Mulder got off his plane and checked his watch. 8:23- he was running late. He had to be at the studio at nine. This was a show he knew he could not afford to miss. He rushed through the crowded airport and got his rental car in record time. He got to the studio at 9:05 and was rushed backstage into a separate closed off section for guests. There, make-up and wardrobe people, microphone technicians and employees attacked him and bombarded him with questions. Their voices grew to a cacophony of noise and he fazed them out and let them do whatever they wanted. All he was focused on was what he was about to do. This was not his ideal way of telling Scully his feelings, but it sure was original. Plus, when Maggie had suggested it, he could not resist. He hoped Scully would forgive him for it. This would not be that embarrassing- besides, all of their co-workers would be at work...hopefully. A 10 minute warning was given and everyone settled into their places. Mulder realized he was being told to change quickly and not to TOUCH his hair. He went behind the curtain and changed into, ironically, a pair of black jeans and a heather grey t-shirt. "Figures" he thought. He also noticed that they had placed an extraordinarily large amount of gel in his hair and that annoying lock of hair that he knew Scully loved was behaving itself for once... so he fingered the gel out. The stylist gave him a dirty look when he came back out but it was too late to do anything about it. Luckily, Scully was first to go on so he had to do this before he had the chance to chicken out.


Scully heard the 10 minute warning and felt the sudden urge to vomit. It was not that she was about to be on national television, it was that the national television program she was going to be on was Maury, THAT pissed her off. She was told that she was the first person up so at least the humiliation would be over soon. A large group of people pushed past her surrounded by employees. "Strange, I could swear I smelled Mulder's cologne." Scully thought. "Don't be stupid, more than one person could own that brand." The wardrobe people had put her in a knee length denim skirt and a white tank shell. She liked the shirt, it gave the appearance of cleavage, the wonders of push up bras. She would have to ask if she could keep it. Scully heard Mr. TV host himself call her name and the crowd cheering and off she went. "Oh boy..."


I know, I'm damn evil. I just don't have a lot of time to type this up lately. I promised the next chapters will be longer!! MORE FEEDBACK. Its wonderful for the aspiring writer's ego!!