This is probably a little OOC, but it just kinda wrote itself.
Scully sat on the beach, the wind whistling through her hair as she listened to the pounding of the surf. The pounding of the surf, however, soon turned into the sound of a fist knocking somewhat impatiently on the door. Scully reluctantly pulled out of the dream, wishing she was anywhere, even back at the office, than on another wild goose chase. The knocking had become somewhat louder, and more persistent. With a shout for Mulder to cut it out, that there was no way she was getting out of bed before noon, Scully pulled the sheets over her head and tried to remember the dream, hoping to go back to it. That, however, was not to be. Mulder gave a muffled shout, then the next thing she knew, her partner had the sheets on the floor and was proceeding to drag her out of bed.
"Mulder, what do you think you are doing!" Mulder just grinned and picked her up. Scully struggled, but was much too tired to do much in the way of fighting someone twice her size.
"Mulder, put me down right now or I swear." With a little sigh of feigned defeat, Mulder let go. He watched with a sly grin on his face as Scully groaned slightly.
"Well, you said to let go."
"No, I said to put me down. I did not say to drop me ass first onto the cold, hard concrete floor. Now, what in the world possessed you to come barging into my room at." she quickly glanced at the clock, only to find that Mulder had pulled the plug. Giving a groan, Scully stood up and smacked him on the back of the head.
"I refuse to get roped into a wild goose chase, especially at this early in the morning, when I am suffering from severe jetlag. Now get the hell out of my room and go back to bed."
Mulder, however, was not so easily deterred. While Scully proceeded to pick up the items Mulder had tossed to the floor, he rummaged through her suitcase, pulling out a set of clean clothes, her badge, holster, and weapon of choice. Scully, seeing what he was doing, grabbed the nearest heavy thing, which happened to be the Bible found in most hotels, and hurled it at his head. Unfortunately, sleep had clouded her eyes and affected her aim, and instead of giving Mulder a royal headache, it crashed harmlessly to the floor. Mulder, however, got the hint.
"Come on, Scully. It's just a little midnight patrol. If we don't find anything, we can come back and sleep till we're rested, ok?"
"God, Mulder, don't give me the puppy dog eyes. I'll come, but it sure as hell better be worth it."
Scully sat on the beach, the wind whistling through her hair as she listened to the pounding of the surf. The pounding of the surf, however, soon turned into the sound of a fist knocking somewhat impatiently on the door. Scully reluctantly pulled out of the dream, wishing she was anywhere, even back at the office, than on another wild goose chase. The knocking had become somewhat louder, and more persistent. With a shout for Mulder to cut it out, that there was no way she was getting out of bed before noon, Scully pulled the sheets over her head and tried to remember the dream, hoping to go back to it. That, however, was not to be. Mulder gave a muffled shout, then the next thing she knew, her partner had the sheets on the floor and was proceeding to drag her out of bed.
"Mulder, what do you think you are doing!" Mulder just grinned and picked her up. Scully struggled, but was much too tired to do much in the way of fighting someone twice her size.
"Mulder, put me down right now or I swear." With a little sigh of feigned defeat, Mulder let go. He watched with a sly grin on his face as Scully groaned slightly.
"Well, you said to let go."
"No, I said to put me down. I did not say to drop me ass first onto the cold, hard concrete floor. Now, what in the world possessed you to come barging into my room at." she quickly glanced at the clock, only to find that Mulder had pulled the plug. Giving a groan, Scully stood up and smacked him on the back of the head.
"I refuse to get roped into a wild goose chase, especially at this early in the morning, when I am suffering from severe jetlag. Now get the hell out of my room and go back to bed."
Mulder, however, was not so easily deterred. While Scully proceeded to pick up the items Mulder had tossed to the floor, he rummaged through her suitcase, pulling out a set of clean clothes, her badge, holster, and weapon of choice. Scully, seeing what he was doing, grabbed the nearest heavy thing, which happened to be the Bible found in most hotels, and hurled it at his head. Unfortunately, sleep had clouded her eyes and affected her aim, and instead of giving Mulder a royal headache, it crashed harmlessly to the floor. Mulder, however, got the hint.
"Come on, Scully. It's just a little midnight patrol. If we don't find anything, we can come back and sleep till we're rested, ok?"
"God, Mulder, don't give me the puppy dog eyes. I'll come, but it sure as hell better be worth it."