AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, sorry 'bout the delay, but I had a whole lot of
schoolwork and Thanksgiving turkey keeping me away from my writing for a
while . . . Special thanx once again to my beloved reviewers . . . I love
you all! *sniffle!* GROUP HUG!
LOL . . .
Anyway, this chapter and the next one or two should explain how (our) Mulder and (our) Scully are involved in this mess of a plot. Hope you like!
Capt. Janeway ;)
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CHAPTER 12
System #1
Dana Scully slowly opened her eyes to find the rainy new day.
She yawned, stretched, and, shivering, pulled her blankets a little tighter.
Closing her eyes and smirking, she thought, *I can't remember the last time I got to sleep-in on a weekday.*
She let out a lethargic sigh and listened to the rain tap across the roof of the motel room. She couldn't help but wonder what the weather was like back in D.C. Was everyone back there holding newspapers and magazines over their heads or wrestling with umbrellas, desperate to keep their immaculate business clothes dry? Or was it an Indian summer, with people swarming to the nearest air conditioner?
It was a new day in a different life for her . . . Was it like that for anyone else back there?
*Is it raining everywhere today?*
There was a sudden BOOM of thunder, startling her so much that she leapt out of the bed. Laughing at herself, she sat back down on the edge of the bed. She wiggled her toes a little, and felt the rough carpet rub between them.
A thought came to her: "Mulder!" she hissed aloud, as she realized he wasn't there.
Not again . . . She didn't need to go through this all over again . . . Panicking, she got to her feet and paced the room, as though she might find him that way.
She spotted something on the floor just in front of the door. A piece of paper. She rushed to it and snatched it up.
It was a note, with his handwriting:
"Gone to a diner across the street. Meeting someone with info. Could be a while. Will save some scrambled eggs for you. --Mulder."
She let out another sigh--an exasperated one. "Meeting someone with info." could mean only one thing: Mulder had reassumed his crusade. She went to her suitcase and fished-out some better clothes.
*Here we go again.*
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Please remember to review, etc., etc. Thank you! :)
LOL . . .
Anyway, this chapter and the next one or two should explain how (our) Mulder and (our) Scully are involved in this mess of a plot. Hope you like!
Capt. Janeway ;)
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CHAPTER 12
System #1
Dana Scully slowly opened her eyes to find the rainy new day.
She yawned, stretched, and, shivering, pulled her blankets a little tighter.
Closing her eyes and smirking, she thought, *I can't remember the last time I got to sleep-in on a weekday.*
She let out a lethargic sigh and listened to the rain tap across the roof of the motel room. She couldn't help but wonder what the weather was like back in D.C. Was everyone back there holding newspapers and magazines over their heads or wrestling with umbrellas, desperate to keep their immaculate business clothes dry? Or was it an Indian summer, with people swarming to the nearest air conditioner?
It was a new day in a different life for her . . . Was it like that for anyone else back there?
*Is it raining everywhere today?*
There was a sudden BOOM of thunder, startling her so much that she leapt out of the bed. Laughing at herself, she sat back down on the edge of the bed. She wiggled her toes a little, and felt the rough carpet rub between them.
A thought came to her: "Mulder!" she hissed aloud, as she realized he wasn't there.
Not again . . . She didn't need to go through this all over again . . . Panicking, she got to her feet and paced the room, as though she might find him that way.
She spotted something on the floor just in front of the door. A piece of paper. She rushed to it and snatched it up.
It was a note, with his handwriting:
"Gone to a diner across the street. Meeting someone with info. Could be a while. Will save some scrambled eggs for you. --Mulder."
She let out another sigh--an exasperated one. "Meeting someone with info." could mean only one thing: Mulder had reassumed his crusade. She went to her suitcase and fished-out some better clothes.
*Here we go again.*
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Please remember to review, etc., etc. Thank you! :)
