a/n: ok, first off all, there is a significant time gap from the ending of the last chapter and the beginning of this one. Think what you will but nonetheless, bear in mind my story is still rated PG-13, so take your minds out of the gutter they've been living in! Nothing R rated happened. At least not yet. And when (or IF) it does it will be incorporated by either assumption, or speech (that is, I will let you take the end of the story and run with it, the intended ending will be apparent, or someone in the story will mention it causally). So, until then, PG 13. Nothing more, and probably nothing less. I tend to use curse words…I know, bad me, but, I feel it's necessary.
On with the story...
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8:12am
"--and furthermore Charlie, if you had to drink you could have at least tried to control yourself! You had more than 8 beers for God's sake, and that's just what I saw. Lord only knows what else you drank! One would think that with two children already, and another on the way, you would be a bit more responsible. But no, you have to go and act like a college boy at a frat party!" Is the first thing I hear upon walking downstairs in the morning, look's like Anne's getting to the yelling pretty early.
Well, he deserves it.
Charlie winces from the volume of her voice, "Anne…could you not scream so loudly. My head hurts enough as it is."
"That's not my fault! Is It?!?"
He rubs his temples, "No Anne. It's mine. Ok? Is that what you wanted to hear? It's all my fault, I got drunk, this hangover is a side effect of that. Not to mention the sore ass. So, I admitted my fault. Will you please, please stop yelling?"
She softens a bit, but not by much. "Charlie. I just wish that you'd act your age, instead of your shoe size. You know how to be an adult, so please, stop acting like a child."
He flops down on the couch and looks sideways at her, "I'm sorry Anne. I shouldn't have done it."
She sighs and leans up against him on the couch, "Alright. If you're truly sorry. I guess I can forgive you. Plus, you seem like your in enough pain as it is."
"You give up entirely to easy." I joke as I too flop down on the couch. "I would've yelled for at least another 15 minutes."
"Well, that's because you're evil." Charlie say's and then sticks out his tongue at me.
"Hey." Anne warns, "What did I say about acting your age?"
"Sorry honey." She looks away for some reason and he sticks out his tongue again, taunting me.
She looks back before he has adequate time to put his tongue back in its rightful place and scolds him, "Charles! Do you not listen to a word that I say?"
He looks at her confused, "Huh? What did you say, I wasn't listening." He jokes.
She slaps him playfully, then adverts her gaze to me, "So…any plans for today?"
"Oh, I don't know. I only have a few more days until I have to go back to work, I was thinking about maybe just staying here, not doing anything, you know be like a hermit crab and not leave my shell." I sigh and stretch out fully on the couch, my legs coming just short of the other armrest. "What about you two? Plans? Going out and about? Maybe shopping?"
"Oh God, please no." Charlie says, whining.
Anne smirks, "Just for that reaction. I think it would be fun to take the kids out for a day of leisure. You know of any place that'll be open? I mean, it is New Years Day."
"I'm not sure. But there is a park just down the road. Charlie knows where it is." I look around, "By the way. Where's Mulder? I figured he would've been awake by now. He's not still asleep is he?"
"I think he is." Charlie says, "He hasn't come down yet."
I sigh and rise off the couch, "Well. That's not acceptable, it's to late for him to still be asleep. I might just have to do something about that."
"Have fun." Anne says, then winks at me. I roll my eyes at her and make my way upstairs. I pause outside Mulder's room, listening to see if maybe he's already awake, but just hasn't come out of his *hole* yet. After I hear no noise, except the faintness of breathing, I knock loudly on the door. When there's no response, I knock louder. And after I don't get a response I knock louder still. And yell out at him that he needs to wake up. I hear shuffling in the room and then the door opens, to Mulder, clad in nothing but a pair of cotton pajama bottoms. Not as showy as the boxers, but still, very nice.
I must have gawked for a bit because before I know it Mulder was the one trying to get my attention. I was in a stupor.
"Scully…Scully…earth to Scully. Come in Scully." He paused for a second, "Huston, we have a problem."
I was brought out of my trance-like stage and shook my head slightly, "What? Oh, it's after 8:30 Mulder, it's time to get up."
He rubs his eyes, then grumbles.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Nothing. It was nothing. I'll be downstairs soon, any reason for waking me up in particular? Or did you just want to be malicious?"
"The latter." I wink, "See you downstairs." I smile slyly at him and go back downstairs, Charlie and Anne are no longer in the living room and I set off to find them. First place I look is the kitchen, they're not there either, I check the little den area, not there either. I go back out into the living room and walk out onto the front porch. Charlie's rental car is gone.
Oh! And the conspiracy rears its ugly head again!
I rush upstairs and knock on mom's bedroom door. Hmm, no answer there either. She must have gone with them. So, what are Mulder and I supposed to do?
Hmm…I could think of a few things.
'No Dana. Think professional.'
Try as I might, every time I think professionally the image of either Mulder in his boxers or those cotton pajama bottoms pops back into my mind. I'm not protesting this, but it's not exactly helping me either. It's hard to be rational whilst thinking of Mulder without a shirt on. Or at least, it is for me. And, not many tings have that affect on me.
"Scully? Come on back to the land of the living why don't you?"
I whip my head around to look at him, "What?"
"I asked you where everybody went off to."
I shake my head, "I don't know. I went upstairs to wake you and when I came down they had already gone. Anne said something about taking the kids somewhere. They have to leave in a few days, and they're trying to make the most of their vacation I guess."
"Well, shouldn't we be doing the same? I mean, we have to go back to work on the 4th. That's only approximately 3 days." He grins at me suggestively, "We have the house all to ourselves, what do you suppose we do until they get back."
"You behave." I scold, "I'm just not that kind of girl." I shrug and take a seat on the sofa.
"Too bad." He jokes. "Well, we'll just have to find some other way to pass the time."
"And what could we possibly do Mulder? It's New Years Day, everything's closed." I sigh and bring my legs up to my chest hugging them. "We could always just watch tv, or we could talk."
He breaths deeply, "Talk about?"
I raise an eyebrow. "What do you think? What happened last night."
"I was afraid of that."
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a/n: yeah, another chapter. You guys have been really great review wise! Thank you! Positive reviews only make me work harder to get the chapters up quicker. Which is why I have this one out so soon. Well, I hope you liked it.
On with the story...
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8:12am
"--and furthermore Charlie, if you had to drink you could have at least tried to control yourself! You had more than 8 beers for God's sake, and that's just what I saw. Lord only knows what else you drank! One would think that with two children already, and another on the way, you would be a bit more responsible. But no, you have to go and act like a college boy at a frat party!" Is the first thing I hear upon walking downstairs in the morning, look's like Anne's getting to the yelling pretty early.
Well, he deserves it.
Charlie winces from the volume of her voice, "Anne…could you not scream so loudly. My head hurts enough as it is."
"That's not my fault! Is It?!?"
He rubs his temples, "No Anne. It's mine. Ok? Is that what you wanted to hear? It's all my fault, I got drunk, this hangover is a side effect of that. Not to mention the sore ass. So, I admitted my fault. Will you please, please stop yelling?"
She softens a bit, but not by much. "Charlie. I just wish that you'd act your age, instead of your shoe size. You know how to be an adult, so please, stop acting like a child."
He flops down on the couch and looks sideways at her, "I'm sorry Anne. I shouldn't have done it."
She sighs and leans up against him on the couch, "Alright. If you're truly sorry. I guess I can forgive you. Plus, you seem like your in enough pain as it is."
"You give up entirely to easy." I joke as I too flop down on the couch. "I would've yelled for at least another 15 minutes."
"Well, that's because you're evil." Charlie say's and then sticks out his tongue at me.
"Hey." Anne warns, "What did I say about acting your age?"
"Sorry honey." She looks away for some reason and he sticks out his tongue again, taunting me.
She looks back before he has adequate time to put his tongue back in its rightful place and scolds him, "Charles! Do you not listen to a word that I say?"
He looks at her confused, "Huh? What did you say, I wasn't listening." He jokes.
She slaps him playfully, then adverts her gaze to me, "So…any plans for today?"
"Oh, I don't know. I only have a few more days until I have to go back to work, I was thinking about maybe just staying here, not doing anything, you know be like a hermit crab and not leave my shell." I sigh and stretch out fully on the couch, my legs coming just short of the other armrest. "What about you two? Plans? Going out and about? Maybe shopping?"
"Oh God, please no." Charlie says, whining.
Anne smirks, "Just for that reaction. I think it would be fun to take the kids out for a day of leisure. You know of any place that'll be open? I mean, it is New Years Day."
"I'm not sure. But there is a park just down the road. Charlie knows where it is." I look around, "By the way. Where's Mulder? I figured he would've been awake by now. He's not still asleep is he?"
"I think he is." Charlie says, "He hasn't come down yet."
I sigh and rise off the couch, "Well. That's not acceptable, it's to late for him to still be asleep. I might just have to do something about that."
"Have fun." Anne says, then winks at me. I roll my eyes at her and make my way upstairs. I pause outside Mulder's room, listening to see if maybe he's already awake, but just hasn't come out of his *hole* yet. After I hear no noise, except the faintness of breathing, I knock loudly on the door. When there's no response, I knock louder. And after I don't get a response I knock louder still. And yell out at him that he needs to wake up. I hear shuffling in the room and then the door opens, to Mulder, clad in nothing but a pair of cotton pajama bottoms. Not as showy as the boxers, but still, very nice.
I must have gawked for a bit because before I know it Mulder was the one trying to get my attention. I was in a stupor.
"Scully…Scully…earth to Scully. Come in Scully." He paused for a second, "Huston, we have a problem."
I was brought out of my trance-like stage and shook my head slightly, "What? Oh, it's after 8:30 Mulder, it's time to get up."
He rubs his eyes, then grumbles.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Nothing. It was nothing. I'll be downstairs soon, any reason for waking me up in particular? Or did you just want to be malicious?"
"The latter." I wink, "See you downstairs." I smile slyly at him and go back downstairs, Charlie and Anne are no longer in the living room and I set off to find them. First place I look is the kitchen, they're not there either, I check the little den area, not there either. I go back out into the living room and walk out onto the front porch. Charlie's rental car is gone.
Oh! And the conspiracy rears its ugly head again!
I rush upstairs and knock on mom's bedroom door. Hmm, no answer there either. She must have gone with them. So, what are Mulder and I supposed to do?
Hmm…I could think of a few things.
'No Dana. Think professional.'
Try as I might, every time I think professionally the image of either Mulder in his boxers or those cotton pajama bottoms pops back into my mind. I'm not protesting this, but it's not exactly helping me either. It's hard to be rational whilst thinking of Mulder without a shirt on. Or at least, it is for me. And, not many tings have that affect on me.
"Scully? Come on back to the land of the living why don't you?"
I whip my head around to look at him, "What?"
"I asked you where everybody went off to."
I shake my head, "I don't know. I went upstairs to wake you and when I came down they had already gone. Anne said something about taking the kids somewhere. They have to leave in a few days, and they're trying to make the most of their vacation I guess."
"Well, shouldn't we be doing the same? I mean, we have to go back to work on the 4th. That's only approximately 3 days." He grins at me suggestively, "We have the house all to ourselves, what do you suppose we do until they get back."
"You behave." I scold, "I'm just not that kind of girl." I shrug and take a seat on the sofa.
"Too bad." He jokes. "Well, we'll just have to find some other way to pass the time."
"And what could we possibly do Mulder? It's New Years Day, everything's closed." I sigh and bring my legs up to my chest hugging them. "We could always just watch tv, or we could talk."
He breaths deeply, "Talk about?"
I raise an eyebrow. "What do you think? What happened last night."
"I was afraid of that."
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a/n: yeah, another chapter. You guys have been really great review wise! Thank you! Positive reviews only make me work harder to get the chapters up quicker. Which is why I have this one out so soon. Well, I hope you liked it.
