This would be my 2nd fan-fiction. I'm not as sure about this one as I was the first.
But I still wanted to explore this idea I had earlier today...so thanks for reading anyone who decides to.
As a Gift from Me to You
While Mulder cruised through the caution light he had the sudden idea after he heard Scully 'tsk' at him...does Scully like cats? Her seemingly overcautious way of life could in many ways remind him of the felines that he had spent so many hours researching each myth about.
Although she did her best to avoid trouble, it was obvious that couldn't always be the case, since the danger that they must face from the day to day basis of being in the field. But then there were the few moments of thrill seeking that always kept him on his toes, the rare times when Scully had that certain fire in her eyes. And then her sweet curiosity that she showed him every now and again, rather than the strict facts desired or dry inquiries about the current case. It seemed more and more to him that she should identify with a household cat rather than any yapping Pomeranian…
"Scully why don't you have a kitten to spend you days with?"
'A cat Mulder? Why would I have a cat? All they do is make messes and sleep in them'
"That's not true Scully…well not entirely. What would you say if I got you one for Christmas?"
'I don't want a cat Mulder, I already have my hands full with all the trouble you cause, I don't need anything else to pile on top of that'
"I take offense to that" mumbled Mulder, knowing that he would do his best to make her regret saying anything ill about the little fur balls…
The 26th of December
Groggily Mulder picked up the screaming phone off his coffee table, wincing as he brought it to his ear…
'Mulder I have news for you about this cat of yours' Scully nearly yelled at him.
"What's that light of my life?" Maybe it would calm her to tease..?
'He knocked over the books from the top shelf, then played with the pages, using his claws and teeth mind you...but guess which book he decided to nap on for the rest of the night? '
"Moby Dick."
Silence greeted him. 'How the hell could you guess right on the first try?'
'Because he's our cat remember Scully…'
Thanks again for reading this. And to the people that took the time to review my first one, I really appreciate it.