From: "Marianne Dubitsky" Date: Wed, 25 Nov 1998 13:45:06 PST Subject: Re-Submission: The SP-Files (1/2) Title - The SP-Files (1/2) Author - Marianne Dubitsky Email - dubie910@hotmail.com Rating - PG13 (I mean, come on, South Park) Category - Crossover/Humor (XF, South Park) Spoilers - Bad Blood Summary - Mulder and Scully go investigate a familiar pizza guy in a little town called South Park. Disclaimer - Ok, I am in no way associated with the X-Files crew (you know, Mulder, Scully, the Lone G-Men) and have no right to write this, but I did anyway. CC Fox and 1013 does. Oh please sue me and take away my college financial aid... you bastards! Whatever! At least Trey Parker and Matt Stone who have authority over all of South Park aren't assholes! ************** The SP Files by Marianne Dubistky ************** "Good Morning sunshine," Agent Mulder said with an entirely-too-large-for-this-early-in-the-morning smile on his face. Agent Scully responded with an inquisitive look and asked, "Why are you so happy all of a sudden?" "I have just come across the biggest X-File of them all. An entire town where abnormal occurrences are about as common as traffic jams in New York City. We're talking aliens, zombies, and strange people. They even have this guy there that claims to be Jesus and has his own local cable show. This is the Holy Land," Mulder explained over dramatically, while Scully stood in mock amazement with her arms folded. "Were we up late last night watching TV again Mulder?" asked skeptically with an eyebrow raised. "I'm serious Scully. Frohike and Byers found some news articles about the town when they were researching UFO sightings in the Colorado region. I'm telling you, this is the real thing," Mulder continued. Handing over a few computer printouts. "Well, gee Mulder, if Frohike and Byers found them, they must be authentic," Scully replied sarcastically. She quickly scanned the articles. Mulder was right. The articles spoke of aliens, zombies, and other strange occurrences. "So what do you think?" Mulder inquired as he leaned back in his chair. "Where exactly is this 'Holy Land'?" Scully asked, avoiding Mulder's questioning gaze. "South Park, Colorado. Don't forget to bring your snow boots," Mulder said with a smirk as he tossed an airplane ticket on the desk in front of her. ***************** "Turn up the heater Mulder," Scully said as she tried desperately to wrap her coat more tightly around her. "I would, but that's as high as it goes. Come on Scully, it's just a little snow," Mulder teased as he drove through the arctic-like Colorado surroundings. "Just a little snow? Just a little snow? The only thing I've seen for the past half an hour is snow. There's nothing but snow," she retaliated. "Are we complaining?" he asked simply. "Yes I'm complaining. I absolutely detest snow," she answered through chattering teeth. "That's what happens when you grow up in sunny San Diego," Mulder shot back, letting his eyes drift from the road to his partner. Scully was too cold to put up much more of a fight, but she shot him her patented "Shut up Mulder" look anyway. He stifled a laugh and replied, "Calm down, we're almost there." "Woo hoo," Scully mumbled under her breath, secretly hoping Mulder would hear her. He did, but said nothing. Scully's lack of enthusiasm was nothing new to him. In fact, he almost expected it. ****************** "Okay, Mulder, now that we're here, where do we start?" Scully asked, still feeling frozen as they passed the less than inviting "Welcome to South Park" sign on the outskirts of the town. "At the beginning," Mulder replied flippantly. "And with whom does the 'beginning' begin?" Scully asked with equally as much sarcasm. "Four third graders and an anal probe," he stated with an expressionless face. "Third graders! We're here to talk to third graders? I don't believe this," she said incredulously as she raised her hands in the air dramatically. "I thought you liked kids Scully," Mulder responded to her disbelief. A playful twinkle of excitement could be detected in his shining green eyes. "That is entirely beside the point. Third graders Mulder. Did you know that eight year olds are the most likely to exaggerate the facts? Seriously. We're here to talk to third graders?" Scully retorted as she raised an eyebrow and folded her arms to provide more warmth. "Don't give me that look Scully. These kids were witness to every abnormal occurrence in the articles. They are bound to be the best source of information," he stated, defending his case. He parked the car at the local elementary school and zipped up his jacket. "Anal probe huh?" Scully asked as she too prepared for the intense weather that was waiting to greet the two outside. "Yup," he replied with a nod and a wink. He pulled the handle and opened the door. The blast of cold air hit him like only a Midwest winter could. "Anal probe. I'll give you anal probe," Scully muttered with a humph, as she too opened the door to the sub-zero temperature. She hated the cold weather with a passion. March was never like this in California and it was certainly never this cold in Washington. ******************* "Okay now class, settle down. Mr. Head is going to talk to us about the wonderful world of the deep blue sea," Mr. Garrison announced as his third grade class came in from recess. "That's right class. Today we learn about the creatures of the ocean. Does anybody know the name of the two oceans that border the United States?" asked Mr. Head, which was actually a puppet on the hand of Mr. Garrison. "Aren't they the Alabama and the Pennsylvania oceans?" a pudgy kid with cookie crumbs on his face asked. "No way fat ass. Alabama and Pennsylvania are states," another kid informed him. "Yeah Cartman. The Pacific and Atlantic Oceans border the United States, stupid," another kid chimed in. "Goddamn it. Shut up you guys. For the last time, I'm not fat, I'm just big boned," Cartman retaliated. "Yeah right fat ass. You're just big boned and your mom's not a crack whore," the original assailant yelled back. "Damn it, I don't have to take this," Cartman replied. The fight was cut short by the loudspeaker. "Would Eric come to the Principal's office please?" a voice asked. "Ha ha, fat ass. Did you eat all of the cookies in the cafeteria again?" another third grader taunted. "Shut up you son of a bitch. I'm gonna..." Cartman began. The loudspeaker cut him off again. "Would Stan..." "What?" Stan asked. "Kyle..." "Huh?" Kyle said as he turned to look at Stan. "And Kenny..." "Mhhhhhm," Kenny mumbled as he turned to face the other two. "Please come to the office as well?" the voice finished. "Dude, I wonder what this is about," Kyle said. "I bet it's Cartman's fault. Damn it fat ass, what did you do now?" Stan asked addressing Cartman. He was too busy chanting answer, "You guys are in trouble, you guys are in trouble, you guys are in trouble." "Hey, I thought you had to go too," Kyle replied to the chanting. "Huh, oh yeah. Damn it, this sucks!" Cartman stated as the four walked out the classroom door. ******************** "In here guys," Mulder directed as the four entered the school's office. All four were dressed in heavy jackets and other cold weather apparel. One wore his hood so tightly around his head that all you could see was his eyes. "Who the hell are you?" one of the boys asked. "I'm Agent Mulder and this is my partner Agent Scully. We're with the FBI," Mulder informed them. "No way, dude. They wouldn't let a dork like you into the FBI," another said. Mulder turned and looked at Scully, who offered only a raised eyebrow and an I-told-you-so look. "Oh, no? Then this must be fake," he replied as he took out his badge. "Dude, your name is Fox? That's worse than the name Eric," the first kid taunted, laughing at his own joke. The entire group soon joined him. Mulder turned to Scully again for support, but she was trying desperately to hold in her own laughter. "Hey, wait a minute. Goddamn it you asshole son of a..." the fat kid yelled. "Shut up Cartman, Stan was just joking. Dude, you take everything way too seriously," the second speaker said, calming the laughter. "Shut up Kyle" Cartman said, but he didn't retaliate at the comment. Instead, he just glared at Stan. "We'd just like to ask you guys a few questions, okay?" Scully told the group. "About what?" Kyle asked. "Well, we'd like to talk to you about the events your town has experienced over the past year. Can you tell us about your experience?" Mulder explained. "Experience? What the hell's an experience?" Stan asked. "Dude, he wants to know about the aliens," Kyle informed him. "Oh, yeah. They took Kyle's brother Ike and stuck an anal probe in Cartman's ass," Stan replied. "I did not have an anal probe!" Cartman interrupted. "Yeah you did fat ass. Remember, you farted and that satellite thing came out of your ass," Stan stated triumphantly. "They took your brother Ike, Kyle?" Mulder asked, trying to redirect the out of control conversation. "Yeah, but they gave him back after that thing came out of Cartman's ass," Kyle informed him. "Was he hurt in anyway?" Scully inquired. "No, he was just fine. They didn't want him, they wanted some cows and the thing in Cartman's ass," Kyle replied. "Kyle, I swear to God! I didn't not have an alien thing in my ass!" Cartman screamed. "Dude, then why the hell was there fire coming out of your ass?" Stan asked. "My mom says I had explosive gas from eating too many cheesy poofs," Cartman replied confidently. "Mhhm, hmmmh mhmhmh shmhh," the otherwise silent boy with the hood said. "You're right Kenny," Kyle stated. "Damn it Kenny, you poor ass load of crap. Say that again and I'll kick you in the nads!" Cartman retaliated. "What did he just say?" Scully asked. "Didn't you hear him?" Stan asked and both Mulder and Scully shook their heads. "He said Cartman was full of shit." "I am not. I did not have an anal probe!" Cartman yelled, still trying to defend himself. "Anyway, is there anything else you can tell us about these aliens?" Mulder asked. "Nope, I think that's about it," Kyle replied. "What about other strange occurrences in the area?" Mulder tried again. "Well, there was the time Mr. Garrison shot Kathy Lee Gifford, but she was actually an alien. So I guess he shot an alien," Stan said. "And then there was the time that those zombies ran around town killing people, but they thought it was actually pink eye, but it wasn't and we had to kill them by cutting off their heads with chain saws," Kyle added. "Remember that this I made up this thing called Scuzzlebutt and we were hunting it and there turned out that there really was a Scuzzlebutt. It was really big and hairy and had that one TV dude for a leg. And your uncle Jimbo and Ned were gonna shoot it, but the volcano erupted and they built that ditch, but we were on the wrong side, but Scuzzlebutt wove that big basket and saved us," Cartman interjected. "Ammh memmher dhamf hmmmh mmmhhmmh hmmmmhmhhmm mmhhhnh hhmm hhmm mmhhm," Kenny added. "Oh, yeah, but that's not the way it happened," Kyle replied. "What?" Mulder and Scully asked in unison. "What about what?" Stan asked. "First of all, what did he just say?" Mulder asked. "He said that he remembered the time the grim reaper death dude came and was chasing after us. That's the time my Grandpa wanted to die, but the grim reaper dude wanted one of us. Then he killed somebody and disappeared," Stan answered. "What the hell is a 'Scuzzlebutt'?" Scully inquired. "Dude, Scuzzlebutt was this big hairy monster thing that has some TV dude for a leg and wove baskets. He lives up the mountain by Barbara Streisand's big mansion," Kyle said calmly. "Hey, do you remember the time Cartman found that triangle thing and didn't want it and I took it, then he wanted it back and I gave it to him? Then Barbara Streisand kidnapped us and made Cartman give it up. Then she went nuts and put the two triangles together and became that super bitch monster thing. Dude, then Robert Smith came and turned into a butterfly and killed her. That was cool!" Stan replied. "Robert Smith of the Cure saved you from Barbara Streisand?" Mulder asked. "Yeah, he's my hero," Kyle answered. "Is there anything else? Any other strange occurrences? Anything out of the ordinary? Any new people in town that you've never seen before? Anything at all?" Mulder inquired. "You're really into this stuff aren't you?" Kyle asked. Scully nodded and said, "You have no idea." "Dude, what about that weird guy who lives in the trailer park?" Stan addressed Kyle. "Oh yeah, I forgot about him," Kyle replied. "Is there something odd about this man?" Mulder inquired. "Yeah dude, he's really weird. He's always untying people's shoe's," Stan answered. "Does he work in town?" Scully asked. "Yeah, he's the pizza delivery guy," Kyle responded. "Pizza, did somebody say pizza?" Cartman perked up. "Shut up fat ass," Stan yelled. "Anything else you can tell us about this man?" Mulder asked, fishing for any additional information he could pick up. "I think he just graduated from high school. You know, he reminds me of fat ass over there. He's always driving by the creepy cemetery too," Kyle informed them. "Thank you very much. This information will be helpful. You can go back to class now," Scully stated. Mulder glared at Scully as the boys bickered their way out of the room. She noticed his fiery eyes and innocently asked, "What?" "I wasn't finished," he replied, still glaring at her. "Oh come on Mulder. We were done. You honestly didn't believe them, did you. That's a stretch even for you. Seriously now Mulder. Remember, they are eight year olds," Scully retaliated with her eyebrow characteristically raised. "Listen Scully, a few of their stories may have been a little far fetched," Mulder began. Scully immediately cut him off, "A little far fetched? A little far fetched? One word Mulder: Scuzzlebutt. Far fetched does not even begin to cover it!" "What about their claim of an odd individual who just moved into town?" Mulder asked standing up. He was trying to intimidate her with his overpowering frame. She did not back down. She never did. "You practically force fed them the idea. Eight year olds Mulder. Eight years olds will always make something out of nothing if you lead them directly to it." "I don't think so. I think this 'strange' pizza guy is worth checking out," Mulder stated convincingly. "What the hell are we even doing here?" Scully asked simply. He hadn't answered that question. He had avoided it the entire way from Washington. She wondered if there was something he was withholding. He just avoided the question again, "I think we should find a motel." "Damn it Mulder. Why are we here? I want to know. You need to tell me. I'm going to ask again and this time I better get the answer. Why are we here?" Scully demanded. "Feisty! Go G-woman," Mulder replied, effectively avoiding the question for a few seconds longer. He didn't want to tell her because he knew how she would react. She would not be pleased. He stole a glimpse of her infuriated blue eyes. She was already not pleased. "Mulder," she said sternly. He didn't like it when she said his name that way. It reminded him of the way his mother used to say his whole name when he was in trouble. He bent to the pressure, "Okay, okay. Here goes. Dead cows, nocternal exanguinations, two little puncture wounds, the trailer park, weird pizza guy, untied shoe laces, the cemetery. Put them together and what does that spell?" "Ugh, Mulder. You dragged me all the way out here for cows again? I don't believe this. Are you suggesting that the vampire kid from Chaney, Texas moved to South Park, Colorado, is delivering pizza and sucking the blood of South Park cows?" she asked, clearly agitated by the thought. Although seeing Sheriff Hartwell again wouldn't be all that bad. She shuddered at the thought. She couldn't believe that she had possibly had a thing for him. What was she thinking? It had irritated Mulder though. And he had deserved it. Scully still hadn't forgotten about the Dr. Bambi incident from a few years back and had finally instituted a proper revenge. "Why is that not plausible? They had to go somewhere right? They could not have just disappeared of the face of the earth. Why not go to a place that is different from Texas? Colorado is extremely different from Texas," he stated, trying to offer an explanation for his yet again, far-fetched theory. "Ugh, why?" Scully responded by throwing her hands in the air. He said nothing as she sighed and leaned against the table in defeat. "Where is this trailer park?" ********************* (End Part 1/2) *************** The Sp-Files by Marianne Dubitsky ************** (Part 2/2) ************** "Mulder what do you hope to find here?" Scully asked impatiently as they arrived. She looked out of the passenger side window, but all that was visibly was white, powdery snow. The place was beginning to wear thin in the mind of Agent Scully. "Ronny Strickland," he said confidently. Scully looked at him in partial amazement and partial exasperation. She sighed as her facial expressions rendered no response from her determined partner. The two shut the doors of the Ford Taurus that was rented to them and proceeded through the entrance of the Idle Wheels trailer park. "What exactly are we looking for?" Scully asked as he opened the door to the office for her. She decided to give in because fighting with Mulder on this one would prove to be futile. "I don't know," he replied as he tapped the bell on the counter inside the office. "Can I help ya?" a tall overweight man inquired with forced politeness as he stepped out of the back room. He had shaggy hair and a defined jaw line. As he spoke, his mouth revealed a hint of an overbite. "Yes, I'm Agent Mulder and this is my partner Agent Scully, we're from the FBI," Mulder replied as both partners whipped out their badges simultaneously. "FBI huh? Whatcha all want?" the man asked as he squinted to see the names on the badges. He lingered extra long at Scully's picture and smiled almost in recognition as she quickly put it away. "We were looking for a young man named Ronny Strickland. A little shorter than I am, stocky build, curly hair, lots of freckles. Have you seen anyone matching that description?" Mulder inquired, hoping for some kind of a lead. "Uh, nope. I don't reckon so. I mean lots of people come and go and it's hard to keep track of um you know? Is there anything else I could do for ya?" the manager responded. He smiled at Scully and she had the distinct feeling that she had seen him before. "Do you know if a pizza delivery boy lives in this area?" Scully asked, trying to insert herself into the conversation. She had a nagging suspicion that the manager was holding something back. "You know, one might, but I'm not quite sure. I see him here a lot either way. A lot of pizza's get delivered here," he answered. More or less dodging a definite answer. "Do you mind if we take a look around?" Mulder took control of the conversation once again. "Naw, go ahead. Y'all work for the federal government and I'm obliged to do anything I can for ya," he replied willingly, although Scully detected a slight hint of nervousness in his tone. "Thank you, Mr. uh?" Mulder said as he searched to remember the man's name. "I'm sorry, I never introduced myself. The name's Harold Lucwell," the manager replied apologetically. "Well, thank you Mr. Lucwell. Will you be available if we having any further questions?" Mulder asked as he shook the hand of Harold Lucwell. "I reckon so. If I'm not here, I'll be in town," he replied with a nod. "Thank you again for your time," Scully thanked the manager again as Mulder held the door to the office open for her. There was still something that didn't sit quite right with her. Why did the manager seem so vaguely familiar? And why did he seem a little nervous when he agreed to let them take a look around? What was he hiding? *********************** "Mulder, we've been here for two hours. Don't you think we would have found something significant by now?" Scully asked as another shiver ran through her body. She tried to remember the warning signs of hypothermia from her Medical school days. "Just a few more minutes Scully. There's only one trailer left and it definitely resembles the one that Ronny's aunt and uncle owned," Mulder pleaded like a ten year old that wanted to stay out just a little longer on a school night. "Yeah, that's what you said about the other ten trailers that looked exactly like the one that Ronny Strickland's family owned," Scully mumbled in exasperation. She was cold, very cold. All she wanted was to get back to the motel and take a nice warm bath. She smiled at the thought. "Sarcasm will get you nowhere my dear," Mulder replied with a smirk. He approached the trailer door with extreme caution. He knocked rapidly and waited less than patiently for a reply. Finding none he turned to Scully for permission to try the doorknob. She just shrugged and blew air into her gloves, attempting to warm her numb hands. "Hello, anyone home?" Mulder asked as he tried turning the doorknob. As he had expected, the door opened quite easily. Mulder quickly pulled his gun as he stepped into the dark and silent trailer. He flipped the light switch next to the door and was almost delighted at the sight he saw. Scully stepped past him into the trailer and sighed, "There has got to be another cause of this." She walked over to the body and checked the man's pulse. Nothing. Turning his head to the side revealed two small puncture wounds on his neck. She sighed again and silently refused to look at Mulder. She could feel the triumphant sparkle in his eyes as they burrowed a whole through her back. He undoubtedly had a smirk on his face and she just waited to hear the flippant comment that would accompany it. "Cause of death anyone?" Mulder asked as he strolled over to the body. "Don't say it Mulder. I don't want to hear it. I'm not doing an autopsy either, since you seem to know exactly what this man died from," she replied. She was cold and tired, and was not pleased that Mulder's hunch appeared to be true. "I wasn't going to make you do an autopsy because I do know what this man died from. There seems to be plenty of pizza left over," Mulder said as he held up the half-empty pizza box. "So where to now?" Scully asked, waiting impatiently to be whisked away in a possible wild goose chase. "We're off to talk to Pepe, of Pepe's Pizza Palace," he informed her as he held up the pizza box. ************************ "Hey guys. My mom said we can order a pizza," Cartman informed the group. "Dude, shut up so we can hear the movie," Kyle replied as he only slightly pulled his attention away from the television screen. "Ok, I'll just go order the pizza then and you guys can sit here and keep watching the movie okay?" Cartman suggested. "Fine Cartman, just go order the damn pizza," Stan said, waving for Cartman to just hurry up and do it already. "Cartman do this, Cartman do that, Cartman, order the goddamn pizza, Cartman, Cartman, Cartman," Cartman grumbled as he walked into the kitchen to order the pizza. *********************** "Dude, get the door. I bet it's the pizza guy," Stan yelled at Cartman without even lifting his eyes from the television screen. "Cartman do this, Cartman do that. Damn it, I am abused!" Cartman complained as he waddled to the door. "Did somebody order a pizza?" the delivery boy asked. "Yeah, here you go," Cartman said as he paid the pizza guy. "Ok then, enjoy," the chubby pizza guy said. Cartman just snorted and slammed the door in his face. "Dude, was it that weird pizza guy?" Stan asked as her took a slice of pizza. "That guy creeps me out!" Kyle replied as he too took a slice of pizza. ********************** "Yeah, we have a delivery guy with that description. He just took off on a delivery about twenty minutes ago," Pepe stated with concern in his voice. "What house was that to?" Mulder asked urgently. "Uh, the Cartman house," the owner replied as he looked over the order. "Thank you sir. Come on Scully, let's go," Mulder yelled as he ran our of the pizza place. ********************** The boys sat, huddled against the couch, and silently observed the spinning room before them. Kyle tried to yell out to Cartman's mother, but couldn't find the strength. The front door creaked as a large individual stepped into the house. He made his way slowly towards the group of passed out third graders. He paused for a moment, as if to decide which boy would be the first victim. He decided on smallest to largest, that way, he wouldn't get too full too quickly. A pair of eyes examined the first prey. He quickly ripped off the boy's hood and sunk his teeth into the soft flesh. He licked his lips as the boy's lifeless body fell limp against the others. He silently contemplated which victim would be next in line. He towered over them and laughed at how easy his prey was caught. Bang! The door crashed open and the predator swung around to face the invaders. "Alright Ronny, hands up! Put your hands up and move away from the couch!" Agent Mulder shouted. "Do it now," Scully ordered, her gun aimed at Ronny Strickland's chest. Ronny put up his hands and started to move away slowly. As Mulder and Scully relaxed their grip on their guns, Ronny bolted for the door. Mulder chased after him and ordered Scully to take care of the boys. Scully could hear the sound of one car starting and then another. She hurried over to the huddled boys and began to shake the three living ones. The trio stirred from there sleep and rubbed their eyes warily. Stan looked over at Kenny's dead body and proclaimed, "Oh my god! He killed Kenny!" Kyle noticed Kenny's body as well and replied, "You bastard!" "Do you boys feel alright?" Scully asked, being the concerned doctor that she is. "Yeah, I could go for a pie or some cheesy poofs right now though," Cartman answered. "Shut up fat ass! You ate all of the pie and cheesy poofs two hours ago," Stan informed him. "Oh," Cartman muttered. Scully's cell phone rang as the boys started another argument. "Scully", she replied with a sigh. "Scully, it's me. I lost him. He crashed the car and ran off into the woods near the trailer park. I'm going to start looking here, so come meet me in the trailer park office," Mulder informed her. "I'll be right there," Scully answered. She sighed as the boys yelled at each other. "Son of a bitch, I am not fat!" Cartman yelled as Scully closed the front door behind her. ********************* Scully entered the office of the Idle Wheels trailer park half frozen from her stroll though the streets of South Park. The manager greeted her with a warm smile. "Howdy ma'am. Your partner told me to tell you to wait here until he calls. Why don't you have a seat?" "Figures," Scully muttered as she plopped down in a waiting chair. She was ready to kill Mulder for ditching her yet again, and for taking their only mode of transportation. "You look real cold. Would you like some coffee to warm you up?" Mr. Lucwell asked with a grin. Scully smiled back and replied, "That would be nice. Thank you." He slipped into the back room and came out moments later with two mugs of steaming hot coffee. "Sugar or cream?" he offered. "No, thanks," she said, eager to take a sip of the warm liquid. Her throat was instantly thawed as she took a drink. "Mmm, thank you again." "My pleasure. You know, I didn't expect to see ya again so soon," Mr. Lucwell stated as he blew on his own coffee. Scully raised an eyebrow at this statement asked, "Excuse me?" "Well, I just didn't think y'all would track us down this easily. We really need to keep Ronny in check. And I apologize for doing this to ya again. I'm real sorry," he replied. The room began to spin as Mr. Lucwell took Scully's coffee cup. The reason that he seemed familiar suddenly dawned on her. Harold Lucwell was Sheriff Lucious Hartwell. "Mmm hmm," Scully murmured as her body went limp and the room went black. ****************** Agent Mulder silently lurked among the trailers. His finger rested on the trigger of his gun. A twig snapped in the distance. Mulder moved slowly towards the sound. He heard a trailer door close in the next row over. He held his breath as he rounded the corner. He slowly made his way around the corner trailer. The grip on his gun tightened quickly. "Alright you little bastard. Where are you?" he muttered as he prepared to open the door of Ronny Strickland's suspected hiding place. He quickly took a deep breath and swung open the door. He hopped inside and aimed his gun into the darkness of the trailer. A shadow swiftly moved in the darkness and lunged at Mulder. The figure tackled him and both went flying outside through the trailer door. "I don't want to go through this with you Ronny," Mulder grunted as they struggled on the snow-covered ground. Ronny's eyes lit up in a glow and he opened his mouth as if preparing to bite Mulder. Mulder grabbed his gun which had fallen next to him and hit Ronny in the face with it. Ronny lay sprawled on the ground and Mulder pointed the gun at him. "Ronny Strickland, you are under arrest for the second time. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can an?" Mulder looked up momentarily to find himself surrounded by many pairs of glowing eyes. "Damn it not again." "Back away from the boy Agent Mulder," a tall member of the group ordered. The group closed in around him. Mulder backed away from Ronny and aimed his gun at the tall member of the group. "Don't come any closer," he yelled. The group did not comply. He twirled around and pointed his gun at various glowing eyes. "Stop or I'll shoot!" he yelled again. Mulder cried out as a sharp pain was felt in the back of his neck. His world turned black as he felt himself fall to the ground. ******************** Scully began to slowly stir from her slumber. She yawned and sluggishly opened her eyes to examine her surroundings. The room was dimly lit and sunshine peaked through the drapes on the window. She was laying on someone in a bed. The person had their arm around her and she was resting her head on their chest. She felt very safe and very comfortable. Sleep overcame her once more and she snuggled up closer to her companion in the bed. Mulder stirred in his surprisingly deep state of slumber. His mind went to work as he realized that he was not at home. His eyes refused to open, so he semi-consciously assessed his environment. He was lying in a bed. Someone was resting their head on his chest and he had his arm around them. He smiled as he began to stoke the person's soft hair. A content little sigh came from the person whose hair he was stroking. Mulder realized that last nights' sleep was the best he had in years. Scully pulled herself out of sleep again and took a deep intake of morning air. She detected the sweet scent of something familiar. Something she enjoyed being around. She took another whiff and realized that the air smelled like someone rather than something. A smile pursed her lips as she realized whom it smelled like. "Mmm, Mulder?" she sighed. "Mmm hmm," Mulder mumbled as someone called his name. Scully opened her eyes quickly as the person under her answered her call. She looked up at the face of her companion. Mulder felt the parson stir and looked down at her. They sprang apart faster than two dogs with the hose turned on them. Scully struggled to find words to fit this situation. Mulder was having the same problem. The two finally agree on something. "I was drugged!" **************** The End **************** So? Did it blow? Yup thought so. Drop me a line PLEASE!!! dubie910@hotmail.com Props to Luc for Idle Wheels Trailer Park Props to John for Pepe's Pizza Props to Stacie for reading it Props to Jennifer for laughing at me Props to the Family for being so cool Later!