A/N: Hee. Wow. Yes. Wow. Last time I said I'll try not to take up a full
week to post, and woo. Surprise. I take 3 weeks instead.
Sorry! So so sorry =) If you know me, you'd know I'm a lazy bum and this is totally something I would go and pull on you guys. Not entirely my fault this time though! Ready for my excuses? Good!
School. Is. Evil. Need I say more? I think so too. Over the week, I'm lucky if I get home by 5:30. Between school itself, PSAT classes, Authentic Science Research courses, Science Olympiad, and most recently, softball practice, I've been loaded. Then comes homework, which leaves me a max of 2 hours of free time a day. That, in turn, has me sleeping all weekend, and totally not in the mood for working (even though I hardly consider writing work :D). Then, I was sick for like 4 days, and to top it all off, I got a minor writer's block as to the format of this chapter's plot!
I think I'll leave it at that. Main point of this rant - sorry! It will not happen again (don't take my word on it though - It's against my nature to be totally promising.) Anyways, this isn't a very, very long chapter, but ha. It's better then nothing, right?
Thanks for sticking with me -grin-
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Georgetown
8:28 AM
Mulder found out the hard way that the lobby doors in his partner's building would not randomly open up and let one through.
Rubbing his forehead and muttering every curse that would pop into his mind at the moment (which consisted mostly of 'dang, heck, and stupid') he gripped the door handle and pulled, nearly toppling into Scully, who was just shrugging into her coat while warily watching her partner from half a foot behind him.
After much effort, Mulder got the door open half way, enough for Scully to split outside. Throwing himself through the closing gab, he made it out as well.
The cold, early morning air hit them hard, but Mulder hardly noticed. Instead, his gaze was lingering on a tall, classy-dressed woman who was standing on the sidewalk by the street.
The women was accompanied by a young teenage boy, her son no doubt, but the FBI agent wasn't about to put 2 and 2 together.
"I'll be a minute Mulder. Don't move."
The simple command was followed by a dead serious glare, and then Scully was off, crossing the street towards her parked car. But Mulder barely comprehended any of it; his focus set on the mystery women.
A few minutes ago, Scully was in bed, hoping for some sleep. Now, she was out here, hoping for patience as not to ripe her partner's head off.
As she bug into her coat pocket to fish out the car keys, she mental cursed herself for not following up on the thought of disarming Mulder earlier.
Had Mulder, far from the right state of mind, not had his gun to scare off the "invading alien cats" from her apartment living room, she'd not be running away from the building now, with the pending thought of all the damage and disturbance fines she'd have to deal with in a few hours.
For the time being, she had to get her partner to his own home, where he could blow the freaking block up for all she cared.
Slipping out of the freezing morning chill and into the equally frosted car, Scully fought to keep her hands from shaking as she started the motor up; her eyes traveling to her partner across the street.
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Mulder's manly senses weren't the least bit affected by the alcohol, nor the subzero temperatures overcastting DC.
No. In fact, his hormones were working overtime - his gaze stalking every movement the middle-aged lady was making mere feet away, from the way her tight suit skirt showed off her curves to the lush red gloss that flashed her lips.
The boy, on the other hand, was carelessly draped against the building wall in baggy jeans, an excessively long t-shirt, and a rugged coat, along with headphones flaring rock music. He hardly seemed to have noticed the agents making an appearance.
After a minute of planning his actions, Mulder moved towards the boy, trying to act unbiased.
"Hey there, kid."
In return, he was shot the most annoyed, "screw you" glance that a teenager could muster.
And of course, Mulder didn't get the clue.
"That your mother?" He flicked his head at the women, who was staring up and down the empty streets impatiently.
The boy, clearly pissed at the fact he was dragged awake so early on a holiday, to most likely make it in time for a doctor appointment or what not, didn't bother keeping his eyes from rolling.
"Noooo. It's my father, Sherlock."
Although his voice was dripping with sarcasm, Mulder would be damned if he caught on to it.
"Well I'll be danged," the FBI agent made a show of coughing while he looked the unsuspecting woman up and down with wistful eyes. "Sherlock needs to teach me his secret."
That comment got the teenager to look up, a curious 'you've got to be kidding' look planted on his face. Further questioning was cut short by the arrival of a flashy business taxi, towards which the still unknowing women moved.
"Let's go, Jack. We're running late."
The boy tore his eyes off Mulder with a sigh and pushed himself off the wall and into the car where the women was already awaiting.
As the black cab pulled away, Scully stopped her car in its place, pushing open the passenger door, and breaking her partner out of his wishful fantasy.
"Alright Mulder. Let's get you home."
Alexandria
The car ride was surprisingly uneventful.
The traffic was steady - normal for a holiday morning, just a tad slower due to the frosty roads; a reminder of the storms that had passed all throughout the night.
Talk was kept to a minimum, mostly Mulder claiming that the cats were still out to get him, and Scully insisting that they were not; the whole process repeating after a few minutes.
Pulling up on Mulder's street, Scully slowed down and sighed upon seeing no free space to park. This meant either leaving Mulder in front of the building to wait for her to find a spot, just dropping him off and going back home, or letting him tag along for a round of parking-space hunting.
The thought of Mulder, alone, here outweighed the thought of Mulder, with her, walking the streets in regards to danger. And although she longed to just ditch him and get back home to finally sleep off the night, deep inside that wasn't even an option.
Another sigh and the car once again rolled down the street.
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A/N: Alright then! Maybe one chapter to go; two if I'm feeling perky and write-ative. And it all depends on my time. Thanks to ya'll lovely folks for reviewing - don't stop now! I will try to keep these 3-weeks-hanging deals to a minimum from now on. Heh. Drop me a note!
Sorry! So so sorry =) If you know me, you'd know I'm a lazy bum and this is totally something I would go and pull on you guys. Not entirely my fault this time though! Ready for my excuses? Good!
School. Is. Evil. Need I say more? I think so too. Over the week, I'm lucky if I get home by 5:30. Between school itself, PSAT classes, Authentic Science Research courses, Science Olympiad, and most recently, softball practice, I've been loaded. Then comes homework, which leaves me a max of 2 hours of free time a day. That, in turn, has me sleeping all weekend, and totally not in the mood for working (even though I hardly consider writing work :D). Then, I was sick for like 4 days, and to top it all off, I got a minor writer's block as to the format of this chapter's plot!
I think I'll leave it at that. Main point of this rant - sorry! It will not happen again (don't take my word on it though - It's against my nature to be totally promising.) Anyways, this isn't a very, very long chapter, but ha. It's better then nothing, right?
Thanks for sticking with me -grin-
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Georgetown
8:28 AM
Mulder found out the hard way that the lobby doors in his partner's building would not randomly open up and let one through.
Rubbing his forehead and muttering every curse that would pop into his mind at the moment (which consisted mostly of 'dang, heck, and stupid') he gripped the door handle and pulled, nearly toppling into Scully, who was just shrugging into her coat while warily watching her partner from half a foot behind him.
After much effort, Mulder got the door open half way, enough for Scully to split outside. Throwing himself through the closing gab, he made it out as well.
The cold, early morning air hit them hard, but Mulder hardly noticed. Instead, his gaze was lingering on a tall, classy-dressed woman who was standing on the sidewalk by the street.
The women was accompanied by a young teenage boy, her son no doubt, but the FBI agent wasn't about to put 2 and 2 together.
"I'll be a minute Mulder. Don't move."
The simple command was followed by a dead serious glare, and then Scully was off, crossing the street towards her parked car. But Mulder barely comprehended any of it; his focus set on the mystery women.
A few minutes ago, Scully was in bed, hoping for some sleep. Now, she was out here, hoping for patience as not to ripe her partner's head off.
As she bug into her coat pocket to fish out the car keys, she mental cursed herself for not following up on the thought of disarming Mulder earlier.
Had Mulder, far from the right state of mind, not had his gun to scare off the "invading alien cats" from her apartment living room, she'd not be running away from the building now, with the pending thought of all the damage and disturbance fines she'd have to deal with in a few hours.
For the time being, she had to get her partner to his own home, where he could blow the freaking block up for all she cared.
Slipping out of the freezing morning chill and into the equally frosted car, Scully fought to keep her hands from shaking as she started the motor up; her eyes traveling to her partner across the street.
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Mulder's manly senses weren't the least bit affected by the alcohol, nor the subzero temperatures overcastting DC.
No. In fact, his hormones were working overtime - his gaze stalking every movement the middle-aged lady was making mere feet away, from the way her tight suit skirt showed off her curves to the lush red gloss that flashed her lips.
The boy, on the other hand, was carelessly draped against the building wall in baggy jeans, an excessively long t-shirt, and a rugged coat, along with headphones flaring rock music. He hardly seemed to have noticed the agents making an appearance.
After a minute of planning his actions, Mulder moved towards the boy, trying to act unbiased.
"Hey there, kid."
In return, he was shot the most annoyed, "screw you" glance that a teenager could muster.
And of course, Mulder didn't get the clue.
"That your mother?" He flicked his head at the women, who was staring up and down the empty streets impatiently.
The boy, clearly pissed at the fact he was dragged awake so early on a holiday, to most likely make it in time for a doctor appointment or what not, didn't bother keeping his eyes from rolling.
"Noooo. It's my father, Sherlock."
Although his voice was dripping with sarcasm, Mulder would be damned if he caught on to it.
"Well I'll be danged," the FBI agent made a show of coughing while he looked the unsuspecting woman up and down with wistful eyes. "Sherlock needs to teach me his secret."
That comment got the teenager to look up, a curious 'you've got to be kidding' look planted on his face. Further questioning was cut short by the arrival of a flashy business taxi, towards which the still unknowing women moved.
"Let's go, Jack. We're running late."
The boy tore his eyes off Mulder with a sigh and pushed himself off the wall and into the car where the women was already awaiting.
As the black cab pulled away, Scully stopped her car in its place, pushing open the passenger door, and breaking her partner out of his wishful fantasy.
"Alright Mulder. Let's get you home."
Alexandria
The car ride was surprisingly uneventful.
The traffic was steady - normal for a holiday morning, just a tad slower due to the frosty roads; a reminder of the storms that had passed all throughout the night.
Talk was kept to a minimum, mostly Mulder claiming that the cats were still out to get him, and Scully insisting that they were not; the whole process repeating after a few minutes.
Pulling up on Mulder's street, Scully slowed down and sighed upon seeing no free space to park. This meant either leaving Mulder in front of the building to wait for her to find a spot, just dropping him off and going back home, or letting him tag along for a round of parking-space hunting.
The thought of Mulder, alone, here outweighed the thought of Mulder, with her, walking the streets in regards to danger. And although she longed to just ditch him and get back home to finally sleep off the night, deep inside that wasn't even an option.
Another sigh and the car once again rolled down the street.
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A/N: Alright then! Maybe one chapter to go; two if I'm feeling perky and write-ative. And it all depends on my time. Thanks to ya'll lovely folks for reviewing - don't stop now! I will try to keep these 3-weeks-hanging deals to a minimum from now on. Heh. Drop me a note!