Welll ...
Ok, i've been planning to write another MSR ficlet (i feel bad for not contributing) but this week has been hectic, cos of my friend leaving for the Isle of Wight (gooooodbye connie! missing youuu!), making us do a whole bunch of random stuff to say goodbye. Plus now i feel ill and depressed. 8 oclock, saturday morning: i was NOT made to be awake this early.... Also plans i had for this weekend just got cancelled, so FAILLLL :(
Pleeeease, pleeease review! I love reviews; i cover reviews in chocolate and eat them, i give them names and line them up on my shelf, i'm paying off my student loans with reviews, and when i leave home, i'm going to make a little house out of my reviews and live in it.... Who says i have no goals?
Dedications: OneTurtleDove, cos she write epic MSR ficlets and even replies to my reviews, which is pretty nice :)
Disclaimer: I officially own x files, i came up with the idea for it, and Scully nd Mulder are my original characters. Lol. I swear, if i owned the x files....there would be a lot less boring alien bits ruining the series. *Is attacked by a hoard of angry alien fanatics....*
Virtual cookies, whoever notices my friends references :)
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Scullys head ached.
Her throat was sore.
She was cold.
And she was sneezing so often it wasn't even funny.
Of course, someone had forgotton to alert her partner to that fact...
She'd lost the will to hold her head up some time ago, flopping forward across her desk and using a stack of files for a pillow.
When the clutter of the office, that she was usually so adapt at brushing off made her feel worse, she shut her eyes.
She was just on the verge of fading out, when she felt something small lightly hit the back of her head. For the fifth time.
She sat up. A shower of paper pellets fell to the floor, and Mulder grinned at her from his desk.
"Hi, Scully"
"Mulder....what are you doing?"
"Um..." He glanced at the paper pellets. "Well, you see...." He flounderd. "I had fifty points...."
Scully felt her feverish mind try to find the logic in that....and then gave up. Why waste energy trying to understand Mulder? Most people couldn't even do that when they were healthy.
"I'm happy for you, Mulder...Wait a minute... Were you shooting paper at me?"
"Um....thats the main aim of the game, yeah..."
"Go and sit over in the corner, Mulder"
"Is this my punishment?"
"No.... Try and hit me now from the corner"
The pellet landed on the carpet, several inches short.
"Well, you suck....but at least you suck at a mans game now..."
"Scully?"
"Hm?"
"Who are you and what have you done with Dana?"
"Well, i figured i've got about two hours before the fever reaches my brain, and as much fun as it sounds, I'd rather not spend them trying to kill you... "
"You told me it was just a cold, Scully"
"So?"
"So either you were right, in which case I would tell you not to be such a baby....or its worse than a cold, in which case i'd be holding you hostage in a place with a large supply of chicken soup..."
"Well, its PROBABLY just a cold"
"Scully, if its that bad, go home"
She dropped her head back onto the desk. "Nah...but when they find my body in a weeks time, hidden under a mountain of paper pellets, I'm gonna come back and annoy the hell out of you..."
"Good, i'd miss you if you didn't"
"Awww..."
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Right, now i'm off for a little wander through the Daria ficlets....
Review if you want me to continue!
Becca
xxx