Hey all! Thanks for the encouraging reviews. Since I unfortunately have a
life outside of the X-Files world ( I can pretty much only write on the
weekends. So be patient with me! And yes, I know that Titanic wasn't even
on video when this story is supposed to take place, but I'm pleading
artistic license. ~ATX~
Chapter 2
" 'I won't get in the way of your special relationship'. 'Why don't we have a beer together'. What a load of crap. What was I thinking?" Mulder thought out loud as he unlocked the door to his apartment and began contemplating on whether or not he could afford to get royally drunk. "I should have said, No thanks, I'd rather rip out your heart with my bare hands, but won't because unfortunately Scully cares about you." After changing out of his suit into a gray shirt and sweatpants he went into the kitchen, ignoring the pile of dirty dishes in the sink. He opened the refrigerator and took out the sole contents, a six-pack of beer. He slammed the door of the refrigerator with his foot as he made his way to the worn leather couch. He pressed the power button on his remote and popped the lid off his bottle of beer, throwing the cap across the room toward the trash can only to have it miss and land on the tattered carpet. He turned his attention back to the TV and saw the opening title for Titanic come on. "Wonderful," he thought, "A movie about doomed lovers. I can add this to my list sorrows to drown tonight." He held up the bottle of beer to the movie in a toast and took a swig of it. The movie was nearing the end when the phone rang.
"Mulder."
"Hey Mulder, you doing anything right now?" It was Frohike.
"Oh, just drowning my sorrows in a couple bottles of beer and the movie Titanic."
"Yeah, well, Byers and Langley and I are going out for cheese steaks. Wanna come? Maybe bring some of those magazines that aren't yours?"
At the mention of Scully's name for his X-rated magazines and tapes Mulder mentally added yet another sorrow to drown. "No, maybe next time."
"Ok. Well, we got that background check on Josh. He's clean. Not so much as a parking ticket against him."
"Thanks Frohike. Just don't tell Scully I asked you to do it."
"No way man. I don't want to face Scully's wrath."
"Bye Frohike."
"See ya Mulder."
Mulder hung up the phone and ran his hands over his face. As he closed his eyes he heard the character Jack say, "Never let go." Rose replied, "I'll never let go. I'll never let go Jack."
With a groan Mulder clicked off the TV and turned on the radio only to hear Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On" blaring through the speakers. He shut that off quickly too.
"It's a conspiracy to make me even more miserable," complained Mulder to no one in particular as he opened his last bottle of beer, having downed the other five during the movie. "I'm going to have one bad headache tomorrow. This one's for you Scully." Quickly he chugged the bottle and let it drop to the floor as he fell into a dreamless slumber.
********************* I live in the only zoo where they allow you to feed the animals with a special kind of food: feedback. So don't hesitate to throw it at me, flaming or not! ~ATX~
Chapter 2
" 'I won't get in the way of your special relationship'. 'Why don't we have a beer together'. What a load of crap. What was I thinking?" Mulder thought out loud as he unlocked the door to his apartment and began contemplating on whether or not he could afford to get royally drunk. "I should have said, No thanks, I'd rather rip out your heart with my bare hands, but won't because unfortunately Scully cares about you." After changing out of his suit into a gray shirt and sweatpants he went into the kitchen, ignoring the pile of dirty dishes in the sink. He opened the refrigerator and took out the sole contents, a six-pack of beer. He slammed the door of the refrigerator with his foot as he made his way to the worn leather couch. He pressed the power button on his remote and popped the lid off his bottle of beer, throwing the cap across the room toward the trash can only to have it miss and land on the tattered carpet. He turned his attention back to the TV and saw the opening title for Titanic come on. "Wonderful," he thought, "A movie about doomed lovers. I can add this to my list sorrows to drown tonight." He held up the bottle of beer to the movie in a toast and took a swig of it. The movie was nearing the end when the phone rang.
"Mulder."
"Hey Mulder, you doing anything right now?" It was Frohike.
"Oh, just drowning my sorrows in a couple bottles of beer and the movie Titanic."
"Yeah, well, Byers and Langley and I are going out for cheese steaks. Wanna come? Maybe bring some of those magazines that aren't yours?"
At the mention of Scully's name for his X-rated magazines and tapes Mulder mentally added yet another sorrow to drown. "No, maybe next time."
"Ok. Well, we got that background check on Josh. He's clean. Not so much as a parking ticket against him."
"Thanks Frohike. Just don't tell Scully I asked you to do it."
"No way man. I don't want to face Scully's wrath."
"Bye Frohike."
"See ya Mulder."
Mulder hung up the phone and ran his hands over his face. As he closed his eyes he heard the character Jack say, "Never let go." Rose replied, "I'll never let go. I'll never let go Jack."
With a groan Mulder clicked off the TV and turned on the radio only to hear Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On" blaring through the speakers. He shut that off quickly too.
"It's a conspiracy to make me even more miserable," complained Mulder to no one in particular as he opened his last bottle of beer, having downed the other five during the movie. "I'm going to have one bad headache tomorrow. This one's for you Scully." Quickly he chugged the bottle and let it drop to the floor as he fell into a dreamless slumber.
********************* I live in the only zoo where they allow you to feed the animals with a special kind of food: feedback. So don't hesitate to throw it at me, flaming or not! ~ATX~