Sligo Ave Park
1:13 P.M.
Reaching for his gun and briskly rotating 360 degrees to find the source, Mulder was shocked still when it turned out to be, not a UFO, but a USW. "Muuulderrrr. I'm huuuungry. Not to mention this is the most sweltering of all days we could have picked for a Sound of Music-ish outing." The Unsatisfied Scully Wail (USW) abruptly ended at the sight of an ice cream vendor unsuspectingly selling his ware. "You think he carries tofutti rice dreamsicles? Honestly, if only everyone weren't clogging their arteries like you, we'd actually have decent ice. food in the streets of D.C."
Sticking his tongue out at her withdrawing back, he tucked it quickly back in to place when he caught a glimpse of the teal residue. Couldn't have Scully seeing that little piece of evidence. Knowing her, she'd inspect it with those gloved hands, and man, those nails are sharper than they look. His back was still a bit scratched up from dream-Scully. not that he dreamt about her. Oh well, last night she was a bit more conservative than usual. at least she didn't use her teeth this time. Walking up behind the four year old FBI Agent Scully, who was now hopping from foot to foot making her choice and then changing it, over and over, Spooky attempted to push that memory to the back of his mind.
"What does Scully Wully want? My treat."
"I'm deciding between the Peanuts popsicle, the all-natural Tropicana bar, and the firecracker. Uuuuhh. The Firecracker." Looking up at the vendor, Mulder nodded, and added two scoops of peach sorbet in a plastic cup for himself.
Walking across the street, back towards the park, Scully unwrapped her firecracker with difficulty, making quite a mess of herself, and using the seat of Mulder's pants as a napkin. The pair sat down on a bench in the shade of an oak tree. Scully, now pleased at having the multi-colored firecracker at her disposal, began the wonderful task of licking the individual drops trailing down the sides of the popsicle, up, from base to tip, in a fluid stroke. Repeating this process over and over, concentrating intently on the melting firecracker, she did not notice the gawking Mulder at her side. Noticing for the first time the goldfish expression on her partner's face, she came to an abrupt and unwelcome halt. Innocent eyes looking at him from under her lashes, she held out the popsicle. "Wanna lick."
"I don't swing way." Before Scully could respond by hitting Mulder, the two heard an obnoxiously loud rustling noise emanating from the foliage above them. Mulder finished the last scoop of ice cream and looked upward, squinting. He withdrew his gun for the second time from its sheath and pointed it at the treetop.
"Mulder, it's probably just a squirrel." The rustling continued.
"Eeeeaaaaah!" This time Scully drew her weapon, too.
"Who the hell are you?" Mulder asked, keeping the person that had just dropped, or fallen, from the tree in his sight. The individual responded with demonic laughter. "What's your business in that oak tree?" The person gazed up at Mulder smiling happily. She crawled slowly toward his feet.
"Umph." Scully looked madly behind the first girl, seeing two more drop out of the tree.
"Stefanie! Get back here!" A commanding tone came from one of the newest girls. "Stefanie" continued crawling towards Mulder.
"So. Hot. Well at least in Season Four. So. hot. TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS! Please? Or let me in them?" Scully furiously pivoted. Stefanie fell over with a short scream. "OWCH!" The other speaking girl came forward.
"What did you do that for?" Stefanie lay bleeding on the ground.
"Scully shot me!" She said enthusiastically. "Scully! Shot! ME! Look, Ashley" she said pointing to the entry wound." She then promptly passed out. The alleged "Ashley" rushed forward to her friend's side.
"Cool. But don't let her die. Dr. Scully, save her! Pweese?" Stefanie's eyelids fluttered briefly and searched for Mulder again.
"I see you Mr. Hot-Pants." Scully drew her weapon again. Stefanie "passed out" once more. Ashley spoke once again,
"Uh. Well. Sorry we had to spy on you like that. This is Tanya, by the way." Tanya, still dumbfounded, was restraining herself from hugging Scully. She thought they should at least be on a first name basis. Unlike Stefanie. Tanya agreed with Ashley.
"It is a shame. Especially last night. whew, I've never see-" Mulder suddenly looked interested again, but Tanya was cut off by Ashley elbowing her. "I've never seen such nice upholstery. Yes." The conscious girls smiled gleefully at their heroes. Mulder had bent down over Stefanie, applying pressure to her wound. Scully became outraged.
"Mulder get your hands off her!" Mulder protested,
"Well I don't see you saving her."
"If that wound weren't in that spot you wouldn't be anywhere near her." Stefanie smiled briefly, although still unconscious. Ashley suddenly took Mulder's side.
"But he's a nice sicko! There's nothing wrong with porno- uh." Scully looked frightened this time. "Ha ha ha. Just kidding. Only Spooky enjoys that type of entertainment." Ashley winked at Mulder, who was still crouched down.
"So, Scully what are you doing tonight?" Tanya asked teasingly.
"Cleaning my gun, if you're going to be anywhere near."
"Oh, well. What kind of gun do you have?" She snorted. Scully turned to Mulder and attempted to wrestle him off Stefanie.
"Mulder, for God's sake even if she was your age! MULDER! She doesn't even have a wound ther-," Scully stopped speaking and started slapping. Mulder only seemed to enjoy that.
"Harder, Scullums!" He grinned at her. Finally, an ambulance arrived and Scully moved off Mulder to talk to the EMTs. Everyone looked quite confused, realizing no one had called one. The now enlarged group of people hopped into the back of the ambulance. Only fifteen minutes later would they realize they had forgotten Stefanie and Mulder.
Reaching for his gun and briskly rotating 360 degrees to find the source, Mulder was shocked still when it turned out to be, not a UFO, but a USW. "Muuulderrrr. I'm huuuungry. Not to mention this is the most sweltering of all days we could have picked for a Sound of Music-ish outing." The Unsatisfied Scully Wail (USW) abruptly ended at the sight of an ice cream vendor unsuspectingly selling his ware. "You think he carries tofutti rice dreamsicles? Honestly, if only everyone weren't clogging their arteries like you, we'd actually have decent ice. food in the streets of D.C."
Sticking his tongue out at her withdrawing back, he tucked it quickly back in to place when he caught a glimpse of the teal residue. Couldn't have Scully seeing that little piece of evidence. Knowing her, she'd inspect it with those gloved hands, and man, those nails are sharper than they look. His back was still a bit scratched up from dream-Scully. not that he dreamt about her. Oh well, last night she was a bit more conservative than usual. at least she didn't use her teeth this time. Walking up behind the four year old FBI Agent Scully, who was now hopping from foot to foot making her choice and then changing it, over and over, Spooky attempted to push that memory to the back of his mind.
"What does Scully Wully want? My treat."
"I'm deciding between the Peanuts popsicle, the all-natural Tropicana bar, and the firecracker. Uuuuhh. The Firecracker." Looking up at the vendor, Mulder nodded, and added two scoops of peach sorbet in a plastic cup for himself.
Walking across the street, back towards the park, Scully unwrapped her firecracker with difficulty, making quite a mess of herself, and using the seat of Mulder's pants as a napkin. The pair sat down on a bench in the shade of an oak tree. Scully, now pleased at having the multi-colored firecracker at her disposal, began the wonderful task of licking the individual drops trailing down the sides of the popsicle, up, from base to tip, in a fluid stroke. Repeating this process over and over, concentrating intently on the melting firecracker, she did not notice the gawking Mulder at her side. Noticing for the first time the goldfish expression on her partner's face, she came to an abrupt and unwelcome halt. Innocent eyes looking at him from under her lashes, she held out the popsicle. "Wanna lick."
"I don't swing way." Before Scully could respond by hitting Mulder, the two heard an obnoxiously loud rustling noise emanating from the foliage above them. Mulder finished the last scoop of ice cream and looked upward, squinting. He withdrew his gun for the second time from its sheath and pointed it at the treetop.
"Mulder, it's probably just a squirrel." The rustling continued.
"Eeeeaaaaah!" This time Scully drew her weapon, too.
"Who the hell are you?" Mulder asked, keeping the person that had just dropped, or fallen, from the tree in his sight. The individual responded with demonic laughter. "What's your business in that oak tree?" The person gazed up at Mulder smiling happily. She crawled slowly toward his feet.
"Umph." Scully looked madly behind the first girl, seeing two more drop out of the tree.
"Stefanie! Get back here!" A commanding tone came from one of the newest girls. "Stefanie" continued crawling towards Mulder.
"So. Hot. Well at least in Season Four. So. hot. TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS! Please? Or let me in them?" Scully furiously pivoted. Stefanie fell over with a short scream. "OWCH!" The other speaking girl came forward.
"What did you do that for?" Stefanie lay bleeding on the ground.
"Scully shot me!" She said enthusiastically. "Scully! Shot! ME! Look, Ashley" she said pointing to the entry wound." She then promptly passed out. The alleged "Ashley" rushed forward to her friend's side.
"Cool. But don't let her die. Dr. Scully, save her! Pweese?" Stefanie's eyelids fluttered briefly and searched for Mulder again.
"I see you Mr. Hot-Pants." Scully drew her weapon again. Stefanie "passed out" once more. Ashley spoke once again,
"Uh. Well. Sorry we had to spy on you like that. This is Tanya, by the way." Tanya, still dumbfounded, was restraining herself from hugging Scully. She thought they should at least be on a first name basis. Unlike Stefanie. Tanya agreed with Ashley.
"It is a shame. Especially last night. whew, I've never see-" Mulder suddenly looked interested again, but Tanya was cut off by Ashley elbowing her. "I've never seen such nice upholstery. Yes." The conscious girls smiled gleefully at their heroes. Mulder had bent down over Stefanie, applying pressure to her wound. Scully became outraged.
"Mulder get your hands off her!" Mulder protested,
"Well I don't see you saving her."
"If that wound weren't in that spot you wouldn't be anywhere near her." Stefanie smiled briefly, although still unconscious. Ashley suddenly took Mulder's side.
"But he's a nice sicko! There's nothing wrong with porno- uh." Scully looked frightened this time. "Ha ha ha. Just kidding. Only Spooky enjoys that type of entertainment." Ashley winked at Mulder, who was still crouched down.
"So, Scully what are you doing tonight?" Tanya asked teasingly.
"Cleaning my gun, if you're going to be anywhere near."
"Oh, well. What kind of gun do you have?" She snorted. Scully turned to Mulder and attempted to wrestle him off Stefanie.
"Mulder, for God's sake even if she was your age! MULDER! She doesn't even have a wound ther-," Scully stopped speaking and started slapping. Mulder only seemed to enjoy that.
"Harder, Scullums!" He grinned at her. Finally, an ambulance arrived and Scully moved off Mulder to talk to the EMTs. Everyone looked quite confused, realizing no one had called one. The now enlarged group of people hopped into the back of the ambulance. Only fifteen minutes later would they realize they had forgotten Stefanie and Mulder.