Mulder, Scully, X-files belong to Chris Carter and FOX. mlah, mlah,
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This is not serious. This is a result of being bored in a useless college class. I always imagined this as a scene that ended up on the cutting room floor for its cheese factor.
'Have you Been Drinking?'
Mulder woke. He was sprawled out on a hard floor with Scully looming over him. "Mulder? Mulder, are you ok? What are you doing here?"
Opening his eyes, Mulder realized that the foreign living room he was in belonged to his partner. He bolted up, making it only to a sitting position. His head throbbed and the room spun. "What am I doing here, Scully?" he groaned clutching his forehead.
"I asked you the very same thing," Scully stated and helped him onto the couch. "I came in a moment ago to find you on my floor. I think you missed the couch."
Scully went into the kitchen and started the coffee pot. "You wouldn't happen to have been drinking last night, would you?" Scully called over the bean grinder.
"I don't think so....." Mulder moaned, elbows resting on his knees and head in hands.
"What?" Scully called.
"I don't think so...." Mulder managed to speak louder with an effort.
The sound of the grinder stopped and Scully switched on the coffee pot. She returned to the living room. "The reason I ask is because you look a little hung over."
"I feel a little hung over....."
"I'm making coffee. I figured you need it." "I noticed..." Mulder said and leaned into the couch, his head resting on the back. "I feel like hell," he stated.
"I could have told you that....."
"Oh, go away," Mulder whined.
"Don't be such a baby, Mulder. And remember who's house you're in."
"Oh, sorry, I forgot," He said sarcastically.
Scully threw a pillow at him.
"Don't....." he moaned and flopped down on his side.
Mulder landed on something in his pocket. "Oww....." He reached in and pulled out his cell phone. A ticket stub fell out. "What's this?" he asked himself.
The Midnight Girls $10.00
"Oh, I remember now...." Mulder stated, handing the ticket stub to Scully. "I was following this guy....."
"At 'The Midnight Girls?'" Scully asked skeptically.
"Yeah."
"This guy beamed me bad. I could hardly keep my eyes open." Mulder felt the back of his head and sure enough a nasty bump had formed there. "See?"
Scully moved to the couch. She felt the back of his head. "That's quite some bump. I'm not even going to ask why he hit you."
"Anyway..... I wanted to have you look at it. I must have stumbled my way here."
"You probably have a concussion......... Mulder, are you sure you weren't drinking?"
* -fin- *
This is not serious. This is a result of being bored in a useless college class. I always imagined this as a scene that ended up on the cutting room floor for its cheese factor.
'Have you Been Drinking?'
Mulder woke. He was sprawled out on a hard floor with Scully looming over him. "Mulder? Mulder, are you ok? What are you doing here?"
Opening his eyes, Mulder realized that the foreign living room he was in belonged to his partner. He bolted up, making it only to a sitting position. His head throbbed and the room spun. "What am I doing here, Scully?" he groaned clutching his forehead.
"I asked you the very same thing," Scully stated and helped him onto the couch. "I came in a moment ago to find you on my floor. I think you missed the couch."
Scully went into the kitchen and started the coffee pot. "You wouldn't happen to have been drinking last night, would you?" Scully called over the bean grinder.
"I don't think so....." Mulder moaned, elbows resting on his knees and head in hands.
"What?" Scully called.
"I don't think so...." Mulder managed to speak louder with an effort.
The sound of the grinder stopped and Scully switched on the coffee pot. She returned to the living room. "The reason I ask is because you look a little hung over."
"I feel a little hung over....."
"I'm making coffee. I figured you need it." "I noticed..." Mulder said and leaned into the couch, his head resting on the back. "I feel like hell," he stated.
"I could have told you that....."
"Oh, go away," Mulder whined.
"Don't be such a baby, Mulder. And remember who's house you're in."
"Oh, sorry, I forgot," He said sarcastically.
Scully threw a pillow at him.
"Don't....." he moaned and flopped down on his side.
Mulder landed on something in his pocket. "Oww....." He reached in and pulled out his cell phone. A ticket stub fell out. "What's this?" he asked himself.
The Midnight Girls $10.00
"Oh, I remember now...." Mulder stated, handing the ticket stub to Scully. "I was following this guy....."
"At 'The Midnight Girls?'" Scully asked skeptically.
"Yeah."
"This guy beamed me bad. I could hardly keep my eyes open." Mulder felt the back of his head and sure enough a nasty bump had formed there. "See?"
Scully moved to the couch. She felt the back of his head. "That's quite some bump. I'm not even going to ask why he hit you."
"Anyway..... I wanted to have you look at it. I must have stumbled my way here."
"You probably have a concussion......... Mulder, are you sure you weren't drinking?"
* -fin- *
