~Hi! I'm Cyrus, better known as Meg1551 or Spork on the X-Files Forum. I
posted this there earlier, and someone asked me to post it here on FF.net,
so here I am~
***What if Scully was the believer and Mulder the skeptic? What if Mulder's sister had never been abducted? What if Scully's tarantula had been abducted instead? What if Scully had kept that part time job as a stripper to buy her new viper? What if Skinner was ten years younger and Scully was in love with HIM? What if Mulder was in love with him? (Disregard the last question.) All of your questions are answered here***
[Scully's apartment 8:05]
Rushing madly through the apartment, Scully frantically gathered her things for work, for which she is already five minutes late.
"Damn it! Where the hell are my handcuffs?" Scully yelled, looking around frantically.
"Right here." A voice said from behind.
"Who the HELL are you?!?!"
A sleazy looking man, more that five years younger than Scully, leaned on the doorframe, dangling the lost object from one finger.
"Don't you remember last night?" he asked.
"No, and I don't care to! Get out!"
"Yeah, you were pretty wasted."
"GET OUT!!"
The half dressed man didn't budge but continued to dangle the handcuffs. Scully, annoyed, pulled her gun out of its holster and aimed it at his crotch.
"NOW!!!"
"Fine, but I'm keeping these."
He walked out the door and sheepishly ran down the stairs. Scully grabbed her things and bolted after him.
"Get back here!"
The Sleazy man turned and tried to look big bad and menacing.
"I don't need a gun for you," snarled Scully.
She slipped her leg between his, hooked it around his right knee and pulled him down into a cowering heap of man. Kicking his right hand repeatedly, she forced him to let go of the handcuffs, then jabbed her heel into his stomach.
"How do you run in those things?"
"I've had practice," she said dryly. "Come near me again and I swear I will do worse," She growled menacingly.
She rushed to the parking garage and jumped into her new red convertible Viper, compliments of her second job. She floored it, ran a red light, was pulled over by a cop, flashed her badge and still made it in five minutes.
[Mulder's office 8:15]
Mulder, looking very harassed and very by the book, was talking with a disgruntled looking Skinner.
"I'm very, very, sorry sir. I'm sure she'll be here soon."
"Unfortunately, with Agent Scully, you're always making excuses for her repeated lateness and lack of protocol. If she is not here in five minutes I'll have to..."
With this Scully burst in, looking extremely disheveled. Her hair was blown back from the wind, and she was trying to finger comb it into place.
"Mulder, Assistant Director."
"Agent Scully do you realize you are twenty minutes late to this meeting?"
"I'm so sorry assistant director." She crossed her legs. "It will never happen again." Scully pulled a pencil from behind her ear and began to chew on the eraser.
~Hehe, that's it for now. What do you think? Do you like it? Remember, it's supposed to be funny~
***What if Scully was the believer and Mulder the skeptic? What if Mulder's sister had never been abducted? What if Scully's tarantula had been abducted instead? What if Scully had kept that part time job as a stripper to buy her new viper? What if Skinner was ten years younger and Scully was in love with HIM? What if Mulder was in love with him? (Disregard the last question.) All of your questions are answered here***
[Scully's apartment 8:05]
Rushing madly through the apartment, Scully frantically gathered her things for work, for which she is already five minutes late.
"Damn it! Where the hell are my handcuffs?" Scully yelled, looking around frantically.
"Right here." A voice said from behind.
"Who the HELL are you?!?!"
A sleazy looking man, more that five years younger than Scully, leaned on the doorframe, dangling the lost object from one finger.
"Don't you remember last night?" he asked.
"No, and I don't care to! Get out!"
"Yeah, you were pretty wasted."
"GET OUT!!"
The half dressed man didn't budge but continued to dangle the handcuffs. Scully, annoyed, pulled her gun out of its holster and aimed it at his crotch.
"NOW!!!"
"Fine, but I'm keeping these."
He walked out the door and sheepishly ran down the stairs. Scully grabbed her things and bolted after him.
"Get back here!"
The Sleazy man turned and tried to look big bad and menacing.
"I don't need a gun for you," snarled Scully.
She slipped her leg between his, hooked it around his right knee and pulled him down into a cowering heap of man. Kicking his right hand repeatedly, she forced him to let go of the handcuffs, then jabbed her heel into his stomach.
"How do you run in those things?"
"I've had practice," she said dryly. "Come near me again and I swear I will do worse," She growled menacingly.
She rushed to the parking garage and jumped into her new red convertible Viper, compliments of her second job. She floored it, ran a red light, was pulled over by a cop, flashed her badge and still made it in five minutes.
[Mulder's office 8:15]
Mulder, looking very harassed and very by the book, was talking with a disgruntled looking Skinner.
"I'm very, very, sorry sir. I'm sure she'll be here soon."
"Unfortunately, with Agent Scully, you're always making excuses for her repeated lateness and lack of protocol. If she is not here in five minutes I'll have to..."
With this Scully burst in, looking extremely disheveled. Her hair was blown back from the wind, and she was trying to finger comb it into place.
"Mulder, Assistant Director."
"Agent Scully do you realize you are twenty minutes late to this meeting?"
"I'm so sorry assistant director." She crossed her legs. "It will never happen again." Scully pulled a pencil from behind her ear and began to chew on the eraser.
~Hehe, that's it for now. What do you think? Do you like it? Remember, it's supposed to be funny~