Date sent: Sat, 2 Aug 1997 10:38:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Afshan Ahmad Subject: "Scanner" Hi! :) I wrote this story between last night and this morning. I hope you like it enough to archive it. :) "SCANNER" Part 1 of 1 By: Afshan Ahmad Concept: Afshan Ahmad with help from LGMs kewl new toy. Mulder / Humour / little bit-o-angst. Spoilers: None Rating: PG - except for the word Bitch' Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully are property of The Man - Chris Carter & Ten Thirteen Productions. Who here thinks that Chris should publicly give permission for fans to use the characters Dana Scully' and Fox Mulder' for Fan-Fiction? Summary: Mulder finds a scanner in Scully's car and over hears some very interesting conversations. SCANNER. ^^^^^^^^^^ "Bye Mulder," Scully was tired, all she wanted to do was get the necessary items from a grocery store, go home, and relax. "Wait, Scully, can you give me a ride home?" "Sure, I have to go to the grocery shop anyway" Scully sighed, she was tired, but she didn't mind driving to Mulders. The grocery store was on the way. They both grabbed their trench coats and headed to Scully's car. She had been saving up for this car for the longest time. Scully was sick of driving those 'company cars,' and wanted something she could call her own. The Audi A4 was her second biggest purchase since the apartment, it had been over 4 years, it was time for a reward. "Nice wheels," Mulder always teased her about the colour. Red. It was so 'un-Scully,' thought Mulder. Scully could sense the fact that Mulder had one more thing to respect about Scully. She had her very own car. He wondered how she kept it. The last time he had been in her car she had seen him at the bus stop and decided to give him a ride to work. What it really was, was a ride into the parking lot and witness to the game 'find a spot.' It was going to be another three weeks to get her own parking spot , Scully though as she finally made it to the car. She turned the key and all the doors unlocked at once. Mulder got in, adjusted the seat, and got comfy. Simultaneously, Scully got in, started the car, and put down her window. They had been driving for about 15 mins when Scully made a sharp turn into a grocery store parking lot. This woke Mulder. "Mulder, I have to get a few things I won't be long." Without even looking at Mulder, Scully grabbed her wallet and left the car. It was a nice evening, not to cold, not too hot. It was getting a little dark. Mulder reached behind him to pull a file from his briefcase, but something else caught his eye. It looked like a walkie-talkie. Mulder picked it up instead. "Cool." Mulder said at the realization of what this mysterious object in the back of Scully's car was. It was a scanner. Mulder turned it on a tried to find a signal. The band read 857.23105. All Mulder heard was static. He remembered from his days in FBI training that the frequency for cellular phones was in the 890 range. He pushed the button marked manual and typed in 8 9 0 . There was no static this time. This time, there were voices. "So, what you want me to do?" it was a female, Jamaican accent, and she seemed pissed off. "Look baby, I love you but, I think I...," this voice was a male's, but Mulder could hardly hear him. "You think you what?, come, on just say it." the woman knew what was coming to her. "I think I've, programmed myself, not to.." the man knew what he had to do. "..not to what.." the woman expected it, but not like this. "Sheela, I have to say, I've programmed myself not to fall in love." "Oh, David.." She started to cry. Mulder concluded that this couple was about the break up. How sad. What a great line, Mulder thought, but how sad indeed. Mulder pressed the button marked H. He hit another frequency. "Hello you have reached Mario and 299-5496, please leave your number at the sound of the tone..beeeeep" "Mario, it's me man, call me I gotta know what's going down." it sounded like the voice of a young boy, mischievous perhaps? What was going down? Would this involved the FBI? Mulder hoped not, he had enough paperwork to do. It was probably just some kids having fun. Mulder pushed the button and got another frequency. "BITCH!" This voice caught Mulder by surprise. "Finally something interesting," he turned up the volume. "Who you callin' a bitch?" Answered a woman. "You baby." It was the voice of a sultry male. This was better than any old video Mulder had been renting. "Oh, Nick, say it.." moaned the woman. "Over the phone?" asked the man. "Yeah..come..on..say it." "I can't say it over the phone.." "Aw, why not, you say it to me in the sack, come on, I wanna feel what I feel when you... say it to me over the phone." she groaned the last words. "I'd feel stupid." "Why?" the woman shrieked in an unrecognizable accent, "do you feel stupid saying it when your with me? "No, that's not it, baby, I love you but I can't say it over the phone." "Come on Nicky..Baby.." "Yeah, come on Nicky baby, SAY IT!" Mulder yelled. A woman passed him by on foot and looked at him. Mulder turned down the volume and realized he had said that out-loud. The woman walked away. Mulder turned up the volume. "Oh, yes, Nicky baby, thank you..." Damn, Mulder had missed the rest of the conversation. He pushed the button marked H and hit another frequency. Static. "Damn, what the hell did he say?" Mulder said, quietly to himself, as he searched for another frequency. He heard a loud noise, then laughing. He smiled at himself, and listened. "Yeah, so Johnny, what's the deal with you and that chick?" "Chris, my man, she ain't just any old chick,' she's my new *love*" "Ha, ha, you gone Johnny boy, you gone, gone, gone!" "I think I love her Chris." "Really?" "Booring.." Mulder Yawned. He fiddled with the 'squelch' knob and found another frequency. It was a ringing telephone. A double ring. Another answering machine. "Hello you've reached Dana Scully-" Mulder's eyes bugged out. "At 555-1020, please leave a message at the sound of the tone." Oh, who's calling Scully? He thought. "Hi Dana," It was the sound of a male. "It's me," just as the male was about to state his name - Static. "DAMN!" Mulder tried to find the frequency again. "I was wondering what you are doing this weekend," He found it. "If you're not busy, maybe we could get together? And Talk?" He sounded *needy*. What had Scully done to this guy? Who was this guy? "I have a new phone number, so call me when you get a chance. It's 555-" Mulder desperately searched for a pen. He found one and wrote on his hand. "6427. Bye Dana." "555-6427" he said out loud. Mulder could easily get the name, and address of this guy who calls Scully 'Dana.' All he had to do was call Danny. For the first time he actually felt his cell phone in his pocket. By this time it was dark enough so that he could see Scully at the check out counter. He watched as she paid, grabbed the bags and headed for the car. She dumped the groceries in the back seat and got in the front. Scully eyed Mulder and saw that he had found her 'toy.' She took it out of his hand opened the glove compartment, and tossed it in there where it belonged. "Mulder, you're not the only one with a hobby." She said as she started the car. He proceeded to close the glove compartment, when he saw a blue book marked, Scanner.' Mulder shut the compartment, and closed his eyes. That last conversation was none of his business. The End. What do ya think? Scully1@vcn.bc.ca Check out my one and other Fan-Fic "Chez Ritz" :) Scully/Queenie/SLIDER in T.O. 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