Title: Wild Things: Zebras (1/1)
Author: RocketMan >lbontger@wmcstations.com<
Dislcaimer: I do not own zebras, I believe they were created by God, so
that would entitle him to full property rights. Oh, yeah, I don't own
Mulder and Scully either. CC, 1013, and Fox do though. (Doesn't it sound
like some kind of ER episode with CC in there like medicine dosage or
something?) I forget, is this part 3 or 4 or 5?
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE EVE.

Zebras 

"Yeah, so what?"
"Charlie, shut up. You sound like a moron."
"Yeah, so what?"
"Shut up, you moron."
"Mom! Dana's calling me a moron!"
"Shut up!"
"Dana, don't call your brother a moron."
"Moron . . ."
"Mo - om!"
"Da - na!"
"I didn't!"
"Dana don't lie."
"All right . . . he is a moron, I'm not lying. . ."
"All right . . . he is a moro-"
"Mom! Charlie's copying me!"
"You two behave now! or Santa Claus won't come at all!"
Silence.
"moron"
"butthead"
"idiot"
"oh, good one, slime face"
"shut up, dork breath"
"you're just a dork"
"well . . . "
"well what smarty?"
Dana pouted.
She'd never been good at name calling. Not original enough.
"Well you're both morons, okay?"
"Shut up Melissa!" they said in sync.
And then went off to play as best friends again.
~*~*~*~*~
"Scully?"
"Huh?"
"Where were you?"
"Uhm, just thinking about Christmas."
"Excited?"
"Nah. Just remembering old Christmases."
"Oh. Good ones?"
"Yeah. We always had good ones. Didn't realize it then, but we did."
"Santa Claus never gave you coal?"
A laugh.
"I guess that's a no."
"Actually, my mother once gave me a stocking full of coal, but this was
in October and I'd been caught smoking and well, doing some things I
shouldn't have and she'd been trying to reach me. Gave me coal."
"As a warning? What, afraid Santa would give you coal on Christmas?"
"No, afraid my parents would kick me out for Christmas."
"Really? Good little Scully? Kicked out?"
"Yeah."
"Did you do anything else really bad ever in your life?"
A sheepish look. "Well, yeah."
"Coal deserving?"
"Oh, yeah, definitely."
"Tell me."
"What? Now?"
"What else is there to do?"
"Uhm, hhm, work?"
"Nope. Tell me."
"I ran away."
"What?!"
"I did."
"Scully, ran away? Why?"
"Because I was mad. And only four years old."
"Where'd you go?"
"To the zoo."
"The zoo. Kind of a stupid place to go."
"Well, I bet you just went around the block when it was dark when *you*
ran away from home."
"Ouch. Touche."
"So, I went to the zoo. Stayed with the zebras."
"Zebras?" He was laughing. "What? Did you think you could blend in?"
"Ha. Ha. Funny today Mulder."
"Oh, now, come on. Why zebras?"
"I like zebras. They're not like anything else. I mean a horse and a
mule maybe, but those wild stripes . . "
"So, it made you feel wild to run away from home and so did those
stripes?"
"Sure . . ."
"So how'd you like a zebra feeling now?"
"Huh?"
He'd been getting closer with every word, every exchange and now she
realized he was right there.
Right there.
Zebras were stampeding.
He bent forward, looking her right in the eye.
"How'd you like that zebra wildness again?"
"Well . . ."
He took it as a yes.
And kissed her.
Stampede, stampede.

end
adios
RM