Title : Jimmy Olsen's Blues
Author : Lone Gunfreak
Rating : PG-13
Pairing : Frohike, Scully/Mulder
Disclaimer : Chris " I'm a little weasel and it's taken me forever to finally put my show
out of it's misery " Carter owns The X-Files and The Spin Doctors own " Jimmy Olsen's
Blues ".
Summary : Frohike angsts about Scully. Shite little song fic. Frohike POV
Author's Notes : I feel so ... melodramatic and whiny after writing this. Ick.
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LGM Office/Home
It's raining. Again. Like it has been all weak. Dreary, cold, depressing rain. Byers is ... I dunno,
somewhere around here, and Langly's in his bedroom, typing up some new article and listening to
his music. Loud, like always. As I work on my won article, I listen to the lyrics of song Langly's
playing.
" Well, I don't think I can handle this
A cloudy day in Metropolis "
Doesn't that sound familar. I don't recognise the band ( not really my type of music ), but it's got a
catchy beat, so I pay a bit of attention to it.
" I think I'll talk to my analyst
I got it so bad for this little journalist "
Little journalist ... my mind starts drifting to it's favorite place - a lovely mental image of Special
Agent Dana Scully. Speaking of having it bad for someone.
" It drives me up the wall and through the roof
Lois and Clark in a telephone booth "
I guess that makes Mulder Superman in this little " comparing my life to hippie-boy's song " theme
I have going. Makes sense - he's tall, handsome, and he must have super powers, to keep doing the
things he does, day after day, and never getting killed.
" I think I'm going out of my brain
I got it so bad for little Miss Lois Lane
Lois Lane please put me in your plan "
Yeah. That's reeeeaally going to happen.
" Yeah, Lois Lane you don't need no Superman
Come on downtown and stay with me tonight
I got a pocket full of kryptonite "
The wishfull thinking just piles itself on. Jesus, this song's starting to piss me off. I do NOT need to be
thinking abou this right now. Article, article ...
" He's leaping buildings in a single bound
I'm reading Shakespeare in my place downtown "
make that " every crackpot conspiracy written by any yahoo who can put pen to paper ", and it'd be
about right. Grr. why is this song doing this to me?
" Come on downtown and make love to me "
The phrase " I wish " comes readily to mind. Ah, fuck, I'm still doing it! Fine. I'll listen to the song for
awhile, then get back to work.
" I'm Jimmy Olsen not a titan, you see
He's faster than a bullet, stronger than a train
He's the one who got lucky, got his cape
Around Miss Lois Lane "
Damn right he's lucky. Mulder's got the smartest, most beautiful and courageous woman I've ever
known completely in love with him and willing to lay her life down for him. Stupid bastard doesn't
appreciate that or her. What do I have?
I can't believe my dilemma is real
I'm competing with the man of steel
I have a pathetic obsession with my best friend's love, and an even more pathetic hope that someday
Lois Lane will look at Jimmy Olsen instead of Superman.
If Langly ever plays this cd again, I'll kill him with it.
Author : Lone Gunfreak
Rating : PG-13
Pairing : Frohike, Scully/Mulder
Disclaimer : Chris " I'm a little weasel and it's taken me forever to finally put my show
out of it's misery " Carter owns The X-Files and The Spin Doctors own " Jimmy Olsen's
Blues ".
Summary : Frohike angsts about Scully. Shite little song fic. Frohike POV
Author's Notes : I feel so ... melodramatic and whiny after writing this. Ick.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
LGM Office/Home
It's raining. Again. Like it has been all weak. Dreary, cold, depressing rain. Byers is ... I dunno,
somewhere around here, and Langly's in his bedroom, typing up some new article and listening to
his music. Loud, like always. As I work on my won article, I listen to the lyrics of song Langly's
playing.
" Well, I don't think I can handle this
A cloudy day in Metropolis "
Doesn't that sound familar. I don't recognise the band ( not really my type of music ), but it's got a
catchy beat, so I pay a bit of attention to it.
" I think I'll talk to my analyst
I got it so bad for this little journalist "
Little journalist ... my mind starts drifting to it's favorite place - a lovely mental image of Special
Agent Dana Scully. Speaking of having it bad for someone.
" It drives me up the wall and through the roof
Lois and Clark in a telephone booth "
I guess that makes Mulder Superman in this little " comparing my life to hippie-boy's song " theme
I have going. Makes sense - he's tall, handsome, and he must have super powers, to keep doing the
things he does, day after day, and never getting killed.
" I think I'm going out of my brain
I got it so bad for little Miss Lois Lane
Lois Lane please put me in your plan "
Yeah. That's reeeeaally going to happen.
" Yeah, Lois Lane you don't need no Superman
Come on downtown and stay with me tonight
I got a pocket full of kryptonite "
The wishfull thinking just piles itself on. Jesus, this song's starting to piss me off. I do NOT need to be
thinking abou this right now. Article, article ...
" He's leaping buildings in a single bound
I'm reading Shakespeare in my place downtown "
make that " every crackpot conspiracy written by any yahoo who can put pen to paper ", and it'd be
about right. Grr. why is this song doing this to me?
" Come on downtown and make love to me "
The phrase " I wish " comes readily to mind. Ah, fuck, I'm still doing it! Fine. I'll listen to the song for
awhile, then get back to work.
" I'm Jimmy Olsen not a titan, you see
He's faster than a bullet, stronger than a train
He's the one who got lucky, got his cape
Around Miss Lois Lane "
Damn right he's lucky. Mulder's got the smartest, most beautiful and courageous woman I've ever
known completely in love with him and willing to lay her life down for him. Stupid bastard doesn't
appreciate that or her. What do I have?
I can't believe my dilemma is real
I'm competing with the man of steel
I have a pathetic obsession with my best friend's love, and an even more pathetic hope that someday
Lois Lane will look at Jimmy Olsen instead of Superman.
If Langly ever plays this cd again, I'll kill him with it.