Chapter 2: The Flight
I quickly packed my bags while Mulder watched me. It was six am and he had already packed, but I knew all he had brought was a toothbrush, a clean pair of boxers, and soap. I packed my famous blue silk pajamas, a blue skirt and matching jacket, black pants and matching jacket, sweat pants and jacket to match, my famous white blouse, and a couple of T-shirts (I also packed undergarments, but you don't need to know that much, do you?). I also had my gun in its holster, my badge, The Shining (my new book) and some makeup.
"Jesus Christ, Scully! We're only going for two days!" Mulder exclaimed.
"It's called being prepared, Mulder," I told him, "And by the looks of it, you don't know the meaning of that word."
"C'mon, Scully. We've gotta go," he persuaded, and we ran out the door.
Mulder and I drove down to the airport, all the while playing Eminem in the car. I must admit; I quite enjoyed having the music blaring as I drove. After about ten minutes, we arrived, parking the car and grabbing our bags out of the backseat. Mulder smiled at me, his hazel eyes seemed to dance with happiness. I could tell he couldn't wait to get to Texas. "You ready for this, Scully?" he asked.
I nodded, even though I really wasn't. The truth was airplanes always made me feel sick. Mulder and I began to walk to the waiting room. I felt severe fatigue. I almost fell asleep while on my feet. Hopefully I would be able to sleep on our flight. Mulder and I sat down in the empty seats. There was no one here yet, because we had both wanted to be the first on the plane.
"You hungry?" Mulder asked.
I put my head on his shoulder. "Mm," I sighed.
"I'm going to go get some . . ." Mulder began, and noticed that I had fallen asleep on his shoulder. "Aww," he cooed, and kissed my head. I felt him move and carefully carried me over to some comfier seats and put a blanket over me. I wriggled with warmth, and fell quickly asleep.
When I awoke, I noticed that Mulder was sitting next to me, reading my book. He had obviously taken a look in my PRIVATE bag. I didn't have the energy to argue with him at this point, though, and I went back to sleeping on his lap. After what seemed like only a second, Mulder woke me once again, "Scully, our flight is leaving."
"Mmm! Just a couple more minutes!" I moaned.
"C'mon!" Mulder pulled me up, "We're talking Texas here! All the bulls we can possibly ride, combined with all the tumble weed, and ghost towns."
"And psychopaths?" I asked.
"Uh. Goddammit, Scully! Let's go!" Mulder told me.
"Mmm!" I whined, but he led me onto the plane. We held hands until we were seated near the back where the kitchen is. I sat on the isle, and Mulder had the window seat.
"You want something to drink?" Mulder asked.
"Club Soda," I told him, stretching my arms.
"You okay?" he inquired.
"I've been better," I said, half expecting to shit out a bunch of cards. (Beebo)
Mulder smiled. I could tell it wasn't because of my imitation, though. He loved Texas, and couldn't wait to get there. "Aah, Scully, you're going to love Texas," he sighed and put his arm around my shoulders just as I barfed into one of the airline bags. He slowly took his hand off my shoulder, "Ugggh."
I giggled, even though my face was covered in bile. Mulder made a sickened face.
"You sure you're okay, then?" he asked again.
I nodded, and he handed me my club soda. I pushed back my seat so I could lie down. Mulder, I could tell was a bit nervous, so he ordered himself some schnapps. I closed my eyes and tried to relax as the plane took off. I took a deep breath, and felt the plane take off. "Night Mulder," I muttered and turned over in my seat.
"Night, Scully," he replied quietly and covered me with a blanket, and I fell asleep again.
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I quickly packed my bags while Mulder watched me. It was six am and he had already packed, but I knew all he had brought was a toothbrush, a clean pair of boxers, and soap. I packed my famous blue silk pajamas, a blue skirt and matching jacket, black pants and matching jacket, sweat pants and jacket to match, my famous white blouse, and a couple of T-shirts (I also packed undergarments, but you don't need to know that much, do you?). I also had my gun in its holster, my badge, The Shining (my new book) and some makeup.
"Jesus Christ, Scully! We're only going for two days!" Mulder exclaimed.
"It's called being prepared, Mulder," I told him, "And by the looks of it, you don't know the meaning of that word."
"C'mon, Scully. We've gotta go," he persuaded, and we ran out the door.
Mulder and I drove down to the airport, all the while playing Eminem in the car. I must admit; I quite enjoyed having the music blaring as I drove. After about ten minutes, we arrived, parking the car and grabbing our bags out of the backseat. Mulder smiled at me, his hazel eyes seemed to dance with happiness. I could tell he couldn't wait to get to Texas. "You ready for this, Scully?" he asked.
I nodded, even though I really wasn't. The truth was airplanes always made me feel sick. Mulder and I began to walk to the waiting room. I felt severe fatigue. I almost fell asleep while on my feet. Hopefully I would be able to sleep on our flight. Mulder and I sat down in the empty seats. There was no one here yet, because we had both wanted to be the first on the plane.
"You hungry?" Mulder asked.
I put my head on his shoulder. "Mm," I sighed.
"I'm going to go get some . . ." Mulder began, and noticed that I had fallen asleep on his shoulder. "Aww," he cooed, and kissed my head. I felt him move and carefully carried me over to some comfier seats and put a blanket over me. I wriggled with warmth, and fell quickly asleep.
When I awoke, I noticed that Mulder was sitting next to me, reading my book. He had obviously taken a look in my PRIVATE bag. I didn't have the energy to argue with him at this point, though, and I went back to sleeping on his lap. After what seemed like only a second, Mulder woke me once again, "Scully, our flight is leaving."
"Mmm! Just a couple more minutes!" I moaned.
"C'mon!" Mulder pulled me up, "We're talking Texas here! All the bulls we can possibly ride, combined with all the tumble weed, and ghost towns."
"And psychopaths?" I asked.
"Uh. Goddammit, Scully! Let's go!" Mulder told me.
"Mmm!" I whined, but he led me onto the plane. We held hands until we were seated near the back where the kitchen is. I sat on the isle, and Mulder had the window seat.
"You want something to drink?" Mulder asked.
"Club Soda," I told him, stretching my arms.
"You okay?" he inquired.
"I've been better," I said, half expecting to shit out a bunch of cards. (Beebo)
Mulder smiled. I could tell it wasn't because of my imitation, though. He loved Texas, and couldn't wait to get there. "Aah, Scully, you're going to love Texas," he sighed and put his arm around my shoulders just as I barfed into one of the airline bags. He slowly took his hand off my shoulder, "Ugggh."
I giggled, even though my face was covered in bile. Mulder made a sickened face.
"You sure you're okay, then?" he asked again.
I nodded, and he handed me my club soda. I pushed back my seat so I could lie down. Mulder, I could tell was a bit nervous, so he ordered himself some schnapps. I closed my eyes and tried to relax as the plane took off. I took a deep breath, and felt the plane take off. "Night Mulder," I muttered and turned over in my seat.
"Night, Scully," he replied quietly and covered me with a blanket, and I fell asleep again.
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