11:21 am
Mulder's Apartment
Mulder rolled over. This was not a good idea, provided he was sleeping on the couch again.
"Ow," he mumbled, pushing himself up off the floor. He doggedly rubbed sleep out of his eyes to find the time. "I should have been at work hours ago." Mulder stumbled around his room pathetically attempting to groom himself and dress at the same time. A knock at the door interrupted his motions. "Just a minute!" He moved toward his door, but not before tripping over a stack of files lying next to the couch.
"Mulder?" He knew that skeptical tone. What was Scully doing at his apartment? She couldn't be late for work, too. And why stop by anyway?
"I'm okay," he said, opening the door to Scully's quizzical stare.
"What happened?"
"Oh, I, uh, tripped over something." Scully moved into the apartment picking up the scattered papers. As her partner bent down to assist her she noticed his suit jacket was on inside out.
"Mulder why are you wearing a suit? And inside out?" Mulder stacked the files on top of one another again. He glanced down at his clothing.
"Didn't you know today was "Inside-Out and Backwards Suit Day" at the Bureau?" He noticed now she was dressed comfortably in a light sweater and jeans.
"It's Sunday, Mulder. We don't work on Sundays, remember?" Mulder stopped stacking folders.
"Oh. I thought I had overslept." Scully smiled.
"We all know that's a huge problem with you," she said sarcastically, "anyway, we had agreed to go out and do something today. Although I'm doubting you remember that either." Scully looked to the table noticing another Listerine Pocket Pack. "Do those things have harmful side effects from overdosing perhaps? Memory loss? Long periods of hibernation?" Mulder apprehensively snatched his Listerine from the coffee table, eyeing Scully as if she was about to take them hostage.
"Don't worry, Spooky, its common knowledge I derive my euphoria from Tums." A serene look swept across Scully's features. "Nothing hits the spot like the good old antacid tablets." Mulder raised an eyebrow at Scully for once.
"I guess you don't get heartburn then, huh?" He withdrew another aqua strip from his pouch and placed it on his tongue. "Captain Calcium." He winked at her.
"Says Sir Minty Fresh Breath."
"How would you know, Agent Scully?" Mulder grinned stupidly at her. "Have you gotten that close to my mouth recently? Huh?" She rolled her eyes at him and told him to put some casual clothes on.
"You just want to see me strip again, don't you?"
"Why so defensive, Mr. Mulder? Afraid to show off those cute polka- dotted boxers again?"
"They weren't polka dots. Those were aliens," Mulder said guardedly, moving into the bathroom to change. When he was finished the pair headed out of the apartment, deciding to go to the park. "Oh! By the way, let's not take a car. I have something much more interesting in mind." Scully looked at him doubtfully.
"What, are we going to ride bikes there or something?" Mulder's eyes grew wider. 'He's lucky he looks so innocent most of the time,' Scully thought.
"Better!" Mulder moved toward the side of the building and rummaged around behind several crates. "Ta dah!"
"Oh my God." Scully put her hands to her face. "Mulder? Did you forget your medication this morning?"
"No way, Scully! Those pills are so small; I've started taking extra, just in case. Isn't this great?! It's a scooter! And a motorized one at that!" Scully examined the 'vehicle' warily, seeing the title "Harley Davison Ghetto Scooter" written in Sharpie its side. Mulder pulled the scooter out onto the side walk and hopped on. "Get on back, Scully!" Scully slowly stepped onto the small space on the back of the contraption and put her arms around Mulder's waist. "See, it's not that bad." Mulder started the scooter. It lurched forward as they took off down the side walk. Mulder abruptly decided to take to the streets, a yelling Scully protesting all the meanwhile. Traffic halted at a stop light allowing Mulder to gracefully rear-end the car in front of him. The driver stuck his head out the window.
"What the hell do you two think you're doing?" Mulder pulled up alongside the driver's window.
"Don't you love the paint job, A.D.?" Mulder said, smiling, and patted his boss' balding head. Skinner looked to Scully, as if Mulder's behavior was her fault. Before Scully could apologize, the light turned green and Mulder let out a deafening "whee" and sped off toward the park, leaving Scully to hold on for dear life.
Mulder rolled over. This was not a good idea, provided he was sleeping on the couch again.
"Ow," he mumbled, pushing himself up off the floor. He doggedly rubbed sleep out of his eyes to find the time. "I should have been at work hours ago." Mulder stumbled around his room pathetically attempting to groom himself and dress at the same time. A knock at the door interrupted his motions. "Just a minute!" He moved toward his door, but not before tripping over a stack of files lying next to the couch.
"Mulder?" He knew that skeptical tone. What was Scully doing at his apartment? She couldn't be late for work, too. And why stop by anyway?
"I'm okay," he said, opening the door to Scully's quizzical stare.
"What happened?"
"Oh, I, uh, tripped over something." Scully moved into the apartment picking up the scattered papers. As her partner bent down to assist her she noticed his suit jacket was on inside out.
"Mulder why are you wearing a suit? And inside out?" Mulder stacked the files on top of one another again. He glanced down at his clothing.
"Didn't you know today was "Inside-Out and Backwards Suit Day" at the Bureau?" He noticed now she was dressed comfortably in a light sweater and jeans.
"It's Sunday, Mulder. We don't work on Sundays, remember?" Mulder stopped stacking folders.
"Oh. I thought I had overslept." Scully smiled.
"We all know that's a huge problem with you," she said sarcastically, "anyway, we had agreed to go out and do something today. Although I'm doubting you remember that either." Scully looked to the table noticing another Listerine Pocket Pack. "Do those things have harmful side effects from overdosing perhaps? Memory loss? Long periods of hibernation?" Mulder apprehensively snatched his Listerine from the coffee table, eyeing Scully as if she was about to take them hostage.
"Don't worry, Spooky, its common knowledge I derive my euphoria from Tums." A serene look swept across Scully's features. "Nothing hits the spot like the good old antacid tablets." Mulder raised an eyebrow at Scully for once.
"I guess you don't get heartburn then, huh?" He withdrew another aqua strip from his pouch and placed it on his tongue. "Captain Calcium." He winked at her.
"Says Sir Minty Fresh Breath."
"How would you know, Agent Scully?" Mulder grinned stupidly at her. "Have you gotten that close to my mouth recently? Huh?" She rolled her eyes at him and told him to put some casual clothes on.
"You just want to see me strip again, don't you?"
"Why so defensive, Mr. Mulder? Afraid to show off those cute polka- dotted boxers again?"
"They weren't polka dots. Those were aliens," Mulder said guardedly, moving into the bathroom to change. When he was finished the pair headed out of the apartment, deciding to go to the park. "Oh! By the way, let's not take a car. I have something much more interesting in mind." Scully looked at him doubtfully.
"What, are we going to ride bikes there or something?" Mulder's eyes grew wider. 'He's lucky he looks so innocent most of the time,' Scully thought.
"Better!" Mulder moved toward the side of the building and rummaged around behind several crates. "Ta dah!"
"Oh my God." Scully put her hands to her face. "Mulder? Did you forget your medication this morning?"
"No way, Scully! Those pills are so small; I've started taking extra, just in case. Isn't this great?! It's a scooter! And a motorized one at that!" Scully examined the 'vehicle' warily, seeing the title "Harley Davison Ghetto Scooter" written in Sharpie its side. Mulder pulled the scooter out onto the side walk and hopped on. "Get on back, Scully!" Scully slowly stepped onto the small space on the back of the contraption and put her arms around Mulder's waist. "See, it's not that bad." Mulder started the scooter. It lurched forward as they took off down the side walk. Mulder abruptly decided to take to the streets, a yelling Scully protesting all the meanwhile. Traffic halted at a stop light allowing Mulder to gracefully rear-end the car in front of him. The driver stuck his head out the window.
"What the hell do you two think you're doing?" Mulder pulled up alongside the driver's window.
"Don't you love the paint job, A.D.?" Mulder said, smiling, and patted his boss' balding head. Skinner looked to Scully, as if Mulder's behavior was her fault. Before Scully could apologize, the light turned green and Mulder let out a deafening "whee" and sped off toward the park, leaving Scully to hold on for dear life.