From: "Spooky Jr." Date: Sat, 19 May 2001 19:26:16 -0000 Subject: Through Another's Eyes by Spooky Jr. Source: direct Title: Through Another's Eyes Author: Spooky Jr. Rating: PG-13 Category: MS Friendship, Angst Spoilers: None Keywords: MSF, MSA Summary: In the eyes of another person Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing them! Don't sue please! Mulder, Scully, Kersh and Skinner belong to CC and so on so forth. The 3 characters I named are after the 3 soccer players I hate most in the English Premier League. Die Kewell of Leeds United, die Flo of Chelsea and die Bergkamp of Arsenal! Long live Manchester United, the best soccer team in the world! And we got the Treble to prove it! Soccer is the best game in the world! And thank you to Nina for helping me a bit on this! Happy Nina? Comments: Do I have to beg? Mail to spooky_jr@hotmail.com Through Another's Eyes I hate Christmas. Just hate it. But I hated my job more. Part-time job anyway. My Uncle Skinner, he works for the FBI. So whenever I'm free from school I go to his office. I'm the office-girl. After all, I have no other qualifications. And yes, I have no social life. Hardly one, considering I work almost every day after school, unless I have assignments. But I don't care. I have my 2 best friends, I have my car, what else could I ask for? For Christmas never to come? I'm not Christian. My mom married an Asian. And they're both atheists, so I couldn't really care about the holidays. But somehow Christmas always gets me down. I hate those gaudy looking, well, *decorations* as they call it. Gives the whole place a messy, disorganized look. But other than that, I can't complain. After all, Christmas means sales! Oops, sorry, back to my point. So anyway I work at the FBI. I get whatever Uncle Skinner needs, and somehow or other I wound up being *everyone's* office girl. And some of them are pretty nasty too. Wait, downright nasty. They couldn't care less even if you're the A.D.'s daughter- they treat you the same. Sometimes I wonder how they wind up being FBI Agents. Especially 3 women I'd like to call the 3 Bitches. Short, sweet, and simple. They're a spitting image of those high school bitches every guy drools after and every girl hates. Sort of like Jolene and Lynn at my school. Usually they end up, well, marrying early or something. I hate Kewell, Flo and Bergkamp. How those 3 got to be FBI Agents is a mystery. Maybe even an X-File. I grin as I lift the cup of coffee to my lips. I like thinking in the xerox room. When it's quiet and no one's yelling, no wait, shrilling, "May Ling!". It was Flo's idea to call me by my Chinese name. What the hell was so wrong with Caitlin? Cait would have been fine. Uncle Skinner calls me that. And his secretary too. And Mul... Mul... Mulder! Yeah, Mulder and Scully. I like those two. They're really nice people. I don't talk to them much, but at least they don't go around yelling for me to do something for them. Not that I mind, it's my job, but then again, to put up with all that yelling! A simple request would have been fine. Damn, I'm drifting off again. Well, I know the Dynamic Duo, as I call them, from those stories Uncle Skinner tells me. Hair-raising, that's what I'd call it. But I like them. Unfortunately, the 'like' factor for those two only cover about me, Uncle Skinner and Christine, the secretary. We don't care about making other people's lives miserable. Though I can think of a certain 3 people who deserve to live miserable lives. Well anyway back to the Dynamic Duo. I can honestly say they're the best of friends. Kind of rare between a man and a woman. Kind of like Sean and me. But their relationship is *way* beyond the type of friendship Sean and I have. It's almost transcends reality. But whatever it is, I think it's great. Although some people think a man and a woman can't work together without jumping on each other head first. I'll bet you a week's salary Bergkamp's slept with almost every guy on the 6th floor. Damn damn damn, I can't seem to get to the point. So, the Dynamic Duo are what you would call the 'star attraction' of the social scene at the FBI. Kewell, Flo and Bergkamp (KFB, as I'll call them) seemed to enjoy using this to their amusement. And I didn't like it. Didn't like it one bit. These are FBI Agents!! Not high school kids. Oh well, I guess the higher you go, the more complicated it gets. No wonder Mom hates going out with her office-mates. Kewell had this thing about Mulder. HAD, I'd like to emphasize. Apparently he brushed her off at a bar one evening a few years back. And not one of those simple flirts and stuff. She was practically rubbing all over him, according to Christine. And he just pushed her away and said something really loud so everybody there heard. Which covered most of the agents. That day onwards I heard she hated him. She's the leader. F & B are followers. She spited him, she mumbled nasty comments should she pass him, hell, she even brought Scully into the picture. I don't see what Scully did to her. Scully always avoided her if and when possible. Sometimes I feel sorry for those two. Stuck in the basement. And should they venture out, ah, the perils of walking in the hallways of the FBI should KFB be around! One day Kewell had this really great (I'm rolling my eyes here) idea. They were discussing it in the xerox room. Little did they know I was there. I was behind a couple of shelves and crouched down, picking up some papers from a file I dropped. They yelled, no, shrilled for me when I dropped the file, and I didn't like them, so I couldn't be bothered. KFB, in the spirit of Christmas, decided to have a little fun at the expense of the Dynamic Duo. At the little party they were planning after work in one of the conference rooms. Everyone was invited. And that included me. At that moment I didn't want to go, but after hearing those bitches planning to make the Dynamic Duo's lives miserable, I decided it might be worth a watch. After all, those two won't take anything lying down. Or so I hoped. So there I was one Friday evening, at Conference Room 1, the biggest of all. There was punch, eggnog and lots of cookies and even more of those gaudy things. In the spirit I wore a holly pin just for the heck of it. After all, it was Christmas. Uncle Skinner was there too, but he was busy talking to the other agents, so I chose a little corner to melt into the background. I guess I was the only one to notice, other than KFB, that Mulder and Scully had arrived. Surprisingly, KFB didn't do anything, yet. My heart sank towards the evening, dreading what was to come. I sat there drinking my punch. I had to drive home after all. "Hi, shouldn't you be out there having fun?" Scully asked me. She smiled. And when she smiled, she had a beauty that was almost incandescant. I shook my head. She put a hand on my shoulder and said Merry Christmas. I replied back. She kind of reminds me of my sister, except she's an obnoxious pain. And then Mulder waved at me. I waved back. I guess I wasn't as invisible as I thought. He came over to talk to me a while, merely out of politeness, but it was nice to talk to him. After all, despite being different from all of us, he's only human. Basically they stuck together, as if tearing away from each other would leave them defenseless. I hoped that might stop KFB. It didn't, I'm sorry to say. I watched Scully whisper something to Mulder, then she left the room. Obviously to the bathroom. I casually followed her out. When I heard the click of the toilet stall locking, I entered the bathroom and chose the last stall, leaving a crack open. It was then I heard KFB enter. They shuffled around, but I knew exactly what they were doing. If I stopped them, it would be suicidal. I heard the toilet flush and Scully came out of the stall. I watched through the crack. She smiled amiably and KFB. Kewell stepped a little closer to Scully. "Hey bitch," Kewell said. Scully spun to face her. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." Scully gave a blank look. "The Ice Queen without her partner, Mrs Spooky all alone without Spooky himself..." And then a stream of the most vulgar and unthinkable words streamed out of Kewell's mouth. Some were punctuated by Bergkamp, while Flo just stood there grinning. Scully just stood there, taking it all. Man, do I admire her. And then Kewell pulled an unexpected move. She pushed Scully against the wall. There was a tussle, and Flo and Bergkamp joined in, so Scully lost. Her hair was dishevelled, but her face impassive. I saw some blood trickling from her forehead. Kewell then said something I shouldn't even mention (after all, there might be kids around) and left with Flo and Bergkamp. I watched Scully get up. She limped slightly. They must have hit her quite bad. She walked towards the door. Suddenly she tripped and fell. I thought I heard a whimper, but I guess it must have been my imagination. KFB put a string there to trip her. I heard the door open again. This time hearing Flo's voice. I opened the door wider. They were dragging a defenseless Scully out. "The Ice Queen not so cold now eh?" Flo sneered. When the coast was clear I also left the bathroom. I went back to the room, slipping through a side door. The show had just begun. Flo and Bergkamp held Scully tight. She was fighting, but they were strong. Kewell strode towards Mulder. She tapped his shoulder. He turned, but his eyes first fell on the sight of his partner. Scully lifted her head proudly. She wasn't gonna let them win. She's one hell of a fighter, I thought. "Look what Santa brought in," Bergkamp said. Mulder's expression contorted into horror. Kewell just stood there admiring her work. She knew Mulder would have a barrage of words coming her way, but he didn't. He just stood there, shocked. He only had eyes for his partner. "Let her go," Mulder whispered. "Why should I? We could have some fun while she's gone," Kewell said, rubbing up against him. The whole damn room was watching and a minor (me) was there and she's performing a lewd act. Mulder pushed her away violently, and she almost tripped and fell. How unfortunate. She grabbed a glass of eggnog from some innocent bystander and threw it at Mulder. She was a little slow, and the Mulder stepped away, so the eggnog ended up on... Assistant Director Kersh. But he was drunk, so he just laughed. What is wrong with this world? He shouldn't be drunk! He should be furious! Mulder walked towards Flo and Bergkamp. He looked like a raging bull, and they let her go. Scully fell right into his arms. She was weak, I could tell. Kewell must have given her one hell of a beating. Mulder wrapped an arm around Scully to support her. She wasn't limping so much now, and she was trying to regain her composure. The room was silent as they walked out. Even the drunk AD Kersh stopped laughing. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. It was Uncle Skinner. "Go see if they need anything," he told me. "Are you going to do anything to them?" I asked, referring to KFB. "I don't know Cait, I don't know." I guess he was at loss too. He patted my shoulder and I walked out of the room. When I reached the basement I crept towards their office. What I saw next could break the coldest of hearts. Tears were streaming down Mulder's face as he cleaned Scully's bloodied forehead. I watched her wipe them away as she winced in pain. "How much did they hurt you?" he asked. "Not much." "You call this not much?" Mulder gestured. He put a plaster in Scully's forehead and he leaned back slightly, staring at her. It was then the 'Ice Queen''s shoulders began to shake and she fell into his arms, crying hard. They just sat there. Mulder comforting Scully as his own tears flowed, and Scully sobbing uncontrollably. I felt my cheeks becoming warm as I felt my own tears. At times like these I hate people. After a while the sobs died down. I watched Mulder push Scully away. She clung to his arms like a child. "Hey, it's Christmas!" he smiled. Scully managed a small smile amid wiping her tears. Mulder pried Scully's hands loose and got up. He shuffled for something in his drawer and pulled out a wrapped present. "Merry Christmas Scully." Scully smiled as she took the gift, then rose to rummage in her bag, and she pulled out a wrapped gift. "Merry Christmas Mulder." I watched them tear open their presents. I couldn't see what either of them got, but Scully squealed and she threw her arms around Mulder and kissed his cheek. And Mulder's smile became wider. Wow. They looked happier than they ever did upstairs, even before KFB pulled that stunt. I guess they didn't need anything. Two days later KFB were reprimanded for their behaviour put on probation. I think Uncle Skinner told Kersh how he got doused in eggnog because after that I heard they were being transferred to a remote branch somewhere between Here and Nowhere. And they're still on probation. For the next 5 years of their career. I guess Christmas isn't so bad after all. Merry Christmas y'all! Like it? Hate it? Recommend it? spooky_jr@hotmail.com