Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
For challenge #32 mood images.

Drunk!Mulder

He blinks to clear his vision; pleased to find there are still two Agent Scully's standing in front of him. How did he get this lucky?

The twin Scully's are wearing identical expressions: raised eyebrows, mouths pursed in annoyance, heads tilted slightly to the left.

Hmm, maybe two of Scully is a bad thing.

"Come on, Mulder, let's go."

He grins. Yes, let's go back to the motel room, Scully and Scully.

Only one problem. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"I can't feel my legs."

The Scully's step closer. "Mulder, are you drunk?"

Before he can deny it, everything goes black.

Gloomy!Scully

My life sucks.

Here I am, a woman in my prime, and just look at me. I'm depressingly single, the last pet I had was eaten by an alligator, and my closest friend is a paranoid believer in the paranormal.

What makes it even more pathetic is that I think I may be in love with the aforementioned friend. Who, of course, has no romantic thoughts about me whatsoever.

So I think it bears repeating: My life sucks.

Reason enough to deviate from my healthy eating plan. If I don't have chocolate ice cream now, I might just shoot something.

Grumpy!Kersh

His forehead creased as he read the latest report he'd received. Those two agents would be the death of him, he thought tiredly. Never mind that the X-Files were officially closed, Agents Mulder and Scully still managed to get tangled up in the paranormal.

Kersh's frown deepened. This was not what he'd had in mind when he'd promoted to Deputy Director. His life was supposed to be easier now, not more complicated.

He sighed. Only Mulder and Scully would turn a routine background check into an honest-to-goodness X-File.

Damn, but he hated those two agents.

Now, where was his aspirin?

Lonely!Monica

Taller and skinnier than the rest of the girls in her class, Monica has few friends. Her unconventional beauty sets her even further apart, as does her interest in things other than fashion and boys.

She lies and says she likes being different. She pretends it doesn't hurt when her classmates call her a stupid American. She refuses to cry.

By the time she graduates, she has perfected the art of being aloof and detached.

Years later, she ends up in New York. Still beautiful. Still untouchable.

She doesn't understand why she cares so much about Luke Doggett.

Or his father.

Numb!Doggett

It isn't real, he keeps telling himself. Any minute now, Luke's going to come down the stairs and ask for breakfast. Barbara will smile (the way she hasn't smiled in days) and pour Rice Krispies into Luke's Spiderman bowl. Luke loves (loved) Spiderman.

Luke will ask for Coke and Barbara will laugh, shake her head, and give him orange juice instead.

But Luke doesn't enter. Father Harris does and gives a grim smile. John looks away, out the window, thinking, maybe Luke's outside.

Except he knows that Luke is really in the ground.

He wishes it didn't hurt so much.