"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Ahab cried when he saw me. I grabbed him and hugged him fiercely, then rolled on the floor with him.
"Are you drunk, Mulder?" Scully asked looking down at me and I burst laughing at the sight of her so above me, that was a rare occurrence indeed!
"Damn Scully, you are so short!" I laughed at her, lying on my back. Ahab was sitting on my chest and trying to stuff something into my mouth, which only made me laugh harder.
"Where have you been, Mulder?" Skinner asked authoritatively. What a man! It took me a few moments to catch my breath before I managed to answer: "Don't worry, Mr. Ki. I just went for a ride."
"What's wrong with you?" Scully kneeled down next to me and placed her hand on my forehead: "When did this start to happen?"
"When I started to drive. Like… Remember that guy… Who died… Because I stopped driving…" It was hard to talk, since my whole body was shaking from laugh attack.
"You are not making any sense," Scully said.
"Going for a ride doesn't take two weeks, Mulder!" Skinner barked, taking Ahab off of me. Free from the kid, I rolled onto my side, laughing in the carpet. They were killing me with their seriousness! It was funny as hell.
"You see now why you should have kept your hands off of him?" Skinner said accusingly.
"Are you saying this is my fault, sir?" Scully snapped.
"He was fine before you came!"
"Was he, sir? Because I found him in TEARS!"
"Tears are better than… This!"
"So you like him better miserable than happy?"
"Damn it, Scully! Does this look happy to you?" Skinner pointed a hand towards me and they both turned to stare in my direction.
"By all means friends, don't stop now," I encouraged them: "This is the funniest thing I ever witnessed. I want more!"
"You're right sir, this is insane," Scully obliged my request.
"What are we going to do with him?" Skinner did as well.
"I don't know… Did I really do this to him?"
"It's not your fault, Scully. You seem to be the trigger, though."
"What do you mean, sir?"
"This happened when you returned, while the tears started when you got shot. I wouldn't believe it was possible to get dehydrated from crying if I hadn't witnessed it myself."
"But it's not… possible."
"I hope you'll never get to see the proof, Scully," Skinner turned to me, giving me his hand to help me get up: "Come on, buddy, you need to get cleaned up. Let's get you to the shower."
"I'd rather Scully did that!"
"Leave her alone, Mulder. Come on, let's go."
"Oh, Mr. Ki, you are…"
"Hilarious. I know."