From: Sheryl Martin Date: Sun, 27 Jun 1999 18:38:47 -0400 Subject: NEW-Toys Are Us (1/1) Please Archive... grin... All Characters copyright of TenThirteen Productions and Chris Carter. No infringement intended on any part... go ahead, take me to court... I'm using the insanity defense... heh, heh, heh... Comments, complaints and just plain talk to sheryl_martin@goodmedia.com Summary: Scully wonders about Mulder's toys... Spoilers: none... Rating: PG... or in Atlanta, probably an R... you'll understand later on... Toys Are Us (1/1) by Sheryl Martin Dana Scully shifted uncomfortably in the hard wooden chair that sat in front of Mulder's desk. The relic had been resurrected to fill the space in the new office, but that didn't mean that it had to be suitable for long visits. Which, given the amount of time anyone spent in it, was probably why he got it in the first place. "Mulder..." Leaning forward, she tapped the edge of her pencil on the small rubber alien figure sitting behind his nameplate. "We have to get this report together before tomorrow or Skinner will be annoyed enough to really want an accounting of our expenses from the last case." Nodding, Fox Mulder fell forward; letting the wheels of his chair bounce off the floor as he stared at the desk. "Well... I think it's about as clear as we can make it." "Clear as mud." She muttered in reply. Picking up the long gangly rubber figure, she tugged at one of the arms; wrapping it over and around the egg-shaped head. "Tell me, why do you have so many of these toys on your desk?" He frowned. "'Toys'? Scully, these are not 'toys'." He reached forward and danced a short fat beanie alien towards her. "These are motivational symbols for me to relate to." She sat the rubber figure back down on the desktop; legs and arms firmly ensconced in a pretzel shape. "Mulder, they're toys. You get them from a toy store. You pretend they're for kids and then you put them on your desk." Pushing the paper clip dispenser aside Scully picked up a figure. "'Men In Black' doesn't inspire me, sorry. Jones is good as a MIB, but as a toy..." She waved the diminutive pistol around before returning it to the figure's hand. "Bet he doesn't drop his as often as you do..." "They are NOT toys. This is an action figure." Mulder grumbled as he reached over and plucked it from her fingers. "I use them to relax. To gather my thoughts." Standing up, he waved a hand over the desk. "This personalizes it, Scully - no matter where I am or where I go, my personality is defined by my desk; my personal space. The individuality of the person is accented by the items on their desk and it often encourages them to greater levels of creativity and production." "And this..." Winding up the jumping squirrel toy, she placed it down and watch it hop across the files until it fell over on it's side; the tiny feet spinning futility in space. "... is what defines Fox Mulder?" "Yes." Sticking his hands in his pockets, he smiled. "And you have nothing on your desk, I assume." Sitting back in the wooden torture chair Scully nodded. "Not a thing." "Nothing to make it yours; to claim it for your own space." Walking around the desk, Mulder spread his hands. "To say 'Dana Scully is here and this is what I think of the world'?" "You know I don't." With a shake of her head Scully got to her feet, smiling. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll think about getting a Beanie Baby for my desk." "A what?" "A Beanie Baby." She shrugged. "They're awfully cute, I must admit. The kids in my family can't get enough of them, and..." She broke off at the aghast expression on his face. "Not cute enough?" "Scully..." He moaned dramatically. "I'll need an insulin drip to be around your desk..." "Good." Picking up her briefcase she slipped the report in and turned towards the door. "Then we can get these reports done sooner if we work at MY desk." *********** Tucking her car keys into her pocket Scully headed for her desk, the hot breakfast coffee still warming her hand. Dropping her briefcase by the side of the chair she nodded at an agent who smiled as he walked by. This was still her main desk; situated in what was generally called The Pit by the majority of the agents. Her small extra one in Mulder's office served to be more of an escape for work that had to either be done in quiet or away from prying eyes. But this was still more official to her than the basement, for the most part. From the chewed pencils in the top drawer to the second-hand worn fiction paperback in the back of the bottom drawer, it was still her preferred workspace. Well, as long as it didn't have to do with the X Files. Then it was a rush to the basement and to her other desk to consult/nag/argue/annoy Mulder in any and all sequences possible. A brown paper bag sat on the desk. Picking it up cautiously, Scully glanced around the room to see if anyone was watching her or ready to approach her with a story to go with the package. And she hadn't been the butt of a practical joke since med school. Not to mention that anyone who tried it here would have to deal with not only Skinner, but a Scully in a full red-headed Irish Rage. Carefully unrolling the paper from the top of the bag she looked inside. One hand slowly dropped into the bag; withdrawing what Mulder would have announced to be an action figure. It was a toy. A toy Austin Powers doll. She hadn't seen the movie yet but had it on her list of things to do when she got a life. Which meant that she'd probably be catching the fourth sequel by the time that happened. Turning the hard plastic shell over and over in her hand she smiled as she stared at the figure inside. A gaudy-colored balloon on the front announced "Touch Here!". Drawing one finely-manicured fingernail down over the plastic she touched the thin button. "Do I Make You Horny?" The amplified voice boomed out over Scully's desk and across the Pit; silencing any and all conversation. All eyes turned quickly to the source of the announcement and its owner; now in full retreat and redder than she had ever recalled being in this decade. ********* "You know..." Mulder cracked a sunflower seed between his teeth; carefully depositing the shells in the upraised hand of the rubber alien, untwisted and now sitting mournfully on his desktop. "Scully really has to learn to have more fun with work..." *********** ************************* "Heart of a warrior, mind of a fool... soul of a romantic..." - Jackie St. George ************************* Come visit The Dragon's Lair at http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Chamber/7976!!! ************************* - sent via an evaluation copy of BulkRate (unregistered).