4:06 pm
Anne and I were in the kitchen talking. Not about Mulder for he was only one door over with Charlie in the dinning room--doing what I don't know. But either way were talking, mostly about my work. Anne doesn't have the most interesting job, she works for a company, im not sure exactly what they do there though.
Anyway, we were talking about past cases, and she nearly died laughing when I told her about Eddie Van Blundht. I however, didn't find it that amusing. "I don't see what's so damn funny about it. It was one of the most humiliating experiences of my life."
"Worse than what happened at my bachelorette party?" She inquired with her eyebrows raised.
I shuddered thinking about it, "quite possibly."
"Well, then it must have been bad. How did you explain what happened to Mulder?"
"Well, I was pretty drunk, and I think that when I passed out he got the picture. We haven't really talked about it. Im not sure what he thinks on the subject." Which was true, Mulder and I had never talked about the matter. I shrugged, "ah. Oh well. There's been some other quite fun things about work."
"Such as?" She mused.
"Well. There was this one time, a few of Mulder's friends had invested in a virtual game that was supposed to come out not to long ago, you might have heard of it. First Person Shooter."
"Yeah, some people got killed so they didn't sell it."
"The game itself was fine, it was the character in the game there was a problem with. She kept killing people."
"But Dana, it is a game. Wouldn't being *killed* in the game just take them out of it?"
"Tell that to the guy who got his head chopped off. Anyway, my brilliant partner got stuck in the game and couldn't get out. I had to go into the game myself and stall for time while the LGM and the people who invented the game hit the kill switch. So I got to shoot the hell out of stuff. I'll admit, it was fun."
"See! I told you!" Mulder says from the door, I hadn't even heard him come in. "It's not just testosterone. Shooting things is fun no matter who you are!"
"Well, only the ones who can actually beat the game should play it."
"You didn't beat the game Scully."
"But I came a whole hell of a lot closer than you did. Face it Mulder, I saved your ass, you sucked at that game."
"Ouch, that stings Scully."
"You know you're only making this game easier. Point 3 for me. You're going to need to hurry up and at least score one point."
"What game?" Anne asks confused.
"I have no clue, ask your sister-in-law."
She looks at me expectantly. "Yes Dana, pray tell."
"Well, every time I bruise his male superego I earn a point. So far I've gotten three points, and he's gotten none."
Anne laughed and looked at Mulder, "I could probably give you a few pointers."
"No. No cheating! He's had ample opportunity to get at least one point on me. So far he's come up empty handed. No, he has to play fair and square. I have…and it's my game. I make up the rules."
"Honey that is in no way your game…women have been kicking men's asses at that game for centuries…it's just that way with cou--" she trails off, and when she doesn't find a save she just looks at me and shrugs. "Well, you guys are enough like a couple anyway. Why should the games be any different. Sorry Mulder, I can't help you cheat."
"It's ok. I think I'll have caught up by the end of vacation."
"Humph, we'll see." I washed my cup and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room where I found Charlie putting Bradley to sleep on the couch. After I saw that Bradley was soundly sleeping I jumped up on my little brother's back. He stumbled for a second and then stood up straight, me still hanging off of him.
"What's this?"
"I just wanted to know what it feels like to be tall. And just seemed like the thing to do."
"Ah ha." He says, he starts to walk out of the living room and up the stairs and im just starting to think that my little brother may be up to no good.
"Charlie, what are you doing?"
"The right thing to do." He says as he opens the door to his and Anne's bedroom and he throws me down on the bed, then he jumps on me and starts to tickle, in my sides. The only place on my body that is ticklish, and he and Bill are the only ones who know that. I scream with laughter and try to push him off of me, but my brother is stronger than he looks. He continues to tickle and I continue to kick.
After a few minutes of this going on and neither of us letting up Mulder and Anne come into the room to see what all the noise is, mom trailing right behind them holding Kaylie in her arms. They all look at us blankly, with the exception of Kaylie who thinks what daddy and auntie Day are doing is hilarious.
"Charlie…get…off!" I scream, then burst into another fit of laughter.
Mom gets a knowing look on her face and laughs herself, "he got her in the weak spot."
Anne then understands, because my brother must have blabbed this to her, and Mulder is the only one left out in the dark. I would rather he not know about my one and only weakness, my kryptonite so to say. Soon mom and Anne are both laughing and Mulder is still oblivious. Kaylie is too laughing in her small baby like way.
"Charlie!" I urge, "stop!"
"Say it!"
"No!"
"Say it Dana, or I won't stop!"
"I…won't!" I scream, then laugh once more. My sides are starting to hurt now, not only from Charlie's intense tickling but from excessive laughter. I plant my arms on the fronts of his shoulders, and maneuver my feet to where they're positioned on his stomach, and I push with all my might. Charlie flies backwards and although he tries to grab hold of the bed to keep from falling on his ass his efforts are useless. He lands on the wood with a heavy thud.
"I…win." I say in between gasps for air. "As…always." I stand jump off the bed in triumph and lean forward placing my hands on my knees, my breath coming back to normal.
"Might I ask how all this started?" Mom inquires from the doorway.
"She…started…it." Charlie says standing up, out of breath as I was. "She…jumped on me."
"Oh, he's just a wimp." I tease, "never could beat me and never will. Although I'll have to admit that my little brother has game now. He almost won."
"Won what?" Mulder says, still confused as to what he had just seen. He'd seen Dana, the carefree redhead, who loved to pick fights with her siblings whenever she could, and wining almost every time. Not Scully, the levelheaded FBI agent.
"Doesn't matter, as long as I win."
"And she always wins."
"Ok, so what was your mother talking about when she said your 'weak spot'?"
"Oh," Anne blurts out, "I know. Dana may seem invincible, but in truth she's got a weakness--"
"Don't you even! How do you know about that anyway? Did my brother tell you?"
"Of course. Your brother doesn't know the meaning of secret."
"I do too, I haven't told Mulder yet."
"Told me what?"
"That's for me to know and you to never find out. Besides, it's not important." I say as I brush past the three adults standing in the doorway, Mulder follows me.
"I happen to think it is, it very well might be a way for me to beat you at your little game."
"I don't think so Mulder. Besides, you'll never know. And Charlie knows that if he blabs he'll get a lot more than a sore ass, and Anne or mom wouldn't tell."
"Bill knows doesn't he."
"Are you willing to call him and take the chance that he doesn't. And furthermore, what makes you think that if he did know he would tell you? Cause I don't think he would." I sat down on the couch and folded my legs under me Indian style. "Anyway Mulder, it's going to take a lot more than knowing my weak spot to win this game. And you saw what happened with Charlie, he couldn't win. What makes you think you can?"
"Because there are things I could do that your brother can't."
I think I might like where this is going. "Such as?"
"Oh, I think that's for me to know and you to find out. Who knows, maybe you'll even find out soon."
"Is that a promise?"
"Could be."
I was about to say something back when Anne and Charlie came bounding down the stares and into the living room. Charlie sat next to me on the couch and Anne sat in the recliner. I leaned onto my brothers arm and he draped his arm over my shoulders.
"It's good to see you again sis." He says planting a kiss on my forehead, "I've missed our little fights."
"Yeah, so have I."
I was really starting to enjoy this Christmas.
~**~**~**~
a/n: I got this one out soon! And there's more to come, my mind is buzzing with ideas for this story. I've already written two other chapters for this story, but I think I might hold off on posting them for awhile. Keep the anticipation up. Anyway, I hope you're enjoying it so far. Please, please, please review. And thanks to those who have already.
~Brittany~
Anne and I were in the kitchen talking. Not about Mulder for he was only one door over with Charlie in the dinning room--doing what I don't know. But either way were talking, mostly about my work. Anne doesn't have the most interesting job, she works for a company, im not sure exactly what they do there though.
Anyway, we were talking about past cases, and she nearly died laughing when I told her about Eddie Van Blundht. I however, didn't find it that amusing. "I don't see what's so damn funny about it. It was one of the most humiliating experiences of my life."
"Worse than what happened at my bachelorette party?" She inquired with her eyebrows raised.
I shuddered thinking about it, "quite possibly."
"Well, then it must have been bad. How did you explain what happened to Mulder?"
"Well, I was pretty drunk, and I think that when I passed out he got the picture. We haven't really talked about it. Im not sure what he thinks on the subject." Which was true, Mulder and I had never talked about the matter. I shrugged, "ah. Oh well. There's been some other quite fun things about work."
"Such as?" She mused.
"Well. There was this one time, a few of Mulder's friends had invested in a virtual game that was supposed to come out not to long ago, you might have heard of it. First Person Shooter."
"Yeah, some people got killed so they didn't sell it."
"The game itself was fine, it was the character in the game there was a problem with. She kept killing people."
"But Dana, it is a game. Wouldn't being *killed* in the game just take them out of it?"
"Tell that to the guy who got his head chopped off. Anyway, my brilliant partner got stuck in the game and couldn't get out. I had to go into the game myself and stall for time while the LGM and the people who invented the game hit the kill switch. So I got to shoot the hell out of stuff. I'll admit, it was fun."
"See! I told you!" Mulder says from the door, I hadn't even heard him come in. "It's not just testosterone. Shooting things is fun no matter who you are!"
"Well, only the ones who can actually beat the game should play it."
"You didn't beat the game Scully."
"But I came a whole hell of a lot closer than you did. Face it Mulder, I saved your ass, you sucked at that game."
"Ouch, that stings Scully."
"You know you're only making this game easier. Point 3 for me. You're going to need to hurry up and at least score one point."
"What game?" Anne asks confused.
"I have no clue, ask your sister-in-law."
She looks at me expectantly. "Yes Dana, pray tell."
"Well, every time I bruise his male superego I earn a point. So far I've gotten three points, and he's gotten none."
Anne laughed and looked at Mulder, "I could probably give you a few pointers."
"No. No cheating! He's had ample opportunity to get at least one point on me. So far he's come up empty handed. No, he has to play fair and square. I have…and it's my game. I make up the rules."
"Honey that is in no way your game…women have been kicking men's asses at that game for centuries…it's just that way with cou--" she trails off, and when she doesn't find a save she just looks at me and shrugs. "Well, you guys are enough like a couple anyway. Why should the games be any different. Sorry Mulder, I can't help you cheat."
"It's ok. I think I'll have caught up by the end of vacation."
"Humph, we'll see." I washed my cup and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room where I found Charlie putting Bradley to sleep on the couch. After I saw that Bradley was soundly sleeping I jumped up on my little brother's back. He stumbled for a second and then stood up straight, me still hanging off of him.
"What's this?"
"I just wanted to know what it feels like to be tall. And just seemed like the thing to do."
"Ah ha." He says, he starts to walk out of the living room and up the stairs and im just starting to think that my little brother may be up to no good.
"Charlie, what are you doing?"
"The right thing to do." He says as he opens the door to his and Anne's bedroom and he throws me down on the bed, then he jumps on me and starts to tickle, in my sides. The only place on my body that is ticklish, and he and Bill are the only ones who know that. I scream with laughter and try to push him off of me, but my brother is stronger than he looks. He continues to tickle and I continue to kick.
After a few minutes of this going on and neither of us letting up Mulder and Anne come into the room to see what all the noise is, mom trailing right behind them holding Kaylie in her arms. They all look at us blankly, with the exception of Kaylie who thinks what daddy and auntie Day are doing is hilarious.
"Charlie…get…off!" I scream, then burst into another fit of laughter.
Mom gets a knowing look on her face and laughs herself, "he got her in the weak spot."
Anne then understands, because my brother must have blabbed this to her, and Mulder is the only one left out in the dark. I would rather he not know about my one and only weakness, my kryptonite so to say. Soon mom and Anne are both laughing and Mulder is still oblivious. Kaylie is too laughing in her small baby like way.
"Charlie!" I urge, "stop!"
"Say it!"
"No!"
"Say it Dana, or I won't stop!"
"I…won't!" I scream, then laugh once more. My sides are starting to hurt now, not only from Charlie's intense tickling but from excessive laughter. I plant my arms on the fronts of his shoulders, and maneuver my feet to where they're positioned on his stomach, and I push with all my might. Charlie flies backwards and although he tries to grab hold of the bed to keep from falling on his ass his efforts are useless. He lands on the wood with a heavy thud.
"I…win." I say in between gasps for air. "As…always." I stand jump off the bed in triumph and lean forward placing my hands on my knees, my breath coming back to normal.
"Might I ask how all this started?" Mom inquires from the doorway.
"She…started…it." Charlie says standing up, out of breath as I was. "She…jumped on me."
"Oh, he's just a wimp." I tease, "never could beat me and never will. Although I'll have to admit that my little brother has game now. He almost won."
"Won what?" Mulder says, still confused as to what he had just seen. He'd seen Dana, the carefree redhead, who loved to pick fights with her siblings whenever she could, and wining almost every time. Not Scully, the levelheaded FBI agent.
"Doesn't matter, as long as I win."
"And she always wins."
"Ok, so what was your mother talking about when she said your 'weak spot'?"
"Oh," Anne blurts out, "I know. Dana may seem invincible, but in truth she's got a weakness--"
"Don't you even! How do you know about that anyway? Did my brother tell you?"
"Of course. Your brother doesn't know the meaning of secret."
"I do too, I haven't told Mulder yet."
"Told me what?"
"That's for me to know and you to never find out. Besides, it's not important." I say as I brush past the three adults standing in the doorway, Mulder follows me.
"I happen to think it is, it very well might be a way for me to beat you at your little game."
"I don't think so Mulder. Besides, you'll never know. And Charlie knows that if he blabs he'll get a lot more than a sore ass, and Anne or mom wouldn't tell."
"Bill knows doesn't he."
"Are you willing to call him and take the chance that he doesn't. And furthermore, what makes you think that if he did know he would tell you? Cause I don't think he would." I sat down on the couch and folded my legs under me Indian style. "Anyway Mulder, it's going to take a lot more than knowing my weak spot to win this game. And you saw what happened with Charlie, he couldn't win. What makes you think you can?"
"Because there are things I could do that your brother can't."
I think I might like where this is going. "Such as?"
"Oh, I think that's for me to know and you to find out. Who knows, maybe you'll even find out soon."
"Is that a promise?"
"Could be."
I was about to say something back when Anne and Charlie came bounding down the stares and into the living room. Charlie sat next to me on the couch and Anne sat in the recliner. I leaned onto my brothers arm and he draped his arm over my shoulders.
"It's good to see you again sis." He says planting a kiss on my forehead, "I've missed our little fights."
"Yeah, so have I."
I was really starting to enjoy this Christmas.
~**~**~**~
a/n: I got this one out soon! And there's more to come, my mind is buzzing with ideas for this story. I've already written two other chapters for this story, but I think I might hold off on posting them for awhile. Keep the anticipation up. Anyway, I hope you're enjoying it so far. Please, please, please review. And thanks to those who have already.
~Brittany~
