Title: Another Full House
Author: Angelus
E-mail: angelus1317@hotmail.com
Subject: The X-Files
Category: Humor. UST. Tiny bit o' An.
Rating: PG-13 for ideas and imagery
Summary: It'll give it away. Just read the Author's Notes.
Spoilers: Vague mentions of Squeeze/Tooms.
Archive: Anywhere, just let me know first.
Disclaimer: I do not own The X-Files, Mulder, Scully, or Jackie. The X-Files, Mulder, and Scully
are the property of CC, Fox, and 1013. Jackie is the property of Sheryl Nantus. Both have been
used without permission. I apologize now.
Author's Notes: While talented, well-respected, wonderfully prolific fanfic writer Sheryl Nantus
and her husband Martin were...otherwise occupied, Mulder, Scully, and Jackie snuck out to spend
the weekend at the house of their good friend Angelus. Angelus's journal during that...
*interesting* weekend follows.
Dedication: To my favorite "crazy Canuck", Jason. Canada kicks ass ("Says so on the T-shirt")
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"Who are you?" "...Don't you ever do that to me again!"
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DECEMBER 14, 2000; 5:13 P.M.
They've only been here three hours, and already I'm getting abuse from Jackie about my
tendency towards procrastination and/or self-criticism, which prevents me from posting every
story I write. Now I know how Sheryl must feel. Literally. Bitch.
10:27 P.M.
After some painful physical abuse from Jackie when she saw my last entry, we all ordered
pizza (we needed three of them to satisfy Mulder's huge appetite) and started a game of poker.
After loosing last month's paycheck, I quit, and attempted to get some work done on my Dark Angel
fic. They're still at it. This could be a *long* night.
11:58 P.M.
I was right. After getting next to no work done, I fell asleep at the desk, but was
woken up by the phone. It was my neighbor, Mrs. Ritter, informing me that "that good-looking
young man who came in earlier" was streaking across the courtyard. Interrogation revealed that
the game had been changed from poker to Truth or Dare. I think I'll join now.
DECEMBER 15, 2000; 2:34 P.M.
Finally, some peace and quiet! I made Mulder, Dana, and Jackie take their impromptu
snowball fight outside. Mulder started it (big surprise) when Jackie and Dana began insulting
his ties. He opened the window and scooped up a handful of snow, made it into a snowball, and
chucked it hard, aiming for Jackie. Except that it didn't hit Jackie. It hit a very expensive
vase that I received as a birthday gift last year. Lucky for them, it didn't break, but they
were regulated to the outdoors nonetheless.
Anyway, to last night's Truth or Dare game. Well, it was fun to say the least. Let's
see...Mulder and Jackie had some fun with whipped cream, much to my amusement and Dana's
jealousy. She got her turn, though, when she and Mulder headed off into the closet for a round
of Seven Minutes in Heaven. During those seven minutes, Jackie and I heard many unidentifiable,
yet still suspicious-sounding moans, grunts, and groans. It almost sounded like something
happening. Wishful thinking, though. We knew it was all an act when they came out wearing big
grins instead of embarrassed smiles. Damn.
There were alot of other amusing dares, like Dana kissing Jackie and Mulder pole-dancing
my lamp. I pretty much just watched, except for prank-calling Skinner and lap-dancing Mulder. We
fell asleep at about 3:00 while Jackie was in the middle of reciting from Romeo and Juliet to a
half-dressed Mulder.
Uh-oh, here they come. More later.
7:16 P.M.
We're going clubbing tonight. Mulder's showering. Oooh...let's not go there. Dana and
Jackie claim to be watching TV, but all I hear is Jackie daring Dana to take a peek at Mulder.
Oh, and in case you're wondering about the snowball fight; it started out as Mulder and
Dana versus Jackie, but allies were shifted when Mulder realized that it would not be a wise move
to anger a Dragon, so it turned into him and Jackie versus Dana. Dana won. So much for Jackie's
superior strength and fighting skills.
11:03 P.M.
We're at the club now. Unfortunately, we made the mistake of letting Mulder choose the
place. It's called "Exotic Fantasies." That should tell you alot right there. And...well, let's
just say that clothing seems to be optional. Loud music, big dance floor, lots of alcohol,
orgies...definitely more his speed than mine. Jackie's having fun tempting all the poor,
weak-minded males in this place. Mulder and Dana have been out on the dance floor for a couple
of hours now, hands all over the place. Right at this moment, all three of them are headed over
to the bar for screwdrivers. None for me - I'm the designated driver. Plus, someone's gotta stay
sober. When those three are drunk, there's no telling what they might do. So I decided to take a
few minutes to make an entry - I brought my laptop with.
Geez. And we say Mulder has no life.
More later. I think it's time to go say hi to the hottie over there in the corner with
the tight leather pants.
Oh, and Dana didn't peek, but Jackie did. Mulder came out with threats to tell Marty and
Skinner about the time she got so drunk that she ended up professing her undying devotion to an
empty can of beer.
DECEMBER 16, 2000; 3:24 A.M.
I have never seen three people more drunk in my life. I finally managed to drag them
home about an hour ago. There was no possible way to get them out of the car without hurting
myself, so I left them in there. They'll wake up soon. Or at least Mulder will - he looked like
he was just barely clinging to sleep.
Oh, speak of the devil - I just heard the car door slam.
3:45 A.M.
Mulder *was* awake. Thankfully, the alcohol had worn off enough that he was able to help
me get Dana and Jackie inside. The instant he hit the couch, he fell right back asleep like a
little baby. Last I checked, Jackie was curled up on one end of the couch, Mulder and Dana on
the other. Awww...
4:57 A.M.
The quiet didn't last long. Neither did the soberness. Jackie found an old bottle of
Tequila in my refrigerator, and they're all drunk and playing strip poker. Dana and Jackie are
winning. Lord help us all.
5:34 P.M.
What a wonderful way to spend my last day with Mulder, Jackie, and Dana. The strip poker
game ended when Mulder was down to his last article of clothing - we all agreed that we'd rather
not be blinded for life. They spent the rest of the day fighting monster hangovers. We're at the
airport now - their plane leaves in half an hour. Jackie's trying to get ahold of Marty, and
Mulder and Dana are deep in conversation about something or other. I've stopped trying to
understand. Last time they burst out laughing and I asked what the joke was, it had something to
do with liver-eating mutants. I didn't get it.
7:03 P.M.
Just got back from the airport. House is quiet - too quiet. I miss 'em already.
~*~
FIN
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So, whaddaya think? Love it? Hate it? Praise, flames, questions and comments all go to:
angelus1317@hotmail.com
Author: Angelus
E-mail: angelus1317@hotmail.com
Subject: The X-Files
Category: Humor. UST. Tiny bit o' An.
Rating: PG-13 for ideas and imagery
Summary: It'll give it away. Just read the Author's Notes.
Spoilers: Vague mentions of Squeeze/Tooms.
Archive: Anywhere, just let me know first.
Disclaimer: I do not own The X-Files, Mulder, Scully, or Jackie. The X-Files, Mulder, and Scully
are the property of CC, Fox, and 1013. Jackie is the property of Sheryl Nantus. Both have been
used without permission. I apologize now.
Author's Notes: While talented, well-respected, wonderfully prolific fanfic writer Sheryl Nantus
and her husband Martin were...otherwise occupied, Mulder, Scully, and Jackie snuck out to spend
the weekend at the house of their good friend Angelus. Angelus's journal during that...
*interesting* weekend follows.
Dedication: To my favorite "crazy Canuck", Jason. Canada kicks ass ("Says so on the T-shirt")
******************************************************************************
"Who are you?" "...Don't you ever do that to me again!"
******************************************************************************
DECEMBER 14, 2000; 5:13 P.M.
They've only been here three hours, and already I'm getting abuse from Jackie about my
tendency towards procrastination and/or self-criticism, which prevents me from posting every
story I write. Now I know how Sheryl must feel. Literally. Bitch.
10:27 P.M.
After some painful physical abuse from Jackie when she saw my last entry, we all ordered
pizza (we needed three of them to satisfy Mulder's huge appetite) and started a game of poker.
After loosing last month's paycheck, I quit, and attempted to get some work done on my Dark Angel
fic. They're still at it. This could be a *long* night.
11:58 P.M.
I was right. After getting next to no work done, I fell asleep at the desk, but was
woken up by the phone. It was my neighbor, Mrs. Ritter, informing me that "that good-looking
young man who came in earlier" was streaking across the courtyard. Interrogation revealed that
the game had been changed from poker to Truth or Dare. I think I'll join now.
DECEMBER 15, 2000; 2:34 P.M.
Finally, some peace and quiet! I made Mulder, Dana, and Jackie take their impromptu
snowball fight outside. Mulder started it (big surprise) when Jackie and Dana began insulting
his ties. He opened the window and scooped up a handful of snow, made it into a snowball, and
chucked it hard, aiming for Jackie. Except that it didn't hit Jackie. It hit a very expensive
vase that I received as a birthday gift last year. Lucky for them, it didn't break, but they
were regulated to the outdoors nonetheless.
Anyway, to last night's Truth or Dare game. Well, it was fun to say the least. Let's
see...Mulder and Jackie had some fun with whipped cream, much to my amusement and Dana's
jealousy. She got her turn, though, when she and Mulder headed off into the closet for a round
of Seven Minutes in Heaven. During those seven minutes, Jackie and I heard many unidentifiable,
yet still suspicious-sounding moans, grunts, and groans. It almost sounded like something
happening. Wishful thinking, though. We knew it was all an act when they came out wearing big
grins instead of embarrassed smiles. Damn.
There were alot of other amusing dares, like Dana kissing Jackie and Mulder pole-dancing
my lamp. I pretty much just watched, except for prank-calling Skinner and lap-dancing Mulder. We
fell asleep at about 3:00 while Jackie was in the middle of reciting from Romeo and Juliet to a
half-dressed Mulder.
Uh-oh, here they come. More later.
7:16 P.M.
We're going clubbing tonight. Mulder's showering. Oooh...let's not go there. Dana and
Jackie claim to be watching TV, but all I hear is Jackie daring Dana to take a peek at Mulder.
Oh, and in case you're wondering about the snowball fight; it started out as Mulder and
Dana versus Jackie, but allies were shifted when Mulder realized that it would not be a wise move
to anger a Dragon, so it turned into him and Jackie versus Dana. Dana won. So much for Jackie's
superior strength and fighting skills.
11:03 P.M.
We're at the club now. Unfortunately, we made the mistake of letting Mulder choose the
place. It's called "Exotic Fantasies." That should tell you alot right there. And...well, let's
just say that clothing seems to be optional. Loud music, big dance floor, lots of alcohol,
orgies...definitely more his speed than mine. Jackie's having fun tempting all the poor,
weak-minded males in this place. Mulder and Dana have been out on the dance floor for a couple
of hours now, hands all over the place. Right at this moment, all three of them are headed over
to the bar for screwdrivers. None for me - I'm the designated driver. Plus, someone's gotta stay
sober. When those three are drunk, there's no telling what they might do. So I decided to take a
few minutes to make an entry - I brought my laptop with.
Geez. And we say Mulder has no life.
More later. I think it's time to go say hi to the hottie over there in the corner with
the tight leather pants.
Oh, and Dana didn't peek, but Jackie did. Mulder came out with threats to tell Marty and
Skinner about the time she got so drunk that she ended up professing her undying devotion to an
empty can of beer.
DECEMBER 16, 2000; 3:24 A.M.
I have never seen three people more drunk in my life. I finally managed to drag them
home about an hour ago. There was no possible way to get them out of the car without hurting
myself, so I left them in there. They'll wake up soon. Or at least Mulder will - he looked like
he was just barely clinging to sleep.
Oh, speak of the devil - I just heard the car door slam.
3:45 A.M.
Mulder *was* awake. Thankfully, the alcohol had worn off enough that he was able to help
me get Dana and Jackie inside. The instant he hit the couch, he fell right back asleep like a
little baby. Last I checked, Jackie was curled up on one end of the couch, Mulder and Dana on
the other. Awww...
4:57 A.M.
The quiet didn't last long. Neither did the soberness. Jackie found an old bottle of
Tequila in my refrigerator, and they're all drunk and playing strip poker. Dana and Jackie are
winning. Lord help us all.
5:34 P.M.
What a wonderful way to spend my last day with Mulder, Jackie, and Dana. The strip poker
game ended when Mulder was down to his last article of clothing - we all agreed that we'd rather
not be blinded for life. They spent the rest of the day fighting monster hangovers. We're at the
airport now - their plane leaves in half an hour. Jackie's trying to get ahold of Marty, and
Mulder and Dana are deep in conversation about something or other. I've stopped trying to
understand. Last time they burst out laughing and I asked what the joke was, it had something to
do with liver-eating mutants. I didn't get it.
7:03 P.M.
Just got back from the airport. House is quiet - too quiet. I miss 'em already.
~*~
FIN
******************************************************************************
So, whaddaya think? Love it? Hate it? Praise, flames, questions and comments all go to:
angelus1317@hotmail.com