This might be one of the stupidest things I have ever written. LMFAO. Anyway, it's for Julia. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Scully came inside her warm home, which was now a haven from the sharp bitter cold. They had gotten twenty-seven inches of snow, and were expecting eleven that night! She "dusted her shoulders off" and stomped the packed snow off of her black snow boots. Mulder was engrossed with something on his lap top. She would humor herself and check the browsing history later.
"How was your day?" Mulder asked, never tearing his eyes away from the computer in front of him.
"Tiring. I had three surgeries and a load of paper work. How was yours."
"Lonely. I missed you." Scully fought the laugh, which wanted to break past her lips.
"Mulder," She said, still trying to stifle her laughter. "What're you looking at."
"Something completely pg-13 rated –well, sort of."
"Which would be?"
"Song lyrics. Scully, what does it mean to wake up in the morning and feel like P. Diddy?" Her face went stoical.
"My twelve year old patient, Julia loves that song. I hate it." Scully began to walk away to hang up her coat."
"Do you, Dana Katherine Scully, wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy?" Scully threw her head over her shoulder to look back at him.
"P. Diddy wakes up in the morning feelin' like me."
"Do you also brush your teeth with a bottle of Jack?"
"Have you drank a whole bottle of Jack?" She arched an eyebrow as Mulder got up and began walking towards her.
"When I leave out tonight, I aint comin' back," He grabbed his leather jacket and pulled it on. Scully was watching him incredulously. He walked outside and into the snow, stopping short once he reached their walkway.
"You might need your shoes, Keysha. Watch the pedicure on your toes." Mulder wheeled around, grinning like a mad man at Scully, who stood in the door way.
"This boy's gonna touch your junk."
"Kickin you to the curb 'cause you don't look like Mick Jagger!"
--- So I have 27 inches of snow outside of my house right now. We're getting another foot tonight. Nice, right? Not. I'm sick of it. No more, thank you! School was out Monday and is out again on Tuesday. Most likely out on Wednesday too. Booo. Pittsburgh is officially the Arctic Tundra of America.
Okay, I've just embarrassed myself.
-AK.
...or you can just call me (Sitka) Alaskaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah