Disclaimer: I own none of these characters-no matter how many stars I wish on, and anyone who does think that I am responsible for them needs to rid themselves of my wishful thinking.
Author's Note: Had this hanging around my desk for ages and finally decided to post. Criticism will be welcomed with open arms, whether it's complimentary or not.
Frowning, Doggett paused with his hand on the door. He disliked the feelings that arose within him each morning as he reached the basement office.
Although he had been working form there for many months now, he still felt vaguely as if he were an intruder or someone about to utter a profanity on sacred ground. He often wondered how long it would take him to stop referring to it in his head as "Scully's office" or worse "Spooky's hideout' as he had heard many call it. He figured that the day he stopped thinking of it as belonging to some one else was the day he stopped thinking about calling it someone else's office and began claiming it as his own.
Shaking his head, he resolutely pushed the office door open and sat down at his desk. As he often did when alone in the basement, he found himself staring around, transfixed by the sheer about of objects and papers that were about. It never ceased to amaze him how a scientific, organised and rational thinking person like Agent Scully could put up with the many newspaper clippings, posters and various other unexplained phenomena paraphernalia cluttering up her office space.
Looking at his watch, Doggett wondered where Scully could be since she was usually at work by this time. As he had not received any phone call form her, he conceded that she was probably discussing something with A.D. Skinner. He sighed heavily. He knew that Scully and the A.D. did not deliberately try to shut him out-well, not all the time anyway, but he often felt a wall come down between him and them. For a while, he had feared that he would only add to the wall, especially whenever he remembered his first meeting with Agent Scully. Fortunately though, the wall seemed to be slowly coming down although progress was slow, he often wondered if he was making any at all. Doggett thought of it as another one of Mulder's legacies-that, along with the weirdest reputation Doggett had ever come across, an office full of unsolved mysteries and a trail of suspicion and paranoia which, Doggett surmised that even Mulder would have been surprised at. And a partner determined to find him, he amended.
Thinking back to a conversation he had once overheard between Skinner and his secretary, Doggett smiled briefly. He had just been entering the outer-office as the girl left the inner-room when she had paused in the doorway to remark;
"I'd always taken Agent Scully to be the quiet type sir."
Doggett had listened to Skinner's reply with interest.
"Well that was only when compared to Mulder." Skinner's voice had trailed off as he laughed, obviously remembering an incident before adding,
"Even Alvin Kersh looks quiet in comparison to Mulder!"
Suddenly the door to the office opened, pulling Doggett back to the present. Scully came in with her customary briskness, apologising for being late. She looked at Doggett curiously before asking him what he had been doing.
"Thinking, Agent Scully, thinking." He announced with a grin, which was answered with a smile. As he received the answering smile, he thought that perhaps another brick might have been removed and that perhaps he was making progress after all.
Author's Note: Had this hanging around my desk for ages and finally decided to post. Criticism will be welcomed with open arms, whether it's complimentary or not.
Frowning, Doggett paused with his hand on the door. He disliked the feelings that arose within him each morning as he reached the basement office.
Although he had been working form there for many months now, he still felt vaguely as if he were an intruder or someone about to utter a profanity on sacred ground. He often wondered how long it would take him to stop referring to it in his head as "Scully's office" or worse "Spooky's hideout' as he had heard many call it. He figured that the day he stopped thinking of it as belonging to some one else was the day he stopped thinking about calling it someone else's office and began claiming it as his own.
Shaking his head, he resolutely pushed the office door open and sat down at his desk. As he often did when alone in the basement, he found himself staring around, transfixed by the sheer about of objects and papers that were about. It never ceased to amaze him how a scientific, organised and rational thinking person like Agent Scully could put up with the many newspaper clippings, posters and various other unexplained phenomena paraphernalia cluttering up her office space.
Looking at his watch, Doggett wondered where Scully could be since she was usually at work by this time. As he had not received any phone call form her, he conceded that she was probably discussing something with A.D. Skinner. He sighed heavily. He knew that Scully and the A.D. did not deliberately try to shut him out-well, not all the time anyway, but he often felt a wall come down between him and them. For a while, he had feared that he would only add to the wall, especially whenever he remembered his first meeting with Agent Scully. Fortunately though, the wall seemed to be slowly coming down although progress was slow, he often wondered if he was making any at all. Doggett thought of it as another one of Mulder's legacies-that, along with the weirdest reputation Doggett had ever come across, an office full of unsolved mysteries and a trail of suspicion and paranoia which, Doggett surmised that even Mulder would have been surprised at. And a partner determined to find him, he amended.
Thinking back to a conversation he had once overheard between Skinner and his secretary, Doggett smiled briefly. He had just been entering the outer-office as the girl left the inner-room when she had paused in the doorway to remark;
"I'd always taken Agent Scully to be the quiet type sir."
Doggett had listened to Skinner's reply with interest.
"Well that was only when compared to Mulder." Skinner's voice had trailed off as he laughed, obviously remembering an incident before adding,
"Even Alvin Kersh looks quiet in comparison to Mulder!"
Suddenly the door to the office opened, pulling Doggett back to the present. Scully came in with her customary briskness, apologising for being late. She looked at Doggett curiously before asking him what he had been doing.
"Thinking, Agent Scully, thinking." He announced with a grin, which was answered with a smile. As he received the answering smile, he thought that perhaps another brick might have been removed and that perhaps he was making progress after all.