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Author's Note:I'm not as satisfied with this one..But, I figured Mulder would want to do something "nice" for Scully, too...Oh, and though I mentioned Queequeg here , I do miss the little tyke. REALLY wish they'd make him come back to life.
Mulder watched Scully pack her things that Friday afternoon at the office.
"So you sure you don't wanna come?" She asked sarcastically. It was her brother Bill's birthday.
He wrinkled up his nose and Scully laughed.
"Very well. Don't poke an eye out." She said, nodding to the sharpened pencils sitting on his desk, all ready for throwing.
She left, and Mulder put his feet up on his desk for a few minutes. Then, quite content with himself, he skipped over to Scully's apartment, knowing she'd already left.
The camera crew was ready. It was payback time.
Scully'd employed "While You Were Out," so why shouldn't he? He'd got the design all laid out......
"So.....Nice aparment she has," the decorator, Shenna, was saying. "Don't think she'll mind you redoing it?"
"Nawwwww....."Mulder lied.
"Okay," said Shenna, somewhat unconvinced. "I was thinking we go for....uh....kind of new agey appearance."
Mulder was near hysterics.
"Do you think she'd mind?" Shenna asked after a pause.
"Let's find out!" Mulder announced happily.
They went about removing furniture. That completed, they pulled out the paint.
Mulder was feeling evil, but not so evil as to paint the walls as drastic a color as Shenna. Shenna wanted to paint them silver.
Mulder said no.
"How about lime green?"
Mulder wrinkled his nose.
"Okay.....Coffee-brown?"
"No."
Shenna thought for a while. Feeling creative, she came up with an idea that she insisted upon.
They painted the walls black. And the cieling. On the walls, they painted a beach scene, after dark, obviously, with seagulls and pelicans and tropical flowers. On the sky part were little white stars. Moving up along the walls, and comming to the cieling, more stars shone, along with the moon, and several constalations.
The next day, Scully called the house to hear her voicemail, while Mulder and Shenna were bringing in some new furniture.
Mulder hesitated, and then, not knowing it was Scully, he picked up.
"Mulder? Mulder, what are you doing at my house?"
"Uh....HEy, Scully!"
"Mulder....."Her voice forbode trouble.
"I'm uh.....feeding your fish."
"Mulder, I don't have any fish."
"Queequeg. I'm feeding Queequeg."
"Mulder, you and I both know that he was eaten by a crocadile years ago."
Mulder hesitated. In his moments of panic, he had completely forgotten the incident.
"Must go Scully. My fish just flew out the window."
"Mulder, if I didn't know any better I'd--------Click."
Mulder looked at the phone that he had just hung up, knowing Scully was going to kill him. And ontop of that, he'd just butchered her living room.
Never the matter, though. He continued with the furniture. Keeping her couch, they added some flowering plants, and a new mahogany coffee table, which were put ontop of her new sand-colored rug.
Mulder stepped back. He was happy. Knowing Scully'd be back any second, he ran into the hall, and hid around the corner.
Scully opened the door. The walls of her livingroom were unsually dark, but, then again, the lights were off.
She switched them on, then made sure she was in the right apartment.
"Oh....my....word...." She said other things, too, but in order to keep this story rated G......
Finally taking in that this was *her* house, she shouted. "MULDER! YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!"
Mulder, a little surprised at this sudden outburst, ran down the hall, and didn't stop until he reached his house.
Author's Note:I'm not as satisfied with this one..But, I figured Mulder would want to do something "nice" for Scully, too...Oh, and though I mentioned Queequeg here , I do miss the little tyke. REALLY wish they'd make him come back to life.
Mulder watched Scully pack her things that Friday afternoon at the office.
"So you sure you don't wanna come?" She asked sarcastically. It was her brother Bill's birthday.
He wrinkled up his nose and Scully laughed.
"Very well. Don't poke an eye out." She said, nodding to the sharpened pencils sitting on his desk, all ready for throwing.
She left, and Mulder put his feet up on his desk for a few minutes. Then, quite content with himself, he skipped over to Scully's apartment, knowing she'd already left.
The camera crew was ready. It was payback time.
Scully'd employed "While You Were Out," so why shouldn't he? He'd got the design all laid out......
"So.....Nice aparment she has," the decorator, Shenna, was saying. "Don't think she'll mind you redoing it?"
"Nawwwww....."Mulder lied.
"Okay," said Shenna, somewhat unconvinced. "I was thinking we go for....uh....kind of new agey appearance."
Mulder was near hysterics.
"Do you think she'd mind?" Shenna asked after a pause.
"Let's find out!" Mulder announced happily.
They went about removing furniture. That completed, they pulled out the paint.
Mulder was feeling evil, but not so evil as to paint the walls as drastic a color as Shenna. Shenna wanted to paint them silver.
Mulder said no.
"How about lime green?"
Mulder wrinkled his nose.
"Okay.....Coffee-brown?"
"No."
Shenna thought for a while. Feeling creative, she came up with an idea that she insisted upon.
They painted the walls black. And the cieling. On the walls, they painted a beach scene, after dark, obviously, with seagulls and pelicans and tropical flowers. On the sky part were little white stars. Moving up along the walls, and comming to the cieling, more stars shone, along with the moon, and several constalations.
The next day, Scully called the house to hear her voicemail, while Mulder and Shenna were bringing in some new furniture.
Mulder hesitated, and then, not knowing it was Scully, he picked up.
"Mulder? Mulder, what are you doing at my house?"
"Uh....HEy, Scully!"
"Mulder....."Her voice forbode trouble.
"I'm uh.....feeding your fish."
"Mulder, I don't have any fish."
"Queequeg. I'm feeding Queequeg."
"Mulder, you and I both know that he was eaten by a crocadile years ago."
Mulder hesitated. In his moments of panic, he had completely forgotten the incident.
"Must go Scully. My fish just flew out the window."
"Mulder, if I didn't know any better I'd--------Click."
Mulder looked at the phone that he had just hung up, knowing Scully was going to kill him. And ontop of that, he'd just butchered her living room.
Never the matter, though. He continued with the furniture. Keeping her couch, they added some flowering plants, and a new mahogany coffee table, which were put ontop of her new sand-colored rug.
Mulder stepped back. He was happy. Knowing Scully'd be back any second, he ran into the hall, and hid around the corner.
Scully opened the door. The walls of her livingroom were unsually dark, but, then again, the lights were off.
She switched them on, then made sure she was in the right apartment.
"Oh....my....word...." She said other things, too, but in order to keep this story rated G......
Finally taking in that this was *her* house, she shouted. "MULDER! YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!"
Mulder, a little surprised at this sudden outburst, ran down the hall, and didn't stop until he reached his house.