Discalimer: The only characters I do not own are Scully and Mulder. I wish
I did own them too though.
"Do you remember the first case we had together Scully? The mental patients who kept goin' out to the forest to die paranormal deathes?"
"How could I forget? You really made me question your sanity that day." She laughed. It sounded like a chorus of 1,000 angels to Mulder. He leaned in to kiss her but she pulled away.
"No Mulder, you can't. We can't. It would interfere with our work and you know Skinner wouldn't go for that."
"I'm sorry Scully. I uh, I gotta go." He said averting his eyes from her red locks.
"Ok. Bye."
"Yeah. Bye. See ya at work. Probably. Maybe." And he left her alone in her apartment not knowing the horror that would come from said decision.
It was a little past six in the morning. Scully awoke feeling sick. She moaned slightly and rolled out of bed and staggered into the bathroom. She looked into the shower and screamed. Two minutes later she was on the phone with Mulder.
"Who the hell are you?" Said a groggy voice from the other line.
"Mulder it's me! Dana Scully! I woke up this morning, in a New York pent house, married! Mulder, how many glasses of wine did I have?" Scully's voice was now hysterical.
"Look I don't know any 'Dana' or whoever you said you were. Now please take my name off your calling list!" He hung up. "Now back to you baby."
"Ooo Fox you're such a fox!" Said a beautiful woman with red hair. Hey! She must have some importance; she was in bed with Fox Mulder!
Scully sighed and looked down.
"AAAAHHHHHH! I-I'm pregnant!" She felt nauseous. Wherever the hell she was, it wasn't good,
"Do you remember the first case we had together Scully? The mental patients who kept goin' out to the forest to die paranormal deathes?"
"How could I forget? You really made me question your sanity that day." She laughed. It sounded like a chorus of 1,000 angels to Mulder. He leaned in to kiss her but she pulled away.
"No Mulder, you can't. We can't. It would interfere with our work and you know Skinner wouldn't go for that."
"I'm sorry Scully. I uh, I gotta go." He said averting his eyes from her red locks.
"Ok. Bye."
"Yeah. Bye. See ya at work. Probably. Maybe." And he left her alone in her apartment not knowing the horror that would come from said decision.
It was a little past six in the morning. Scully awoke feeling sick. She moaned slightly and rolled out of bed and staggered into the bathroom. She looked into the shower and screamed. Two minutes later she was on the phone with Mulder.
"Who the hell are you?" Said a groggy voice from the other line.
"Mulder it's me! Dana Scully! I woke up this morning, in a New York pent house, married! Mulder, how many glasses of wine did I have?" Scully's voice was now hysterical.
"Look I don't know any 'Dana' or whoever you said you were. Now please take my name off your calling list!" He hung up. "Now back to you baby."
"Ooo Fox you're such a fox!" Said a beautiful woman with red hair. Hey! She must have some importance; she was in bed with Fox Mulder!
Scully sighed and looked down.
"AAAAHHHHHH! I-I'm pregnant!" She felt nauseous. Wherever the hell she was, it wasn't good,