Thank you to those who have reviewed, and for those who have yet to review, what's wrong with you?!?
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DDstalker: I have no clue where I come up with this stuff at, product of an insane mind, I assume. And, no, not based off of real life experience, glad to say. I'm glad you've got so many favorite lines! And, thank you for seeing that I am a genius, you may be the only one ;). Oh, no threats please, I'll continue to write fast! Keep the long reviews coming, I really don't mind! Anyway, thank you for the enthusiastic reviews. I've come to expect them from you, and I'm glad you enjoy my stories so much to write them!

BeeKay: I agree about "Tele" not being as funny as "Stapey" and "Hammey" who knows, I might bring them back, but probably not in this story because it's not set around the office, maybe in Just Another: part 3. Thanks for the review.

kersha: wow, you're teacher sounds...different to say the least. Reminds me of my French teacher, she never went as far as naming her possessions, but I think she had a very close relationship with her coffee cup, she kept the same one the whole year long, through French 1 and French 2. Thank God I passed and don't have to go back to her class! Nametags, huh? Really weird. I'm glad you find this story as funny as the last one!

Rach: Don't worry, Scully will be going back to Dr. Rach, sometime soon, maybe even Mulder, too. Wow, you're pretty short. I'm sorry, I get (jokingly) teased enough for being 5'3. But, then again, most of my friends are a good 3 inches or higher taller than I am. It sucks, but that's why God made chunk shoes and high heals.

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Just Another: Weekend Away from the Office

Chapter 3

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Scully woke up early the next morning and quickly got ready for her day. Her and Mulder were going shopping! While she was making her coffee Tele rang. She picked Tele up, "Scully."

"Scully! Don't you ever have me go to that office again! It was horrible."

"You didn't wait for him to open the door, did you?"

"You never told me to!"

"Yes I did! I distinctively remember saying, 'knock on the door, but don't enter until he says it's all right. Don't ask questions, just trust me on this one. You don't want to see what goes on behind that closed door' and then later on in the conversation I reminded you not to go in until Agent Robertson said it was alright or opened the door, do you not listen to me or something? I thought I warned you enough."

"Oh, come on Scully. You know I don't have the attention span to listen to your babbling. Anyway, you shouldn't have trusted me to pay attention knowing that the 'Sim' version of me was trying to get the 'Sim' version of you into bed! Jeeze, you can't even let the fake me get laid. Do you have something against me getting laid, Scully?"

"I thought we went over this last night, Mulder."

"But, you still wouldn't let me get laid!"

"Because you were being an ass, and quite frankly, you still are. But, I want to go shopping, and I need somebody to go with. And, since it's your fault I don't have a life or any female friends to go shopping with, or any of the homosexual Agents for that matter, I've got to go with you. Besides, you have really bad taste in clothing…except for that red Speedo I've heard so much talk about."

"Who told you about my Speedo?"

Cough. "Krycheck." Cough.

"I KNEW he was checking me out!"

"Who in their right mind wouldn't have? And, come on, Mulder. It's obvious Krycheck has got a thing for you. Poor Kingsley was just second best. Anyway, off that subject. We were talking about your bad taste in clothing, no? Anyway, perfect example is that hideous pink shirt you wore our first day in 'The Falls'. You know with that little sweater thing around your neck? That right there was the sole reason you didn't get any when we were in Arcadia. It made me wonder too much."

"Wonder? About what?"

"Weather there were 22 gay men in the Hoover Building instead of 21."

"Hey!"

"Come on, Mulder. You did look kind of fruity."

"I was in character, Scully. Rob Petrie was a prep."

"A fruitcake is more like it. Oh, and those names, don't get me started or we'll never get to shopping. Just, hurry and get here."

"But I never got to finish saying what I called to say."

"Which is?"

"I'm scarred for life. I'll never be able to look at Robertson and Hopkins the same way again. I really should have knocked. By the way, you'd better watch out on Monday, I wouldn't be surprised if Hopkins but a price on your head. He was really pissed off that you let Kingsley know about his and Robertson's secret rendezvous. Apparently Kingsley called him. Not that it stopped Hopkins and Robertson from…ah…oh, hell. From doing IT."

Scully stifled a snicker, but she was, however, grinning. "I told you Mulder. I told you that you didn't want to see what was going on in there, but do you ever listen? No. And why is that? You're so pathetic an animated version of you can't laid."

"That hurts Scully."

"The truth hurts Mulder. Now get your ass over here, I want to shop!"

20 minutes later there was a knock at her door and Scully quickly opened it, to her horror. "MULDER! I thought we went over this, pink shirts are a no-no!"

"You only said that one! This one is different."

"Pink is still not a color you should wear, Mulder! It makes you look fruity, this I told you! What's your excuse for not listening to me this time?"

Mulder shrugged, "I blame it on my lack of a sex life."

"Well, it's something, that's for sure. We've got to get you out of that hideous thing and into something more appropriate, like maybe something tight and black. Those shirts always look good on you. Go home and change into a tight black shirt, and then come back. After you look heterosexual we can shop!"

Mulder jumped up and down, "Yea, shopping!"

Scully shook her head and sighed, "You know Mulder, if you weren't always chasing tail I'd think you were gay."

"I am not gay!"

"Mulder! Were you listening to what I said, I said that I'd THINK you were gay if you didn't chase so much tail. But, thinking and actually knowing are different things, aren't they Mulder?"

"I guess so."

"Good, now go change! And don't come back until you're wearing something tight! Then maybe you'll get laid."

Mulder continued to jump up and down, "yippee! I'm gonna get laid, I'm gonna get laid."

"SHUT-UP!"

Mulder immediately stopped jumping and his face grew somber, "yes, Scully. I'm going to change, I'll be back in less than an hour."

"Good. Now hurry!"

Mulder ran out the door and as promised returned 45 minutes later wearing a tight black shirt. Scully stared at him for awhile, drooling before Mulder yelled at her taking her out of her stupor. She wiped away the drool and they took off to go shopping.

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a/n: alright, so? Tell me how I'm doing, alrighty? I love feedback. I know this one's not as good as 'Just Another: Day at the Office' but, I'm trying. Anyway, the next chapter is them shopping. And, maybe Mulder will get laid. Who knows? I don't. The next chapter isn't written yet. Send suggestions, I might use one! They'll be appreciated.