Special Agent Dana Scully is bored
by Lady Draco

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Chris Carter except for the fanfic author

Rating: PG

Summary: Scully is bored

Note: Absolute nonsense.

It's official. Special Agent Dana Scully was bored. And when Special Agent Dana Scully was bored, Special Agent Dana Scully was REALLY bored. And do you know what Special Agent Dana Scully did when she was bored? Special Agent Dana Scully belted the living crap out of the fanfic writer who kept writing Special Agent Dana Scully.

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Special Agent Dana Scully thwolop rarely was bored. It was an unknown factor in her life. When she wasn't working on a case with Mulder, she was occupied by something else in her life like sewing. Sometimes when she didn't sew, she knitted. Occasionally she'd cross stitch. But normally she sewed. But on this day, the day she beat up the fanfic writer, she was bored. Not that she didn't have fun beating up the fanfic writer. Sure that was great. But the fanfic writer wasn't much of an opponent and collapsed after the first kick in the knees.

She had taught Mulder to cross stitch a long time ago, a hobby he had picked up with a passion. One week she had come into their basement office and found cross stitch patterns all over the room. There tended to be a lot of designs with houses on it. Then again, Scully had never seen a cross stitch that wasn't of a house. Actually, they weren't houses more so English Cottages. Scully hated cottages. They reminder her of the cheese. And do you know what? Scully hated the cheese because it reminded her of cows. Scully wasn't a fan of cows because of the cow that flew into Mulder's room after the Rain King incident in where ever it was, USA.

Anyway, back to Scully being bored.

Scully was sitting at her desk ... well, her imaginary one since she didn't have a desk and Mulder never thought to get her one. So, anyway. She was sitting at her imaginary desk watching as Mulder finished his 495th cross stitch. She rolled her eyes for no particular reason (just because the knee-less fanfic writer said so I presume) and bent down, took off her shoe and threw it at the fan. It hit one of the blades making a big noise. Mulder jumped and stabbed himself in the nose with his needle. Scully laughed. Scully had a pretty sick sense of humour, really. You wouldn't think it. She watched as Mulder jumped around the room holding his nose.

Like it's really going to go somewhere, thought Scully. Soon Mulder had settled down and was back on his cross stitch. Scully absently scratched her eyeball. Hmm, what can I do next? she thought. With a gleam in her eye, she took off her other shoe and threw it at the fan. Once again, it made a BANG! and flew at Mulder's head. The stiletto rammed itself in Mulder's ear. He screamed like a girl and bounced around the room holding his ear. Scully laughed again. He pulled the heel out and sat down, continuing his cross stitch. Scully stopped laughing. She was still bored. After all that, she was bored.

Scully walked out the door and into the hallway. She heard a scuffling sound behind her. Well, it wasn't a scuffling sound. More like someone walking around with one leg. She spun around and was confronted with the fanfic writer hobbling around. With an evil grin she jumped and bit off the fanfic writer's ear.

And with that, the fanfic writer never wrote Special Agent Dana Scu ... ooomph! There went the other knee.

Finite

A/N: Absolute nonsesnse, I know!