Hi guys! I got sick last night after my school's football game. We beat Elizabeth Forward 21-20. Wanna hear something upsetting...? i had 12 pages of a Mulder b-day fic... 12 for It Had to Be You... and 9 for Saving William... and then it all got deleted. Crap.
But now I'm retyping Savig William. I have most of mine and Brittney's IHTBY on my myspace inbox. I'm really upset.

Please, R&R... cheer me up. I'm sick :(

A Boy Named Fox

My daddy left when I was a teen
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this alien pick and a dirty pair of old socks.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Fox."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
I had to fight the people on my block.
Scully would giggle and I'd get red
And Skinner'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Fox."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the aliens above
That I'd search for the truth with Scully
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

It was Martha's Vineyard in mid-July
Ate sunflower seeds and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself some Stroh.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Fox."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He looked like a bug, was gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Fox!' Doesn't it Rock!?
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
Used that alien pick, and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I've fought the syndicate men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like an alien baby and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, aliens are rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I guess you'll kick me in the cock
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Fox.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I left with Scully in a state of shock.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Frohike or Langley ! Anything but Fox! I still hate that name!

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-A.