A/N: Okkkkk, so this is my first shot at an X fic...not that id use that as an excuse or anything...im just sending that little tidbit out into the universe and letting it float around. Any whooo, I do not own the X files, just Eve. Thats right, i own someone, she's like my goldfish, only i cant kill her acidentily because she's fictional...ok, im rambling...Enjoy!
Evangeline, or Eve as she liked to be called, heaved in a lungful of air; she was hot, sweaty, and late. Ron would be pissed that she had missed morning chores, and she couldn't help but think that avoidance might just be her best option.
"Late again Blue Eyes?"
Eve rolled her eyes, struggling to exchange her runners for riding boots. "Don't start with me Evans."
Max Evans smiled, the charming boyish grin contrasting sharply to his over all rugged exterior. "Ron's not in today."
"You're kidding." Tired limbs paused mid-yank. Ron Horner, owner and operator of Adventures on Horseback, was never not in. Hell, the man even came four days after his knee surgery.
"Come on Blue Eyes, would I lie to you?"
Eve studied the glint in his eyes, allowing her own to travel quickly over his body. Tall and muscular, a head topped with a mop of unruly brown hair currently locked away under the black cowboy hat, and a stance that screamed come and get me…. "Hell yes."
Max chuckled, grabbing a pitchfork to continue his work. "Yeah well, as true as that may be, you're still late." He held up a hand, silencing her. "And yes, Ron really isn't here today."
Twisting her long brown hair into a loose ponytail, Eve ambled her way over to the duty roster. Color coded and completely illegible, this thing was what told her how many rides she was guiding during the day. "They've got me going up the Spray? I thought that trail was still closed."
Max paused, his eyes darkening as his lips tightened. "There haven't been any attacks in three days; the police think what ever was attacking people must have left the area."
"That's a load of shit Evens, and you know it! They don't even know what it was in the first place so how would they know that its safe? Eight campers don't just decide to leave bits and pieces of themselves scattered all over the side of the mountain." Eve slumped against the barn wall, running a hand through her hair and muttering a few choice phrases.
Max grabbed her, dragging her backwards and into the barn office. "Im with you ok? But we don't get to make that call."
Evangeline shook her head. "So what, I just take a bunch of tourists up there and hope nothing happens? Great. How lucky for me." Shooting Max a last glance, she paused. "If I get eaten, Im so haunting your ass."