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Fox Network. No copyright infringement intended.
TITLE: The Bunny Patrol
AUTHOR: Christine Leigh
E-MAIL: leighchristine@hotmail.com
RATING: G
CATEGORY: V
SPOILERS: None.
SUMMARY: Mulder and William playing together - Easter.
Set three years in the future. Companion piece to "Snowmen."
The Bunny Patrol
By Christine Leigh
Easter morning
6:30 a.m.
"Shssh."
"Shsssh."
"Shssssh."
"Shsh."
Then there is giggling. They've yet to accomplish a mission
without lots of giggling. It is soft laughter, though, as their
subject is still fast asleep. Scully is dreaming while the
keepers of her heart are playing.
They are soldiers. Or as Mulder explained to Will, after upon
seeing his mom's Easter basket being manhandled by his dad
and being concerned that his mom wouldn't like that at all,
"We're the bunny patrol buddy; we're special. Peter Cottontail
knows all about us, and he told me we could move the
basket." By the time Mulder had finished, Will's focus had
shifted to his own basket, so all was right with the world
again. And besides, his dad always had a story. And better
yet, now they would be in what his dad called 'cahoots.' That
was the best.
Mulder stepped back and studied their handiwork which had
just been taped to the refrigerator door. The note read:
'Where is Mommy's Easter basket? Did the Easter Bunny
forget her? Or is it in the linen closet?'
There is art work, also. Will's eggs look almost identifiable.
They are purple and orange - so far the two crayons that are
the most popular in the little boy's palette.
"I don't know, Will, I think we need to move it up. Mommy's
short, but she's no munchkin. We want her to see it."
This remark makes Will laugh. He loves the munchkins, and
oddly enough, the winged monkeys. Mulder is amazed when
they have watched "The Wizard of Oz," to see this. Those
monkeys gave him nightmares when he was a kid. Mulder
peels the tape away and moves the note so that it will be eye-
level for Scully.
"Okay, on to the linen closet. Two more stops left. Step
quietly." They head for the hallway off the living room. Will
is a chocolately little soldier now, having finally gotten the foil
off a rabbit.
"Daddy, will Mommy wake up soon? Maybe you need to kiss
her." Now Mulder grins. Will is always surprised that Scully
can sleep while he is up and raring to go on weekend
mornings. He remembers the first time Will had asked this
question.
*****
"Daddy, Mommy's still sleep. I want Mommy to play with
us."
"Will, that's a-sleep. Mommy's still asleep."
"A-sleep. I want Mommy to play." Mulder picked him up
and they sat down on the couch, side by side.
"Will, Mommy is special. She's like a princess, so she gets to
sleep as long as she wants." Will thought about this for a
moment and ran the gallery of princesses he knew through his
head, and landed on Sleeping Beauty.
"Daddy, you need to kiss her. Then she will wake up."
Mulder was disintegrating here, but he kept going. "Will,
come here." Will climbed onto Mulder's lap and into his dad's
wonderful hug. "You're an amazing boy, Will. Maybe we'll
both give her a kiss if she doesn't show in an hour. Deal?"
"Deal."
*****
"Maybe we'll try the kiss in a bit. Here we are." Mulder had
note number two ready to go. The art work on this one is a
succession of purple stars. Will has a particular fondness for
stars and chooses them above any other shape to draw more
often than not. Mulder opens the door to the linen closet and
tapes the note to the middle shelf. It reads:
'Ooops. Not here. Could the basket be under the aquarium?
Have the fish eaten all the candy by now?' Mulder reads this
aloud.
"Daddy, the fish don't eat chocolate."
"Is that so? Did they tell you that? Have you been talking
with them again?" Another favorite video for father-son
movie night at the Mulders is "The Incredible Mr. Limpet"
and ever since watching it for the first time Will had become
the confidante of the inhabitants of the aquarium.
"Yes."
"Well, then I guess Mommy's basket is safe." Will nodded
solemnly, or at least as solemnly as the cutest little chocolate
covered four-year old boy in the world could. Mulder was
melting on the inside. This was an existence so removed from
what he had known for most of his life. At times it seemed
surreal. But he knew better. He swiped a finger across Will's
cheek and licked it. "Mmm. That's tasty. Let's go visit the
fish." They headed for the family room.
And there it was. Not under the aquarium, but on top of it. It
wasn't nearly as big as her son's, but Scully's Easter basket had
been lovingly assembled by her most beloved bunny. He'd
chosen all her favorites, and he knew from long experience
that the bordeaux eggs would be the first to go. There was one
more thing, though, and Mulder turned and bent down to
consult his artist-in-residence.
"Will, we need to make Mommy a card for her basket. Are
you up for it?" Mulder held out a piece of folded paper to the
boy. Will nodded, always happy to draw. He took the paper
from Mulder and the two of them walked to the couch and sat
down. Will's crayons had been conveniently placed on the
coffee table. He started with his favorite, the purple one, and
made more stars. Can't have enough stars. Then he switched
to orange and drew more eggs. Later he would get to hunt for
real ones. He couldn't wait. He stopped and Mulder looked at
it. Not for the first time did he marvel at the boy's fascination
with stars. Now it was time for his contribution. He chose a
green crayon.
"Will, this is beautiful. Do you mind if I add something? I
won't spoil it, I promise."
"Okay. Can you draw stars, Daddy?"
"I can, but I think you have that covered, buddy. Your stars
are the best I've ever seen. I think I'll write Mommy a
message from us." He opened it to the inside of the card and
very carefully printed:
'Happy Easter Scully. We love you.'
Then he signed it:
'Forever yours, The Bunny Patrol.'
Mulder then handed it back to Will who nodded in approval
and smiled. And left it with a chocolate thumbprint.
"Mommy needs to wake up, Daddy." Mulder placed the card
in the basket and returned to the couch.
"Let's give her little more time, Will. Tell you what, I'll make
coffee and if she's not up by then, we'll try the kiss routine."
"Okay."
"But we need to be quiet."
"Shssh."
"Shsssh."
"Shssssh."
"Shsh."
- end -
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Carter. They also belong to Ten-Thirteen Productions and the
Fox Network. No copyright infringement intended.
TITLE: The Bunny Patrol
AUTHOR: Christine Leigh
E-MAIL: leighchristine@hotmail.com
RATING: G
CATEGORY: V
SPOILERS: None.
SUMMARY: Mulder and William playing together - Easter.
Set three years in the future. Companion piece to "Snowmen."
The Bunny Patrol
By Christine Leigh
Easter morning
6:30 a.m.
"Shssh."
"Shsssh."
"Shssssh."
"Shsh."
Then there is giggling. They've yet to accomplish a mission
without lots of giggling. It is soft laughter, though, as their
subject is still fast asleep. Scully is dreaming while the
keepers of her heart are playing.
They are soldiers. Or as Mulder explained to Will, after upon
seeing his mom's Easter basket being manhandled by his dad
and being concerned that his mom wouldn't like that at all,
"We're the bunny patrol buddy; we're special. Peter Cottontail
knows all about us, and he told me we could move the
basket." By the time Mulder had finished, Will's focus had
shifted to his own basket, so all was right with the world
again. And besides, his dad always had a story. And better
yet, now they would be in what his dad called 'cahoots.' That
was the best.
Mulder stepped back and studied their handiwork which had
just been taped to the refrigerator door. The note read:
'Where is Mommy's Easter basket? Did the Easter Bunny
forget her? Or is it in the linen closet?'
There is art work, also. Will's eggs look almost identifiable.
They are purple and orange - so far the two crayons that are
the most popular in the little boy's palette.
"I don't know, Will, I think we need to move it up. Mommy's
short, but she's no munchkin. We want her to see it."
This remark makes Will laugh. He loves the munchkins, and
oddly enough, the winged monkeys. Mulder is amazed when
they have watched "The Wizard of Oz," to see this. Those
monkeys gave him nightmares when he was a kid. Mulder
peels the tape away and moves the note so that it will be eye-
level for Scully.
"Okay, on to the linen closet. Two more stops left. Step
quietly." They head for the hallway off the living room. Will
is a chocolately little soldier now, having finally gotten the foil
off a rabbit.
"Daddy, will Mommy wake up soon? Maybe you need to kiss
her." Now Mulder grins. Will is always surprised that Scully
can sleep while he is up and raring to go on weekend
mornings. He remembers the first time Will had asked this
question.
*****
"Daddy, Mommy's still sleep. I want Mommy to play with
us."
"Will, that's a-sleep. Mommy's still asleep."
"A-sleep. I want Mommy to play." Mulder picked him up
and they sat down on the couch, side by side.
"Will, Mommy is special. She's like a princess, so she gets to
sleep as long as she wants." Will thought about this for a
moment and ran the gallery of princesses he knew through his
head, and landed on Sleeping Beauty.
"Daddy, you need to kiss her. Then she will wake up."
Mulder was disintegrating here, but he kept going. "Will,
come here." Will climbed onto Mulder's lap and into his dad's
wonderful hug. "You're an amazing boy, Will. Maybe we'll
both give her a kiss if she doesn't show in an hour. Deal?"
"Deal."
*****
"Maybe we'll try the kiss in a bit. Here we are." Mulder had
note number two ready to go. The art work on this one is a
succession of purple stars. Will has a particular fondness for
stars and chooses them above any other shape to draw more
often than not. Mulder opens the door to the linen closet and
tapes the note to the middle shelf. It reads:
'Ooops. Not here. Could the basket be under the aquarium?
Have the fish eaten all the candy by now?' Mulder reads this
aloud.
"Daddy, the fish don't eat chocolate."
"Is that so? Did they tell you that? Have you been talking
with them again?" Another favorite video for father-son
movie night at the Mulders is "The Incredible Mr. Limpet"
and ever since watching it for the first time Will had become
the confidante of the inhabitants of the aquarium.
"Yes."
"Well, then I guess Mommy's basket is safe." Will nodded
solemnly, or at least as solemnly as the cutest little chocolate
covered four-year old boy in the world could. Mulder was
melting on the inside. This was an existence so removed from
what he had known for most of his life. At times it seemed
surreal. But he knew better. He swiped a finger across Will's
cheek and licked it. "Mmm. That's tasty. Let's go visit the
fish." They headed for the family room.
And there it was. Not under the aquarium, but on top of it. It
wasn't nearly as big as her son's, but Scully's Easter basket had
been lovingly assembled by her most beloved bunny. He'd
chosen all her favorites, and he knew from long experience
that the bordeaux eggs would be the first to go. There was one
more thing, though, and Mulder turned and bent down to
consult his artist-in-residence.
"Will, we need to make Mommy a card for her basket. Are
you up for it?" Mulder held out a piece of folded paper to the
boy. Will nodded, always happy to draw. He took the paper
from Mulder and the two of them walked to the couch and sat
down. Will's crayons had been conveniently placed on the
coffee table. He started with his favorite, the purple one, and
made more stars. Can't have enough stars. Then he switched
to orange and drew more eggs. Later he would get to hunt for
real ones. He couldn't wait. He stopped and Mulder looked at
it. Not for the first time did he marvel at the boy's fascination
with stars. Now it was time for his contribution. He chose a
green crayon.
"Will, this is beautiful. Do you mind if I add something? I
won't spoil it, I promise."
"Okay. Can you draw stars, Daddy?"
"I can, but I think you have that covered, buddy. Your stars
are the best I've ever seen. I think I'll write Mommy a
message from us." He opened it to the inside of the card and
very carefully printed:
'Happy Easter Scully. We love you.'
Then he signed it:
'Forever yours, The Bunny Patrol.'
Mulder then handed it back to Will who nodded in approval
and smiled. And left it with a chocolate thumbprint.
"Mommy needs to wake up, Daddy." Mulder placed the card
in the basket and returned to the couch.
"Let's give her little more time, Will. Tell you what, I'll make
coffee and if she's not up by then, we'll try the kiss routine."
"Okay."
"But we need to be quiet."
"Shssh."
"Shsssh."
"Shssssh."
"Shsh."
- end -
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