Title:Bah Humbug! pt1
Author: Jen the Genie
Contact; Purpledragon17@hotmail.com
Archive: Make my day - just let me know where so I can come visit.
Category: MSR/fantasy/humour (I think)
Rating: PG13 for the odd bit of Language-always like to err on the side of caution.
Spoilers: Yep! More than you can poke a stick at and not just from Xfiles - have fun.
Summary; Madness, pure unadulterated Whimsical madness! *G*
Disclaimer: Don't own any of 'em, past present or Future. I'm just indulging a whimsical inclination and therefore making no monies what so ever. Any mean-minded entity wanting to sue should direct all legal documentation to my therapist. *G*.
Notes: So I'm a teensy-weensy bit out with my timing on this, but who cares? It's the thought that counts.
Look on this a very early posting for Christmas Future *G*
Here's hoping you all had a good one and may the New Year be peaceful, healthy and bountiful to you all and may your muses' all be working overtime.
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Basement Office
Dec 24th - sometime around 6pm
The Spirit of Christmas was alive and well and living in the the dark and dusty basement of The J Edgar Hoover building in Washington DC - NOT!
The season of peace and goodwill to all was never a welcome guest in the eyes of Fox Mulder and judging from the way drawers were being banged, paperwork slammed and curses issued then this year spectacularly so.
Of course the mercurial temperament of the man was something of a legend in the hallowed halls of the FBI's finest. But those who had had the pleasure, or discomfort, of being on the receiving end of it had noticed a marked settling in the guy in recent years. An active, if not always accurate, office grapevine had had much to say on the subject and all those who had partaken of even the most minor slivers of gossip had come to the same conclusion, it was the influence of his partner, Dana Scully that had instigated this.
The fact that the mercury currently appeared to be raging off the scale pointed to only one thing - Agent Scully had gone home for the holidays and she and Mulder had not parted on good terms!
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Basement Office
24th Dec- Sometime after lunch
"Have yourself a merry little Christmas, make the yuletide gay..." Hummed Dana Scully as she sealed down the edge of the wrapping paper then reached for the gift tag. "Next year all our troubles will be far away." With a wry smile she noted that gift label was almost larger than her purchase. She signed it with an accomplished flourish, then attached it carefully to the small parcel.
Her last minute shopping trip had gone extemely well even if she did say so herself. And it wasn't a case of being disorganised...more a case of being comfounded by what exactly to buy her partner and best friend. Inspiration and fate however, were apparantly feeling sympathetic toward her plight at this 11th hour, because as she was preparing to give up and head back to the office defeated, she had spotted it. The ideal gift.
"I thought you were going early today?...Oh Dammit!" Mulder cursed as the armfull of files he was struggling with began to spill through the doorway ahead of him.
With his briefcase and top coat tucked under the opposite arm and his knee propping open the door, he fought to contain the remainder. But it was a battle he was destined to lose despite his manic juggling. As the files began to cascade to the floor, the breeze they incited caught the neat column of their companions teetering in the pending tray at the edge of Scully's table dragging them into the choas.
"I am...Oh Mulder! I've only just finished sorting those..."
"Don't!" Mulder held his now free hand up in exasperation, "Don't say a word." Tossing his belongings in the general direction of his desk, he stooped to gather up the escapees'. "Whoever said that this is the season of goodwill has obviously never tried to negotiate a highway or a shopping mall lately."
"You went shopping? I would have paid to see that!" And incredulous Scully quickly slid the gift she'd been attending to into her briefcase. Dropping to a crouch on the opposite side of the melee she began to pull the papers into some semblance of order. "Can I assume from that remark that the *magic* of the season has bypassed you?"
"Magic? Magic?...The only magic I can imagine at the moment involves wax dolls and hatpins!" Mulder heaved the tower of files upward "And I'll bet you five bucks the doll's got my name on it." Two quick, fluid strides and he was able to dump his burden on the desk.
"Oh c'mon Mulder, shopping for presents aside even you have to acknowledge there is something magical about this time of year. The lights, the Christmas trees, the carols, the happy smiling faces...."
"The way a months salary can disappear overnight...yeah! I'd say that was pretty magical!" Mulder noted peevishly. "Come January and half the population of the North Western hemisphere will be seeing red on their bank balance....you included Scully, if those bags you keep bringing back each lunch hour are anything to go by!" He sank wearily into his chair and began to boot-up his computor. "Almost makes me glad I'm colour blind."
"Ah! Is that what your wonderfull mood boils down to...hard cash or the lack therof?" Scully crossed to the coffee pot and poured two cups.
"My bank balance isn't the point in issue thank you.... I just thought that Christmas meant more to most people than a rabid shopping trip..."
"Or work?" Scully supressed a smirk. Wasn't this the man who continued, despite all offers to the contrary, to spend what the rest of the world considered the festive season at home with a bowl of cereal and some pretty suspect videos for company? "You know Mulder, even Scrooge took one day off..." she teased as she went to pass his cup.
"And that's how you see me is it? As the FBI's answer to Ebenezer?" He rounded on her irritably "Well that's choice isn't it....If that's the case then at least I can look forward to some company between now and Christmas Day!" Even as the words came from his mouth Mulder began to regret them. He saw Scully's back straighten defensively and her previously amused expression dissolve into badly disguised hurt.
"NO!...no that's not how I....."
"But that's what you were you implying!" Even the large neon sign in his head screaming 'Emmergency - engage brain before putting mouth into gear!' wasn't enough to stop that gem escaping.
"I'll give my mother your usual apologies Mulder....." Grabbing her overcoat and bag Scully turned her back on him and strode purposefully to the door.
"Scully...Scully wait up!" Mulder started to scramble to his feet as she reached the threshold. "Scully please! I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said that...Please tell your mother I appreciate the offer but..."
Scully paused, her hand resting on the door jam, her foot tapping out her agitation on the tiles just beyond its boundary."Bah Humbug!" She tossed a seering look over her shoulder then marched off in the direction of the elevator.
The elevator doors were on the verge closing as Mulder plunged his foot between them. As they sprang apart Scully reached across and punched the 'close' button repeatedly until he positioned himself between her and the control panel. With a snort she stepped back and folded her arms. "Haven't you got ghosts to entertain?" she muttered icily
"Scully I'm sorry, I was way out of line.."
"Sorry? Sorry? Why on earth would you be sorry Mulder?" She bit her lip to curb the sparkle of angry tears that were forming "I know how difficult you find the holidays, but I really thought that this year you'd change your mind and join us...Is the prospect of Christmas with me and my family really that bad?"
"Never," Mulder shifted uncomfortably
"But as welcome as your mother makes me feel I doubt I'd be so warmly received by your brother......"
"Oh grow up!" Scully reached across and hit the panel of buttons again. "Is this really about him? I couldn't give a damn what Bill thinks and neither should you.... but this is what you do best isn't it? Bury yourself in your work, use it as an excuse to avoid what you can't deal with. Maybe you should use your self imposed holiday exile to re-read *A Christmas Carol* Mulder! You might find it enlightening...even Scrooge figures it out in the end." The brief flash of fire in her bright blue eyes faded suddenly to sadness "I've got to go....if you need me you know where to find me."
"I'm sorry Scully....you have a Merry Christmas."
Mulder turned on his heels and walked back to the office, the weight of her condemnation almost more than he could bare. As the door slammed shut he removed what was left of his pride, folded it carefully, laid it in the bottom draw of his desk and kicked it shut. 'If only you knew how right you are Scully...' he thought bitterly 'Christmas -Bah Humbug indeed.'
part 1 concluded.....
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Author: Jen the Genie
Contact; Purpledragon17@hotmail.com
Archive: Make my day - just let me know where so I can come visit.
Category: MSR/fantasy/humour (I think)
Rating: PG13 for the odd bit of Language-always like to err on the side of caution.
Spoilers: Yep! More than you can poke a stick at and not just from Xfiles - have fun.
Summary; Madness, pure unadulterated Whimsical madness! *G*
Disclaimer: Don't own any of 'em, past present or Future. I'm just indulging a whimsical inclination and therefore making no monies what so ever. Any mean-minded entity wanting to sue should direct all legal documentation to my therapist. *G*.
Notes: So I'm a teensy-weensy bit out with my timing on this, but who cares? It's the thought that counts.
Look on this a very early posting for Christmas Future *G*
Here's hoping you all had a good one and may the New Year be peaceful, healthy and bountiful to you all and may your muses' all be working overtime.
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Basement Office
Dec 24th - sometime around 6pm
The Spirit of Christmas was alive and well and living in the the dark and dusty basement of The J Edgar Hoover building in Washington DC - NOT!
The season of peace and goodwill to all was never a welcome guest in the eyes of Fox Mulder and judging from the way drawers were being banged, paperwork slammed and curses issued then this year spectacularly so.
Of course the mercurial temperament of the man was something of a legend in the hallowed halls of the FBI's finest. But those who had had the pleasure, or discomfort, of being on the receiving end of it had noticed a marked settling in the guy in recent years. An active, if not always accurate, office grapevine had had much to say on the subject and all those who had partaken of even the most minor slivers of gossip had come to the same conclusion, it was the influence of his partner, Dana Scully that had instigated this.
The fact that the mercury currently appeared to be raging off the scale pointed to only one thing - Agent Scully had gone home for the holidays and she and Mulder had not parted on good terms!
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Basement Office
24th Dec- Sometime after lunch
"Have yourself a merry little Christmas, make the yuletide gay..." Hummed Dana Scully as she sealed down the edge of the wrapping paper then reached for the gift tag. "Next year all our troubles will be far away." With a wry smile she noted that gift label was almost larger than her purchase. She signed it with an accomplished flourish, then attached it carefully to the small parcel.
Her last minute shopping trip had gone extemely well even if she did say so herself. And it wasn't a case of being disorganised...more a case of being comfounded by what exactly to buy her partner and best friend. Inspiration and fate however, were apparantly feeling sympathetic toward her plight at this 11th hour, because as she was preparing to give up and head back to the office defeated, she had spotted it. The ideal gift.
"I thought you were going early today?...Oh Dammit!" Mulder cursed as the armfull of files he was struggling with began to spill through the doorway ahead of him.
With his briefcase and top coat tucked under the opposite arm and his knee propping open the door, he fought to contain the remainder. But it was a battle he was destined to lose despite his manic juggling. As the files began to cascade to the floor, the breeze they incited caught the neat column of their companions teetering in the pending tray at the edge of Scully's table dragging them into the choas.
"I am...Oh Mulder! I've only just finished sorting those..."
"Don't!" Mulder held his now free hand up in exasperation, "Don't say a word." Tossing his belongings in the general direction of his desk, he stooped to gather up the escapees'. "Whoever said that this is the season of goodwill has obviously never tried to negotiate a highway or a shopping mall lately."
"You went shopping? I would have paid to see that!" And incredulous Scully quickly slid the gift she'd been attending to into her briefcase. Dropping to a crouch on the opposite side of the melee she began to pull the papers into some semblance of order. "Can I assume from that remark that the *magic* of the season has bypassed you?"
"Magic? Magic?...The only magic I can imagine at the moment involves wax dolls and hatpins!" Mulder heaved the tower of files upward "And I'll bet you five bucks the doll's got my name on it." Two quick, fluid strides and he was able to dump his burden on the desk.
"Oh c'mon Mulder, shopping for presents aside even you have to acknowledge there is something magical about this time of year. The lights, the Christmas trees, the carols, the happy smiling faces...."
"The way a months salary can disappear overnight...yeah! I'd say that was pretty magical!" Mulder noted peevishly. "Come January and half the population of the North Western hemisphere will be seeing red on their bank balance....you included Scully, if those bags you keep bringing back each lunch hour are anything to go by!" He sank wearily into his chair and began to boot-up his computor. "Almost makes me glad I'm colour blind."
"Ah! Is that what your wonderfull mood boils down to...hard cash or the lack therof?" Scully crossed to the coffee pot and poured two cups.
"My bank balance isn't the point in issue thank you.... I just thought that Christmas meant more to most people than a rabid shopping trip..."
"Or work?" Scully supressed a smirk. Wasn't this the man who continued, despite all offers to the contrary, to spend what the rest of the world considered the festive season at home with a bowl of cereal and some pretty suspect videos for company? "You know Mulder, even Scrooge took one day off..." she teased as she went to pass his cup.
"And that's how you see me is it? As the FBI's answer to Ebenezer?" He rounded on her irritably "Well that's choice isn't it....If that's the case then at least I can look forward to some company between now and Christmas Day!" Even as the words came from his mouth Mulder began to regret them. He saw Scully's back straighten defensively and her previously amused expression dissolve into badly disguised hurt.
"NO!...no that's not how I....."
"But that's what you were you implying!" Even the large neon sign in his head screaming 'Emmergency - engage brain before putting mouth into gear!' wasn't enough to stop that gem escaping.
"I'll give my mother your usual apologies Mulder....." Grabbing her overcoat and bag Scully turned her back on him and strode purposefully to the door.
"Scully...Scully wait up!" Mulder started to scramble to his feet as she reached the threshold. "Scully please! I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said that...Please tell your mother I appreciate the offer but..."
Scully paused, her hand resting on the door jam, her foot tapping out her agitation on the tiles just beyond its boundary."Bah Humbug!" She tossed a seering look over her shoulder then marched off in the direction of the elevator.
The elevator doors were on the verge closing as Mulder plunged his foot between them. As they sprang apart Scully reached across and punched the 'close' button repeatedly until he positioned himself between her and the control panel. With a snort she stepped back and folded her arms. "Haven't you got ghosts to entertain?" she muttered icily
"Scully I'm sorry, I was way out of line.."
"Sorry? Sorry? Why on earth would you be sorry Mulder?" She bit her lip to curb the sparkle of angry tears that were forming "I know how difficult you find the holidays, but I really thought that this year you'd change your mind and join us...Is the prospect of Christmas with me and my family really that bad?"
"Never," Mulder shifted uncomfortably
"But as welcome as your mother makes me feel I doubt I'd be so warmly received by your brother......"
"Oh grow up!" Scully reached across and hit the panel of buttons again. "Is this really about him? I couldn't give a damn what Bill thinks and neither should you.... but this is what you do best isn't it? Bury yourself in your work, use it as an excuse to avoid what you can't deal with. Maybe you should use your self imposed holiday exile to re-read *A Christmas Carol* Mulder! You might find it enlightening...even Scrooge figures it out in the end." The brief flash of fire in her bright blue eyes faded suddenly to sadness "I've got to go....if you need me you know where to find me."
"I'm sorry Scully....you have a Merry Christmas."
Mulder turned on his heels and walked back to the office, the weight of her condemnation almost more than he could bare. As the door slammed shut he removed what was left of his pride, folded it carefully, laid it in the bottom draw of his desk and kicked it shut. 'If only you knew how right you are Scully...' he thought bitterly 'Christmas -Bah Humbug indeed.'
part 1 concluded.....
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