From math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.ycc.yale.edu!yale!news-mail-gateway!daemon Fri Aug 2 10:07:24 1996 Article: 22219 of alt.tv.x-files.creative Path: math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.ycc.yale.edu!yale!news-mail-gateway!daemon From: Gil Trevizo Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: Mulder's Day Off 1/1 (Humor) :) (fwd) by Scout Date: 2 Aug 1996 02:52:28 -0400 Organization: Yale CS Mail/News Gateway Lines: 219 Sender: daemon@cs.yale.edu Message-ID: <19960802025226.aaaa000yE@babyblue.cs.yale.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: babyblue.cs.yale.edu Status: RO I DID NOT WRITE THIS - I am the administrator for the x-files-fanfic mailing list and am posting this story for a subscriber. For information on the mailing list, go to "http://mail.utep.edu/~trevizo/x-files". Please do not send comments for the author to me -- send them to "amathews@kilvington.schnet.edu.au". You may direct requests for missing parts to me though. __________ / __ __ \ ( (__) (__) ) --------[[[---------]]]------------------------------------------------- Hey all!! Hope you enjoy this short little diddy... I would absolutely *love* any feedback, comments, and genreal discussion... heck, why don't just e-mail me? :) *grin* DISCLAIMER: Mulder, Scully and Queequag are *all* mine... Heheheh, just kidding, but hey, it was worth a try!!!! :) *grin* Ok, CC owns *everything* here! Don't sue me!! :o) SUMMARY: Ummmm... errr... well, let's just say Mulder *needs* an appointment with those nice men in white coats.... :) DEDICATION: Ok, this is dedicated to: Kathy 'Why?' Marshall, Rebecca 'Why not?' Moore, Christie 'I've lost my socks' Smallwood, Joanne 'Nique' Tellefson, Paisu 'I am in *love* with Hercule Poirot' Tang and Yasmine (Glad your name's not Scarlet!) O'Hara.... I am at a loss for words for you people... *smiles* :) (btw, Ou est le chat?) :D ***NOTE: This contains (unusual?) humor! :D ------------------------------------------------------------------------ MULDER'S DAY OFF By Scout * * * It had been a long day at FBI headquarters and Special Agent Dana Scully was in no mood... So when she received a call from her partner, asking for a ride from the particular crime scene he was working on, she was too tired to protest. Yawning, Scully climbed into her car and as she started the engine, she recalled Mulder saying something about the asprin he had taken... Asprin? When Scully finally arrived at the site, she was suprised to find that Mulder was no where in site... 'Mulder?' She called into the cold night air. Agent Dana Scully jumped when her partners face appeared inches for hers. 'Mulder!! You startled me!.. C'mon, let's go!' He nodded, and the two agents climbed into the car. Finally, once in the car, Mulder spoke. 'Your tie is ringing.' 'I beg your pardon?' 'Your tie is ringing.' 'Mulder, what the- ?!' 'Your tie is *ringing*, Scully!' This time his voice was impatient. 'Mulder' She stared slowly, 'I'm not wearing a tie.' Her partener sighed. He looked perplexed. 'Scully... ANSWER IT!' Scully glanced at her partner. A concererned look shadowed her face... 'Mulder, have you been drinking?' 'What's a drink?' Scully muttered under her breath. 'Twist and shout!' Cried Mulder 'I beg your pardon?' 'Twist and shout!' 'Mulder, I don't think you're too well...' 'And?' 'AND?!?! What are-' 'Remember when you fell down the fridge?' 'The *WHAT*?!' 'The fridge.' 'I'm afraid I don't recall-' 'k?' She stared at him. 'k?' he repeated Opened mouth, Scully shook her head. 'k? What-' 'k! k! k!' Mulder sang. 'Yes, a very interesting letter...' 'I *love* k.... Scully?' 'Yes?' 'I've got something to tell you....' 'Yes?' 'I'm getting married!' 'You are?' 'Yes! To Queequag!!!' 'Oh... um.. well, um, *congratulations*.' 'Thank you.' They were nearing Mulder's appartment, now. Scully carefully parked the car in the nearest available space. 'Where are we?' 'You're home, Mulder.' 'Oh. What's a home?' She wasn't even going to *bother* with that one... 'C'mon, out we get!' In an attempt to scramble from the car to the front door, Mulder managed to get his foot jammed between the door, knock over three pot plants, fall on Scully twice, and repeat his undying love for Queequag several times... When Scully had *finally* managed to get Mulder safely into his appartment, she was suprised to find an opened bottle of pills on the counter that looked vaguely familiar... 'Mulder, what's this?' She said and held up the bottle. 'Asprin!' Mulder muttered. He was sprawled across the couch, just about to doze off... All those asprins made him sleepy... 'Mulder-' Scully began. 'k?' 'Mulder!! Stop it! How many of these pill have you taken?' 'k?' 'Yes, alright, K! But how *many* have you taken?' 'k?' 'MULDER?!?!' 'Hello.' 'HOW MANY OF THESE *FRIGGIN* PILLS HAVE YOU TAKEN?' 'Ten' 'Ten?!' 'Yeah... *why*?' 'Mulder, these pills aren't asprin...' Scully paused. 'These are Queequags worming pills.' Mulder turned and looked his partner straight in the eye. Without flinching, he said clearly: 'You know Scully, your tie is *still* ringing...' *********************************************************** ~~~The End~~~ *********************************************************** --Scout :) @>--'--,-- ==================================== ====================================