Just so you know I don't own The X-files. "What?" you say in amazement. Seriously I don't!
Mommy's Boy.
Scully sat down looking at the coffee Mulder had thrown together for her. It was everyday she got invited to his apartment. Somehow she just knew something was going to go wrong. Something. Anything. The Cigarette Smoking Man, black oil or maybe Alien Bounty Hunters. That sort of thing happened anytime they got time off together. Mulder swaggered into the room with a paper bag in his left hand. It was labelled 'Wong's Palace'.
"Three course meal coming right up." Mulder hated having to raid his stash but it was a special occasion. Week old rice all round. As Mulder started to unpack the 'meal' the phone rang.
"I'll get it," Scully eased her self off the sofa and went into the kitchen. Attempting to ignore the smell of …whatever that was, she picked up the phone.
Mulder was depositing some clearly inedible food on the table when he heard Scully call out, "Mulder!" He 360ed and stepped into the kitchen, "What is it Scully, unexplainable attacks on cattle?" Mulder studied her expression carefully.
"Mulder, its your mother – she's having her place sprayed for pests…she's gonna have to stay with you!"
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