disclaimer: not mine, don't sue
Walk
by allialli
They were driving down an unlisted road. Well, HE was driving down the unlisted road. She was sitting in the passenger's seat, trying to fall asleep but not having much success because every few seconds, they (HE) hit a huge pothole. Agent Scully had not been looking forward to investigating a case out in the middle of Nowhere, Nebraska, and her hesitance had been rewarded. Mulder had assured her that this was some rare astrological time period in which UFO sightings were attributed. She had assured Mulder that they (HE) would end up empty-handed. She had won. But it was a lose-lose battle that she was fighting with the paranormal.
"Mulder, would you please not aim for the huge holes in the road?" Scully asked, her tone clearly representing her emotions. Mulder didn't pay any attention. He didn't have to be told that she was pissed off. That was why they hadn't been speaking much on the way to the airport.
"Sorry," he said somberly, even though everything in him was fighting and yelling back.
You can catch more flies with honey… Mulder thought to himself. Scully just sighed. That meant only one thing: it was time for "the rant."
"We wouldn't even be out here dodging potholes if you had listened to me in the first place. I can't even believe you would actually believe some mental case from the middle of nowhere over me! Just because he told you he saw some lights in the sky… And so what if it culminates with this astrological event? You know and I know that that's nothing but a bunch of bologna. If only you could see that…"
"Scully, it's been a long, disappointing day. I'd appreciate it if you saved this for some other time, perhaps after I've had a full night's sleep," he calmly told her.
"You could have had all the sleep you wanted, but no. We had to follow some lunatic theory of your's out here, and… Mulder!" Scully shouted. She had been shouting before she said his name, but it came out the loudest. Something had darted in front of their rental car. A deer, maybe. Maybe some insignificant animal such as a squirrel that each one of them inevitably hit every day living in DC. But it had been a long, disappointing day, and neither of them could tell what darted in front of their car.
Instinctively, Mulder swerved. Even if it was a squirrel, there was that chance that it could be a deer, and he had refused the renter's insurance on the car. And that was something that he really didn't want to deal with…
And how was Mulder supposed to know that he swerved the car violently enough to flip it? And, furthermore, how was he supposed to know that, even though they had been driving past empty cornfields for the past hour and a half, when he flipped the car, he would flip right into a tree? And how was Mulder supposed to know that when he flipped into that tree, it wouldn't be his side pinned up against it?
It would be his partner's.
How was he supposed to know all these things?
He didn't, so he swerved the car, causing it to flip right into a tree with Scully's side pinned up against it.
The perfect way to end a long, disappointing day.