Title: Me, myself, and Mulder
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Mulder and Scully must write personal reports characterizing themselves as a punishment
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the x-files
Chapter one
Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder,
Scully, imbued with frustration, pushed away from the desk and stared at the flickering computer screen. She methodically tapped her nails on the enter key as she faintly nodded her head in annoyance, and then backspaced so that only one 'Mulder,' remained. What a stupid punishment. Suspension for a week would be preferable to this, at least with the latter she could sleep in and get to the collection of dishes that had grown in her sink. But no, she had to write a Dear John to both Mulder and Skinner detailing personal information regarding a list of favorites, a brief synopsis of her childhood, college experiences, Quantico experiences, FBI experiences and an analysis of how her life has changed, how she has grown as a person and an agent of the FBI, and why Skinner should have to put up with her crap. The conclusion must include what attributes she possesses which are vital to the FBI and an argument that would advocate the reasons she should not be relieved of her partnership with Mulder or her position held as a special agent of the FBI. It all seemed painstakingly reminiscent to a college application essay.
At least Mulder was in the same predicament, it was his entire fault as usual anyhow. His entire fault referring to the disregard for orders directed by Skinner (The infamous duo had gone out of state without approval) and the inability to account for several hundred federal dollars spent without his authorization on a bureau credit card lent to them for hotel accommodations and travel expenses for a case they had been working on earlier that week. After a brief meeting between the three earlier that morning, Skinner narrowed his eyes as an awkward smile contorted his reddened features; he then proceeded to appoint punishment. As the words 'A five page personal report' rolled off his pedantic tongue, Scully flinched and squirmed in her chair. She was secretly wishing for a suspension.
As Skinner moved his eyes over the pair, an odd satisfaction and amusement was relayed in his grin. Mulder, whose lips slightly parted, released air in a groan like fashion that it may have come from a person hit with a baseball bat in the stomach with great contempt. She widened her eyes, shifted once again, crossed her arms over her chest and expelled air noisily through her nose while Skinner named off the requirements of their reports. He then smiled facetiously and raised his eyebrows. The brief silence was broken by an uncertain laugh born of Mulder. Noting the offended expression on his superiors face, he retorted with "You're joking, right?" That's when Skinner added on the conclusion part. Way to go Mulder.
Mulder, You're an idiot.
She laughed aloud. She had never been good at holding grudges, but she was going to milk this one for all its worth. Her tendency to give into Mulder, particularly by going along with his absurd and rebellious ideas, her silence and collaboration to defend all the details of their disobedience had earned her perhaps the toughest assignment in her career. She picked up a pen and gnawed at it thoughtfully. A frightening realization fell over her as she clicked the plastic between her teeth. Maybe she didn't really know herself that well. Why would it be hard to write about her self above all things? Is it obvious she doesn't have a good feel of whom she is- why else would Skinner be so satisfied with his punishment?
She Picked up her phone and pressed the key for Mulder speed-dial. She let it ring twice and hung up. She decided she just needed a vacation and some time away from work to get back to her self and self-exploration. Maybe this would be a beneficial exercise in the long run.
Mulder,
It has occurred to me that perhaps you know me better than myself; therefore my report to you will be short.
She moved her eyes over the assembly of words and hit the backspace button once again. I like: Chocolate chip mint ice-cream Reading Bubble baths The color blue Silence. Of The Lambs
Backspace. She stood in a fit of agitation and walked over to the freezer where she pulled a carton of chocolate chip mint ice cream.
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Mulder and Scully must write personal reports characterizing themselves as a punishment
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the x-files
Chapter one
Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder, Mulder,
Scully, imbued with frustration, pushed away from the desk and stared at the flickering computer screen. She methodically tapped her nails on the enter key as she faintly nodded her head in annoyance, and then backspaced so that only one 'Mulder,' remained. What a stupid punishment. Suspension for a week would be preferable to this, at least with the latter she could sleep in and get to the collection of dishes that had grown in her sink. But no, she had to write a Dear John to both Mulder and Skinner detailing personal information regarding a list of favorites, a brief synopsis of her childhood, college experiences, Quantico experiences, FBI experiences and an analysis of how her life has changed, how she has grown as a person and an agent of the FBI, and why Skinner should have to put up with her crap. The conclusion must include what attributes she possesses which are vital to the FBI and an argument that would advocate the reasons she should not be relieved of her partnership with Mulder or her position held as a special agent of the FBI. It all seemed painstakingly reminiscent to a college application essay.
At least Mulder was in the same predicament, it was his entire fault as usual anyhow. His entire fault referring to the disregard for orders directed by Skinner (The infamous duo had gone out of state without approval) and the inability to account for several hundred federal dollars spent without his authorization on a bureau credit card lent to them for hotel accommodations and travel expenses for a case they had been working on earlier that week. After a brief meeting between the three earlier that morning, Skinner narrowed his eyes as an awkward smile contorted his reddened features; he then proceeded to appoint punishment. As the words 'A five page personal report' rolled off his pedantic tongue, Scully flinched and squirmed in her chair. She was secretly wishing for a suspension.
As Skinner moved his eyes over the pair, an odd satisfaction and amusement was relayed in his grin. Mulder, whose lips slightly parted, released air in a groan like fashion that it may have come from a person hit with a baseball bat in the stomach with great contempt. She widened her eyes, shifted once again, crossed her arms over her chest and expelled air noisily through her nose while Skinner named off the requirements of their reports. He then smiled facetiously and raised his eyebrows. The brief silence was broken by an uncertain laugh born of Mulder. Noting the offended expression on his superiors face, he retorted with "You're joking, right?" That's when Skinner added on the conclusion part. Way to go Mulder.
Mulder, You're an idiot.
She laughed aloud. She had never been good at holding grudges, but she was going to milk this one for all its worth. Her tendency to give into Mulder, particularly by going along with his absurd and rebellious ideas, her silence and collaboration to defend all the details of their disobedience had earned her perhaps the toughest assignment in her career. She picked up a pen and gnawed at it thoughtfully. A frightening realization fell over her as she clicked the plastic between her teeth. Maybe she didn't really know herself that well. Why would it be hard to write about her self above all things? Is it obvious she doesn't have a good feel of whom she is- why else would Skinner be so satisfied with his punishment?
She Picked up her phone and pressed the key for Mulder speed-dial. She let it ring twice and hung up. She decided she just needed a vacation and some time away from work to get back to her self and self-exploration. Maybe this would be a beneficial exercise in the long run.
Mulder,
It has occurred to me that perhaps you know me better than myself; therefore my report to you will be short.
She moved her eyes over the assembly of words and hit the backspace button once again. I like: Chocolate chip mint ice-cream Reading Bubble baths The color blue Silence. Of The Lambs
Backspace. She stood in a fit of agitation and walked over to the freezer where she pulled a carton of chocolate chip mint ice cream.