Mulder Drabbles

Run-in With The Neighbors-Drabble #41

"You're girlfriend seems really nice?"

The new guy stood just outside his door, watching as the elevator closed on Scully, looking slightly ashamed. As if he got caught watching us make out in the hall.

"Girlfriend?" It takes me a moment as I glance back at the elevator, confused. "Oh...no, that's my partner, the woman I work with. We are working on a case." I try to remember this guys name...he was a writer, I think. What did he write again?

"I saw her on the way up, she just seem like a good person." There was that shame in his eyes again. "I'm sorry, I can't help it, I'm always watching people. I just find her fascinating."

Fascinating? Something prickles on my neck as he shuffles back into his apartment. Men fascinated with Scully are never a good thing.

Travel Troubles-Drabble #42

I ditched that two-faced, son-of-a-bitch Krycek too early. The large, beefy matron behind the ticket counter bristled her mustache at me as she glared at my passport, muttering something in Russian.

"You don't understand," I insisted, aching with fatigue and desperation, smoothing down my filthy hair. "I'm an American citizen, I work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and I need to get on that plane."

I wasn't sure, but I believe she just told me to "fuck off" in Russian. Authority clearly doesn't work. How about a charming smile and a well-placed compliment? What woman doesn't love a bit of flirtation? So what if she had a face that looked as if someone got loose on her with a hatchet.

"You know," I drop my tone down smoothly, shooting her a knowing look. "I've always had a thing for tall, Eastern European women. I know this great place we could go, so caviar, a little wine..."

I barely saved my fingertips as she slammed her service window shut.

Pitching-A-Tent-Drabble #43

I don't believe in God, but sweet Jesus, I need to convince him to make my partner stop wearing that outfit to work. I forced myself to remember how to breathe, trying hard not to stare at the perfectly appropriate and hopelessly seductive pencil skirt, and the way it forms to her figure and hugs the curves of her amazing...

"Mulder," Scully cuts off my completely inappropriate thoughts, hardly looked up from the expense report she was reading, missing my guilty start as she frowned at the paper in confusion. "Is there a reason you charged $500 of camping gear in last months report?"

"It's all gear that is useful in our investigations, Scully." I shifted uncomfortably in my desk chair, painfully aware of just how far I had let my thoughts wander from our work. Had she noticed?

"Care to explain to Skinner why it is we need a four person tent?"

"You, me, enough room for equipment, I think its justified."

"Yeah, because Skinner will be perfectly understanding of two of his agents shacking up in a tent together doing God knows what, where." Scully snorted, perching on the corner of my desk without even bothering to glance at the devastation she was causing. "No offense, Mulder, but between you and me unless we get our spending down, I don't see you pitching any tents anywhere for a while."

"I don't know about that," I mutter softly, squirming once again, cursing the non-existent God for his masochistic sense of humor.

Baggage-Drabble #44

"You didn't tell the little woman about me?" Phoebe's dark eyes danced.

"Scully is my partner, Phoebe, I respect her. I know that's a concept foreign to you."

"Respect is usually code for being hopelessly unattracted, Fox. Pity, she is rather cute in a ginger sort of way."

"And you wonder why I said nothing."

"Have you at least told her about your last female partner?" Now Phoebe was thrusting the knife in, turning it for the sheer, sick amusement. "I mean you respected that one too. How long were you married to Diana again?" She only smiled up at my darkening glare. "Oh come off it, Fox, what's a little excess baggage, everyone has got some."

"Some of us more than others, Phoebe."