The Nascar Files
By: Christy Gordon
Author's notes: Ok, I'm a huge NASCAR fan as well as a huge X-Files fan. So I decided to marry my two obsessions together and here is the product! This is my first X- Files fanfic, so please don't bomb my house if you think it sucks. By the Way… the title is a work in progress…so don't tell me that it
sucks…cause chances are, I'll agree with you.
Disclaimer: No, Mulder and Scully do not belong to me! They belong to the wonderful people at 1013 and Chris Carter. Jeff Gordon, Rusty Wallace, Dale Earnhardt, Steve Park, Mark Martin and any other NASCAR driver's names used are real NASCAR drivers!! They don't belong to anyone!
Feedback: Please send feedback! This is my very first fanfic.........so I'd like to know if people think it sucks or not.
Email me at Christy24Fan@hotmail.com
~This story is dedicated to the memory of a great legend, Dale Earnhardt. May he forever
live in our hearts. RIP 1951-2001
The Nascar Files
March 18, 2001
J. Edgar Hoover Building
"Mulder!" This was at least the fourth time she'd called out his name. "MULDER!!" What is so interesting on that tv?? He's probably watching one of his video's that don't belong to him. 'Well, there is work to do, he can watch that filth on his own watch', she thought. "M-U-L-D-E-R!!!!!!!!" This time he took his eyes off the tv and looked into his partner's deep blue eyes. "WHAT???" Scully was speechless.....she hadn't exactly expected a response. After a few seconds she opened her mouth to respond. "What are you watching? We have to finish these reports before tomorrow.......so stop watching tv and help me out here!" She really doubted that Mulder was going to turn off the tv and help her. After all, it was Sunday and they both wanted to be at home instead of in their dank, cramped basement office in the J. Edgar Hoover building. Scully couldn't blame him. She would have rather been at home curled up with a Stephen King novel. "Scully, I'm busy right now....can we finish the reports later?" Mulder turned his attention back to the television set. Apparently the commercial had ended. Scully let out a sigh and sat down at her desk. Nothing was going to tear Mulder away from that tv set......maybe
if there's a mysterious power outage.....nah, she couldn't do that. She rifled through some papers but could not concentrate. Scully couldn't stand it anymore. She had to find out what he was watching, even though she suspected that he was watching something that she wouldn't want to see. She walked over and stood behind Mulder's chair. "What is so interesting on that thing?" she asked him. She looked over his shoulder and saw what was on the tv screen. To her
surprise, he was not watching filth, but instead, an auto race. She smiled to herself...'Mulder is an auto racing fan?', she thought. "Racing? That's what your watching?!" Scully said in a surprised tone. Mulder took his feet off of his desk and swiveled his chair around so he could look at Scully who was standing behind him. "Scully, this is the best action on television. Better than Survivor, Who Wants to be a Millionaire, and even the Simpsons!" Mulder exclaimed. 'Wow, better than the Simpsons!', she thought to herself. "We have work to do Mulder, you can find out the race results tomorrow. Now turn the television off." She turned to go back to her desk. Mulder propped his feet on the end of his desk again. He had no intention of turning the race off. "Getting the results tomorrow is not the same as watching it Scully. Come over here and watch it with me, there's still 125 laps to go." Scully really didn't want to do paper work, but she didn't want to sit with Mulder and watch cars run around in circles either. "Its much more than cars going around in circles Scully!" Mulder added, as if he could read her mind. Scully sighed and pulled another chair up to the small TV, which was sitting on the edge of Mulder's cluttered desk. "So, who's winning?" Scully asked, trying to get interested in the action on the tv. "Well, nobody is winning per se.....Nobody actually wins until the checkered flag falls, right now there're all out there racing to get there first..." He tried to explain it to her, but Scully still looked lost. He guessed it would just have been easier to tell her that Mark Martin was winning. "So, who are you cheering for?" Scully asked. Mulder cheered for several different drivers. His favorite had always been Dale Earnhardt, but since his tragic passing, Mulder didn't really have a favorite driver at the moment. But if there was anyone out there that he was partial to, it was Dale Jarrett. "Dale Jarrett.....he's the number 88, the car with UPS written on the hood. You should find a driver to cheer for too Scully.....Pick a guy, they're all good choices." Mulder said. Maybe he could get Scully interested in racing. She needs an interest in something besides cutting open dead corpses. Mulder smiled to himself. He looked at Scully, who was studying the race as if she was determining the cause of death during an autopsy. They sat in silence for a while, watching laps wind down. There was plenty of action on the track. There had been 4 accidents and many lead changes. It was a very exciting race indeed. During a commercial, Mulder decided to break their silence. "Have you picked a driver yet?" He asked, not really expecting an answer. He doubted Scully was even paying attention to the race. She was probably daydreaming. "Well, I have. I've been studying the statistics on the all the drivers which have been shown and I have come to the conclusion that Jeff Gordon is the man I will cheer for." Did she just say Gordon?? "Gordon?? Well, he's a good choice. He's a pretty good driver, but I'll tell ya Scully, not a lot of people like him." Scully looked at Mulder. 'How could people not like him? Have they looked at the man? He's cute………well, that's certainly not like myself, I've never judged the book by the cover before…' she thought to herself. "Why's that?" she asked. Mulder pondered her question for a moment. There were so many reasons that people hated Gordon. Mulder himself had no problems with the man, but other people did. "Well, some people don 't like him because he's too good looking and he's not from the South like most of the other drivers are." Mulder tried to explain it. Scully nodded. 'Those are stupid reasons to hate a man,' she thought. "Also, many people hate him because he wins too much." Now Scully understood. Everyone likes a winner, but not someone who wins too much. "He's still my pick." Scully was going to stick with this Gordon kid. If he is so hated, then he must be good. They turned their attention back to the screen. There were 20 laps to go and Gordon and Jarrett were battling for the lead. Mulder and Scully watched as their drivers battled for the win. Back and forth they swapped the lead. Scully couldn't stand it! Finally, with a burst of speed, Gordon took the lead and went on to win. "He won?" Scully said, surprised. Mulder laughed. "Yes, he won. Go ahead, celebrate, he beat my driver fair and square." Scully got out of her chair and walked over to her desk smiling. 'He actually won', she thought. Scully couldn't believe it. She felt so alive after seeing her driver win. 'I think I'm hooked', she thought to herself. From that day on, Dana Scully was a race fan. Weird as it may seem, it became true. She never missed a race. Every Sunday, Mulder and her would sit down together and watch 43 drivers battle it out for first place.
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4 Months Later
June 24, 2001
Scully's Apartment
Where was Mulder? The race was about to begin and he wasn't there yet. Scully looked around her living room. Everything was set up. The television was on the correct channel. There were plenty of snacks and beer to hold them over for four hours. The only thing missing was Mulder. Scully slinked down into her sofa watching the pre-race activities on the TV. If Mulder didn't hurry up, he'd miss the start of the race. Mulder and her had been romantically involved for a little over 4 months now. Watching the race together every Sunday brought them closer together than chasing UFO's and little gray men ever did. Mulder had said that he had to pick up something special on his way over to her house; a surprise for her. Well, she'd rather have him here with her now than a surprise. She tapped her finger impatiently again the arm of her sofa. The national anthem had just begun playing on TV. The command to start the engines was going to happen soon! Mulder had better get here soon! A few seconds later she heard a knock on her door. Finally! He's here! Scully walked to the door and let him in. They embraced for a few seconds before Scully started scolding him. "Where have you been?? The engines are about to be started!" Scully exclaimed! It wasn't like Mulder to be late on race day. Mulder took his jacket off and walked into the living room. "I told you, I had to pick something up. It's for you, but I'll give it to you after the race ends today." Mulder said slyly. He knew the suspense of waiting four hours was going to kill Scully. He smiled. "Alright Mulder, have it your way. Now, move over! Your hogging up the entire couch." Scully pushed Mulder over to one side of the couch and handed him a beer. The sound of "GENTLEMEN, START YOUR ENGINES!!!" roared over the television speakers. The sound of 43 engines started. The sound gave Scully goose bumps every time she heard it. She smiled and snuggled up against Mulder. 'Today is going to be a good day,' she thought to herself. They watched the race in silence. They only talked during commercials and even then it was when they needed something. Mulder and Scully didn't need to talk aloud to communicate with one another. The bond they shared allowed them to communicate on a much higher level with each other. The race was a wonderful one. Scully's favorite driver, Jeff Gordon, once again won. The kid was on a streak! Mulder shook his head and laughed after the race. "I don't know if anyone can catch Gordon!" He exclaimed. While Mulder's driver, Jarrett, was good, he didn't win nearly as often as Gordon did. Scully smiled at Mulder and looked into his hazel eyes. "Nobody will catch him…he's too fast for everyone else!" She stated. They both stood up from the couch and began to stretch out their muscles. Watching a race can really put a strain on your muscles from sitting in one position for such a long time. Scully found that out quickly. She tried to move around during commercials, but she never knew how long they would last, so she decided to just stay on the couch so she wouldn't miss a moment of the race. Finally, Scully couldn't stand it anymore. She had been sitting here for four hours wondering what Mulder had gotten for her. She tried to concentrate on the race, but her thoughts always came back to Mulder's surprise. "Ok, Mulder. Where's my surprise??" Mulder walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. "Geeze, don't you have any ice tea Scully?" Mulder said, knowing that Scully couldn't stand the suspense any longer. Scully sighed and pushed Mulder away from the refrigerator. She reached into the back of it and produced a pitcher of freshly brewed ice tea. "Made this morning, just for you Mulder." She said. Mulder smiled, he enjoyed watching her squirm. Mulder set his ice tea down on the table and reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet. "What? Are you going to start paying me for ice tea now Mulder?" Scully asked, amused. He opened his wallet and produced two tickets, which he handed to Scully. "What are these?" She asked looking at the tickets. "Two tickets for the July 7th race at Daytona!" Scully laughed. "You are the best Mulder!!" She grabbed him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Wait, that's not all Scully. It gets better." Mulder announced. Scully was puzzled. 'How could this possibly get any better?' She thought. Out of his wallet, Mulder produced 2 more tickets. "Pit passes, which includes access to the drivers. And I have pulled some strings and put together a opportunity for us to meet Jeff Gordon." Now Scully looked like she was going to faint. "You're kidding! I get to meet Gordon!!!" Scully threw her arms around Mulder and gave him a big kiss on the lips. "Glad you like my surprise." Mulder whispered when their lips parted. "I love it Mulder. Thank you so much!" Scully said. "No need to thank me Scully. I only want to see you happy." Mulder replied. "I am happy Mulder. Life is good." She said as she pulled him in closer for another kiss. "Damn good."
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July 6th 2001
Airport
12:35 A.M
"You have the tickets right?"
"For the 100th time, Yes!"
"You know the directions to the hotel right?"
"Yes!"
"You have the rental car deposit?"
"Scully!"
"Sorry Mulder, I'm just really excited. And I don't want anything to go wrong, like leaving our race tickets at home or anything." Scully had been like this all morning. If she didn't calm down, Mulder was about to take one of his socks off and stick it in her mouth. "Just calm down Scully. Do I need to sedate you?" Scully laughed. "No, I think I'll be fine Mulder." Their flight to Daytona did not leave for another hour, so they were sitting in the terminal, drinking coffee. 'Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to give Scully coffee. Now, she probably won't sleep on the plane.' Mulder thought. It was only an hour and a half flight down to Daytona, but Mulder didn't want Scully to be squirming her seat. He just wanted to stretch his legs out and relax. "I'll be good Mulder. I'm calm now. But I can't help myself. We are going to Daytona to meet Jeff Gordon!" She exclaimed, getting excited again. "It's like the equivalent to meeting little gray men from Mars for you." He understood her excitement; he just wished she would calm down a little bit. 'Maybe she'll tire herself out.' He thought. Mulder pulled out a copy of the newspaper out of his carry on bag. The newspaper was wrinkled and filled with coffee stains. Well that's what you get when you try to read and eat breakfast at the same time. He flipped through a few sections, handing Scully the Nascar section. He pulled out the Science section for himself. He had been reading a good article on the MIR Space Station when Scully had arrived at his apartment at 8:00 that morning. He never had the chance to finish reading it. He read the rest of the article, occasionally taking a glance at Scully, who had a smile frozen to her face. "BOARDING WILL NOW BEGIN FOR FLIGHT 1013 TO DAYTONA BEACH, FLORIDA AT GATE 8." A voice said over the loud speaker. "That's us," Mulder said tucking the newspaper back into his carry on bag. They gathered their luggage and made their way onto the airplane. Mulder stuck their carry on luggage in the bin above their heads, and then plopped down into his first class seat. "Ah…time to relax Scully." He said, closing his eyes. Scully reached over and grabbed Mulder's hand. He opened his eyes and smiled; they didn't hold hands very often. "Mulder, why are we in first class? We usually travel in coach." Scully wondered. "Because, this is a very special trip Scully. And we are going to do things the right way, including sitting in first class." Mulder replied, stroking Scully's hand lovingly with his thumb. Scully smiled. She had calmed down and was now ready to just relax with Mulder. They both settled into their seats and closed their eyes to fall asleep. Scully was on the brink of falling asleep when she felt a kick on her chair. She dismissed it and shifted in her chair to attempt to fall asleep again. 'Probably just someone getting situated in their seat' she thought. The second time her chair was kicked, Scully sat straight up and turned around. Sitting behind her was a small child who looked to be about 6 years old. Scully got the attention of the child's father. "Sir, could you please keep your child from kicking the back of my seat? I'm trying to sleep here." Scully said as nicely as she could. The father gave his son a stern look and apologized to Scully. She turned back around in her seat and closed her eyes to fall asleep again when across the aisle from them a small group of children starting singing. "The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round all day long." The children sang loudly. Scully opened her eyes and looked over to Mulder, who was sound asleep. "I bet he could sleep through a tornado." She muttered. She tried to block the loud singing out of her mind, when the small child behind her started kicking her seat once again. Scully was ready to scream. She just wanted to relax and sleep on the trip down to Daytona and instead she was putting up with annoying children. To make matters worse, the couple in front of her starting arguing. She couldn't quite figure out what they were fighting over but she was sure that it was a trivial matter. The constant kicking by the small child was beginning to make Scully furious. Scully shook Mulder awake. "What?" He asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Mulder, I can't take this! I'm trying to sleep and I've got this one kid kicking my seat, that group of kids singing about the wheels of a bus, and those two people will not stop arguing!" She whined to him. "What do you want me to do about it?" Mulder asked. "Ok Mulder, you go back to sleep, I'll handle this." She told him. He didn't make an attempt to go back to sleep, instead he watched what Scully was going. She reached into her purse and pulled out her gun. "SCULLY! What are you doing! You can't shoot those poor kids!" Mulder said, snatching the gun out of her hand. "Mulder! I wasn't going to shoot them! I was simple going to threaten them with the gun." She explained trying to take the gun back. "Do you want to get us kicked off the airplane?" Mulder asked her keeping the gun out of her reach. Scully laughed. "They can't kick us off! We are 30,000 miles above the ground!" She told him. "No gun Scully. Sorry, but try to solve this without the use of violence or threats." He put the gun into the carry on bag under his seat. "Ok, I think I have a knife in my purse." She said digging around in her purse. "A knife??? How did you get that past security?" He asked her. "I told them I needed it for FBI purposes." Scully said. Mulder reached over and took her purse away. He started searching through it. Mace, Knife, Scissors, Extra Gun. "Damn Scully! What do you need all this stuff for?" He took her purse and put it in his carry on bag with her gun. "I need it to threaten annoying kids and arguing couples. That's what I need it all for!" She exclaimed. The kicking on the back of her seat began to get more frequent and annoying. "Well, I have to do something about this! I can't sleep through all of this!" She said. "I knew that it was a bad idea to give you coffee this morning!" He muttered to himself. "I'll handle this Scully." He told her. He looked down on his arm rest and pushed the stewardess call button. They waited a few minutes as the singing, arguing, and kicking progressively got worse. A blonde stewardess walked over to their seats. "Is there a problem?" She asked. Mulder explained the situation to the woman. "Well, I'm sorry sir. There is nothing I can do about this. This flight is booked and we cannot possibly move you. It seems there is a race or something going on in Daytona this weekend. Every flight is booked!" She said and walked away. "Well, that didn't solve anything Mulder." Scully said. Mulder turned around in his seat. "Hi little boy. My name is Mulder and if you don't stop kicking this nice woman's seat, I'm going to break your legs off." He said smiling. He turned around in his seat as he heard the little boy crying to his father who was sleeping. "That's one problem solved." He reached into his carryon bag and produced 2 earplugs. "Problem 2 and 3 solved." He said as he gave them to her. She smiled at him as she put them in. "Thank you Mulder." She said. Scully closed her eyes to fall asleep when she felt a sharp kicking on the back of her chair. Scully sighed. This was going to be one long flight.
Ok...that's it so far....I have the 2 part almost done and I will have it up very soon.
So, What did you think? Please Review it!
Thanks!
By: Christy Gordon
Author's notes: Ok, I'm a huge NASCAR fan as well as a huge X-Files fan. So I decided to marry my two obsessions together and here is the product! This is my first X- Files fanfic, so please don't bomb my house if you think it sucks. By the Way… the title is a work in progress…so don't tell me that it
sucks…cause chances are, I'll agree with you.
Disclaimer: No, Mulder and Scully do not belong to me! They belong to the wonderful people at 1013 and Chris Carter. Jeff Gordon, Rusty Wallace, Dale Earnhardt, Steve Park, Mark Martin and any other NASCAR driver's names used are real NASCAR drivers!! They don't belong to anyone!
Feedback: Please send feedback! This is my very first fanfic.........so I'd like to know if people think it sucks or not.
Email me at Christy24Fan@hotmail.com
~This story is dedicated to the memory of a great legend, Dale Earnhardt. May he forever
live in our hearts. RIP 1951-2001
The Nascar Files
March 18, 2001
J. Edgar Hoover Building
"Mulder!" This was at least the fourth time she'd called out his name. "MULDER!!" What is so interesting on that tv?? He's probably watching one of his video's that don't belong to him. 'Well, there is work to do, he can watch that filth on his own watch', she thought. "M-U-L-D-E-R!!!!!!!!" This time he took his eyes off the tv and looked into his partner's deep blue eyes. "WHAT???" Scully was speechless.....she hadn't exactly expected a response. After a few seconds she opened her mouth to respond. "What are you watching? We have to finish these reports before tomorrow.......so stop watching tv and help me out here!" She really doubted that Mulder was going to turn off the tv and help her. After all, it was Sunday and they both wanted to be at home instead of in their dank, cramped basement office in the J. Edgar Hoover building. Scully couldn't blame him. She would have rather been at home curled up with a Stephen King novel. "Scully, I'm busy right now....can we finish the reports later?" Mulder turned his attention back to the television set. Apparently the commercial had ended. Scully let out a sigh and sat down at her desk. Nothing was going to tear Mulder away from that tv set......maybe
if there's a mysterious power outage.....nah, she couldn't do that. She rifled through some papers but could not concentrate. Scully couldn't stand it anymore. She had to find out what he was watching, even though she suspected that he was watching something that she wouldn't want to see. She walked over and stood behind Mulder's chair. "What is so interesting on that thing?" she asked him. She looked over his shoulder and saw what was on the tv screen. To her
surprise, he was not watching filth, but instead, an auto race. She smiled to herself...'Mulder is an auto racing fan?', she thought. "Racing? That's what your watching?!" Scully said in a surprised tone. Mulder took his feet off of his desk and swiveled his chair around so he could look at Scully who was standing behind him. "Scully, this is the best action on television. Better than Survivor, Who Wants to be a Millionaire, and even the Simpsons!" Mulder exclaimed. 'Wow, better than the Simpsons!', she thought to herself. "We have work to do Mulder, you can find out the race results tomorrow. Now turn the television off." She turned to go back to her desk. Mulder propped his feet on the end of his desk again. He had no intention of turning the race off. "Getting the results tomorrow is not the same as watching it Scully. Come over here and watch it with me, there's still 125 laps to go." Scully really didn't want to do paper work, but she didn't want to sit with Mulder and watch cars run around in circles either. "Its much more than cars going around in circles Scully!" Mulder added, as if he could read her mind. Scully sighed and pulled another chair up to the small TV, which was sitting on the edge of Mulder's cluttered desk. "So, who's winning?" Scully asked, trying to get interested in the action on the tv. "Well, nobody is winning per se.....Nobody actually wins until the checkered flag falls, right now there're all out there racing to get there first..." He tried to explain it to her, but Scully still looked lost. He guessed it would just have been easier to tell her that Mark Martin was winning. "So, who are you cheering for?" Scully asked. Mulder cheered for several different drivers. His favorite had always been Dale Earnhardt, but since his tragic passing, Mulder didn't really have a favorite driver at the moment. But if there was anyone out there that he was partial to, it was Dale Jarrett. "Dale Jarrett.....he's the number 88, the car with UPS written on the hood. You should find a driver to cheer for too Scully.....Pick a guy, they're all good choices." Mulder said. Maybe he could get Scully interested in racing. She needs an interest in something besides cutting open dead corpses. Mulder smiled to himself. He looked at Scully, who was studying the race as if she was determining the cause of death during an autopsy. They sat in silence for a while, watching laps wind down. There was plenty of action on the track. There had been 4 accidents and many lead changes. It was a very exciting race indeed. During a commercial, Mulder decided to break their silence. "Have you picked a driver yet?" He asked, not really expecting an answer. He doubted Scully was even paying attention to the race. She was probably daydreaming. "Well, I have. I've been studying the statistics on the all the drivers which have been shown and I have come to the conclusion that Jeff Gordon is the man I will cheer for." Did she just say Gordon?? "Gordon?? Well, he's a good choice. He's a pretty good driver, but I'll tell ya Scully, not a lot of people like him." Scully looked at Mulder. 'How could people not like him? Have they looked at the man? He's cute………well, that's certainly not like myself, I've never judged the book by the cover before…' she thought to herself. "Why's that?" she asked. Mulder pondered her question for a moment. There were so many reasons that people hated Gordon. Mulder himself had no problems with the man, but other people did. "Well, some people don 't like him because he's too good looking and he's not from the South like most of the other drivers are." Mulder tried to explain it. Scully nodded. 'Those are stupid reasons to hate a man,' she thought. "Also, many people hate him because he wins too much." Now Scully understood. Everyone likes a winner, but not someone who wins too much. "He's still my pick." Scully was going to stick with this Gordon kid. If he is so hated, then he must be good. They turned their attention back to the screen. There were 20 laps to go and Gordon and Jarrett were battling for the lead. Mulder and Scully watched as their drivers battled for the win. Back and forth they swapped the lead. Scully couldn't stand it! Finally, with a burst of speed, Gordon took the lead and went on to win. "He won?" Scully said, surprised. Mulder laughed. "Yes, he won. Go ahead, celebrate, he beat my driver fair and square." Scully got out of her chair and walked over to her desk smiling. 'He actually won', she thought. Scully couldn't believe it. She felt so alive after seeing her driver win. 'I think I'm hooked', she thought to herself. From that day on, Dana Scully was a race fan. Weird as it may seem, it became true. She never missed a race. Every Sunday, Mulder and her would sit down together and watch 43 drivers battle it out for first place.
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4 Months Later
June 24, 2001
Scully's Apartment
Where was Mulder? The race was about to begin and he wasn't there yet. Scully looked around her living room. Everything was set up. The television was on the correct channel. There were plenty of snacks and beer to hold them over for four hours. The only thing missing was Mulder. Scully slinked down into her sofa watching the pre-race activities on the TV. If Mulder didn't hurry up, he'd miss the start of the race. Mulder and her had been romantically involved for a little over 4 months now. Watching the race together every Sunday brought them closer together than chasing UFO's and little gray men ever did. Mulder had said that he had to pick up something special on his way over to her house; a surprise for her. Well, she'd rather have him here with her now than a surprise. She tapped her finger impatiently again the arm of her sofa. The national anthem had just begun playing on TV. The command to start the engines was going to happen soon! Mulder had better get here soon! A few seconds later she heard a knock on her door. Finally! He's here! Scully walked to the door and let him in. They embraced for a few seconds before Scully started scolding him. "Where have you been?? The engines are about to be started!" Scully exclaimed! It wasn't like Mulder to be late on race day. Mulder took his jacket off and walked into the living room. "I told you, I had to pick something up. It's for you, but I'll give it to you after the race ends today." Mulder said slyly. He knew the suspense of waiting four hours was going to kill Scully. He smiled. "Alright Mulder, have it your way. Now, move over! Your hogging up the entire couch." Scully pushed Mulder over to one side of the couch and handed him a beer. The sound of "GENTLEMEN, START YOUR ENGINES!!!" roared over the television speakers. The sound of 43 engines started. The sound gave Scully goose bumps every time she heard it. She smiled and snuggled up against Mulder. 'Today is going to be a good day,' she thought to herself. They watched the race in silence. They only talked during commercials and even then it was when they needed something. Mulder and Scully didn't need to talk aloud to communicate with one another. The bond they shared allowed them to communicate on a much higher level with each other. The race was a wonderful one. Scully's favorite driver, Jeff Gordon, once again won. The kid was on a streak! Mulder shook his head and laughed after the race. "I don't know if anyone can catch Gordon!" He exclaimed. While Mulder's driver, Jarrett, was good, he didn't win nearly as often as Gordon did. Scully smiled at Mulder and looked into his hazel eyes. "Nobody will catch him…he's too fast for everyone else!" She stated. They both stood up from the couch and began to stretch out their muscles. Watching a race can really put a strain on your muscles from sitting in one position for such a long time. Scully found that out quickly. She tried to move around during commercials, but she never knew how long they would last, so she decided to just stay on the couch so she wouldn't miss a moment of the race. Finally, Scully couldn't stand it anymore. She had been sitting here for four hours wondering what Mulder had gotten for her. She tried to concentrate on the race, but her thoughts always came back to Mulder's surprise. "Ok, Mulder. Where's my surprise??" Mulder walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. "Geeze, don't you have any ice tea Scully?" Mulder said, knowing that Scully couldn't stand the suspense any longer. Scully sighed and pushed Mulder away from the refrigerator. She reached into the back of it and produced a pitcher of freshly brewed ice tea. "Made this morning, just for you Mulder." She said. Mulder smiled, he enjoyed watching her squirm. Mulder set his ice tea down on the table and reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet. "What? Are you going to start paying me for ice tea now Mulder?" Scully asked, amused. He opened his wallet and produced two tickets, which he handed to Scully. "What are these?" She asked looking at the tickets. "Two tickets for the July 7th race at Daytona!" Scully laughed. "You are the best Mulder!!" She grabbed him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Wait, that's not all Scully. It gets better." Mulder announced. Scully was puzzled. 'How could this possibly get any better?' She thought. Out of his wallet, Mulder produced 2 more tickets. "Pit passes, which includes access to the drivers. And I have pulled some strings and put together a opportunity for us to meet Jeff Gordon." Now Scully looked like she was going to faint. "You're kidding! I get to meet Gordon!!!" Scully threw her arms around Mulder and gave him a big kiss on the lips. "Glad you like my surprise." Mulder whispered when their lips parted. "I love it Mulder. Thank you so much!" Scully said. "No need to thank me Scully. I only want to see you happy." Mulder replied. "I am happy Mulder. Life is good." She said as she pulled him in closer for another kiss. "Damn good."
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July 6th 2001
Airport
12:35 A.M
"You have the tickets right?"
"For the 100th time, Yes!"
"You know the directions to the hotel right?"
"Yes!"
"You have the rental car deposit?"
"Scully!"
"Sorry Mulder, I'm just really excited. And I don't want anything to go wrong, like leaving our race tickets at home or anything." Scully had been like this all morning. If she didn't calm down, Mulder was about to take one of his socks off and stick it in her mouth. "Just calm down Scully. Do I need to sedate you?" Scully laughed. "No, I think I'll be fine Mulder." Their flight to Daytona did not leave for another hour, so they were sitting in the terminal, drinking coffee. 'Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to give Scully coffee. Now, she probably won't sleep on the plane.' Mulder thought. It was only an hour and a half flight down to Daytona, but Mulder didn't want Scully to be squirming her seat. He just wanted to stretch his legs out and relax. "I'll be good Mulder. I'm calm now. But I can't help myself. We are going to Daytona to meet Jeff Gordon!" She exclaimed, getting excited again. "It's like the equivalent to meeting little gray men from Mars for you." He understood her excitement; he just wished she would calm down a little bit. 'Maybe she'll tire herself out.' He thought. Mulder pulled out a copy of the newspaper out of his carry on bag. The newspaper was wrinkled and filled with coffee stains. Well that's what you get when you try to read and eat breakfast at the same time. He flipped through a few sections, handing Scully the Nascar section. He pulled out the Science section for himself. He had been reading a good article on the MIR Space Station when Scully had arrived at his apartment at 8:00 that morning. He never had the chance to finish reading it. He read the rest of the article, occasionally taking a glance at Scully, who had a smile frozen to her face. "BOARDING WILL NOW BEGIN FOR FLIGHT 1013 TO DAYTONA BEACH, FLORIDA AT GATE 8." A voice said over the loud speaker. "That's us," Mulder said tucking the newspaper back into his carry on bag. They gathered their luggage and made their way onto the airplane. Mulder stuck their carry on luggage in the bin above their heads, and then plopped down into his first class seat. "Ah…time to relax Scully." He said, closing his eyes. Scully reached over and grabbed Mulder's hand. He opened his eyes and smiled; they didn't hold hands very often. "Mulder, why are we in first class? We usually travel in coach." Scully wondered. "Because, this is a very special trip Scully. And we are going to do things the right way, including sitting in first class." Mulder replied, stroking Scully's hand lovingly with his thumb. Scully smiled. She had calmed down and was now ready to just relax with Mulder. They both settled into their seats and closed their eyes to fall asleep. Scully was on the brink of falling asleep when she felt a kick on her chair. She dismissed it and shifted in her chair to attempt to fall asleep again. 'Probably just someone getting situated in their seat' she thought. The second time her chair was kicked, Scully sat straight up and turned around. Sitting behind her was a small child who looked to be about 6 years old. Scully got the attention of the child's father. "Sir, could you please keep your child from kicking the back of my seat? I'm trying to sleep here." Scully said as nicely as she could. The father gave his son a stern look and apologized to Scully. She turned back around in her seat and closed her eyes to fall asleep again when across the aisle from them a small group of children starting singing. "The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round all day long." The children sang loudly. Scully opened her eyes and looked over to Mulder, who was sound asleep. "I bet he could sleep through a tornado." She muttered. She tried to block the loud singing out of her mind, when the small child behind her started kicking her seat once again. Scully was ready to scream. She just wanted to relax and sleep on the trip down to Daytona and instead she was putting up with annoying children. To make matters worse, the couple in front of her starting arguing. She couldn't quite figure out what they were fighting over but she was sure that it was a trivial matter. The constant kicking by the small child was beginning to make Scully furious. Scully shook Mulder awake. "What?" He asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Mulder, I can't take this! I'm trying to sleep and I've got this one kid kicking my seat, that group of kids singing about the wheels of a bus, and those two people will not stop arguing!" She whined to him. "What do you want me to do about it?" Mulder asked. "Ok Mulder, you go back to sleep, I'll handle this." She told him. He didn't make an attempt to go back to sleep, instead he watched what Scully was going. She reached into her purse and pulled out her gun. "SCULLY! What are you doing! You can't shoot those poor kids!" Mulder said, snatching the gun out of her hand. "Mulder! I wasn't going to shoot them! I was simple going to threaten them with the gun." She explained trying to take the gun back. "Do you want to get us kicked off the airplane?" Mulder asked her keeping the gun out of her reach. Scully laughed. "They can't kick us off! We are 30,000 miles above the ground!" She told him. "No gun Scully. Sorry, but try to solve this without the use of violence or threats." He put the gun into the carry on bag under his seat. "Ok, I think I have a knife in my purse." She said digging around in her purse. "A knife??? How did you get that past security?" He asked her. "I told them I needed it for FBI purposes." Scully said. Mulder reached over and took her purse away. He started searching through it. Mace, Knife, Scissors, Extra Gun. "Damn Scully! What do you need all this stuff for?" He took her purse and put it in his carry on bag with her gun. "I need it to threaten annoying kids and arguing couples. That's what I need it all for!" She exclaimed. The kicking on the back of her seat began to get more frequent and annoying. "Well, I have to do something about this! I can't sleep through all of this!" She said. "I knew that it was a bad idea to give you coffee this morning!" He muttered to himself. "I'll handle this Scully." He told her. He looked down on his arm rest and pushed the stewardess call button. They waited a few minutes as the singing, arguing, and kicking progressively got worse. A blonde stewardess walked over to their seats. "Is there a problem?" She asked. Mulder explained the situation to the woman. "Well, I'm sorry sir. There is nothing I can do about this. This flight is booked and we cannot possibly move you. It seems there is a race or something going on in Daytona this weekend. Every flight is booked!" She said and walked away. "Well, that didn't solve anything Mulder." Scully said. Mulder turned around in his seat. "Hi little boy. My name is Mulder and if you don't stop kicking this nice woman's seat, I'm going to break your legs off." He said smiling. He turned around in his seat as he heard the little boy crying to his father who was sleeping. "That's one problem solved." He reached into his carryon bag and produced 2 earplugs. "Problem 2 and 3 solved." He said as he gave them to her. She smiled at him as she put them in. "Thank you Mulder." She said. Scully closed her eyes to fall asleep when she felt a sharp kicking on the back of her chair. Scully sighed. This was going to be one long flight.
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