Hello gang! I am still around, and Seasons is itching to be written, but I am in finals hell! But to amuse myself in the midst of grinding out papers on interfaith dialogue and Old Testament writings, (theological school is so MUCH fun,) I have been participating in a summer drabble contest for a bit of sanity. And so I'm sharing these with you! Enjoy, and I promise Seasons, Returns, and Partners will start creeping back up on come next week.-BeshterAngelus
100 Drabbles of Summer-
Vacation-Drabble #1 (Scully)
The print out sat in the middle of their large, shared bed, along with a single note in his cramped, spidery writing. "This far enough away from the darkness?"
Hawai'i, first class, the two of them...alone.
She turned to Mulder standing at the door, his hazel-green eyes wary. "I figured Hawai'i is the only state we never managed to get to on a case..."
Scully wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. It was perfect.
Fireworks-Drabble #2 (Scully)
Fireworks exploded all around them, scintillating lights bursting into glowing stars that tingled across her skin and swirled in the pit of her stomach. Soft, warm lips against hers, not pushing or prodding, just grazing her mouth in the friendliest, most chaste of polite, New Year's kisses.
Scully felt herself sway slightly as Mulder pulled away, his eyes laughing at her as he stood, smiling. "The world didn't end."
Perhaps for him it didn't...she couldn't be so certain about herself.
Camp-Drabble #3 (Scully)
The song of crickets hummed in the trees around where they huddled. To anyone else they might have been lulling, relaxing. Scully felt her arms tighten around her injured partner instinctively.
"Crickets won't eat you." His murmur was slurred, both with exhaustion and pain.
"In our experience I've found that I can't even trust that." Her world for a fire right now...or the hotel room at the conference that Mulder so eagerly wanted to avoid.
"A man can't ever take you camping, can he?"
"When did ever give you the impression I liked it?" She grumbled as she tried to hunker further against the tree, watching the woods warily.
Bug-Drabble #4 (Scully)
It didn't matter that her parents were naturalists, or that the woman made a career out of studying the mating habits of cockroaches, her name was Bambi? Obviously she must be interesting for Mulder to so totally dump Scully's phone calls to talk with her. Tall...was she a blonde or brunette? Mulder went for brunettes, so dark haired. And she could just imagine what the woman's other attributes were.
As she pulled her rental sedan up beside the lone car at the lab, Scully had a feeling the gorgeous woman with the curious look and bright smile was the afore mentioned Bambi. Yep, everything Mulder found attractive in a woman. Damn it.
