Scrabble in the Snow
by Kristi Peterson


Hi, this is an extremely short little thing that hit me when I was 
driving home from work one night. You know the kind of thing that
just bugs you until you write it down. Well, if you have any kind
of comments or whatever, please oh please please please send me
e-mail. I'm sure I'll write you back considering I hardly have any
life beyond swimming, school and occasionally working. Remember
the address is MSK.Peterson.Blue@worldnet.att.net  (isn't it a 
strange feeling when you remember you e-mail address like it was
your phone number???)

Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully are not mine (sigh, don't I wish they
were) they belong to Chris Carter and so on and so forth. As far
as my concious mind goes, the story is mine unless my subconcious
is plotting against me by ripping off some other writer. Oh and
the game Scrabble belongs to um, well whatever company makes Scrabble.
	
Enjoy...


Scrabble in the Snow
     by Kristi Peterson

Mulder stared down at his letters: 'O', 'E', 'V', 'I'. He looked 
back at the board. Spying an 'L', he spelled out his word. Then 
he looked up at Scully, "Hah, I only have one letter left."

Scully looked back at him from staring out the window where a 
seemingly endless wall of snow was falling. After arriving at 
Crookston, a town in the northwestern corner of Minnesota, 
their chances for investigation had been cut off by a huge snowstorm. 
Now, stuck in a motel room, they had been reduced to playing endless 
games of Scrabble. She sighed and looked back at the board. She 
gathered the rest of her letters and spelled ANESTHESIA. Scully picked 
up her letter holder and waved it around to show it was empty.

Mulder grumbled, "I still had a stupid 'I'."

Scully looked down to where he had put down his last word, "Mulder 
instead of putting down LOVE, why didn't you just spell OLIVE."

"Um...Subliminal messaging?" Mulder asked trying to look at her with 
innocent puppy eyes.

Scully rolled her own eyes, reached over and patted him on the head, 
then dumped the board over for another game.

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See I told you it was short. No, I don't live in Crookston, MN I just
have a cousin there who has gotten way more than her fair share of 
snow.

"The truth will save you Scully, I think it will save both of us."

"Put on something black and sexy and prepare for some funky poaching."

					-"Momento Mori"