispose of 
the body in my kitchen?"
    "Mmmhmm."
    Scully walked out, and a few seconds later, he heard, "Mulder, what the 
hell did you do to my front door?!"