Title: Just another Average Day
Author: Shadow's Echo (also known as Cindy from CindyandSandy)
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-files or anything. I do own any character's not on the X-files and the plot, so if you want to use any of that, you better be askin' first.
Chapter 3 – Average Day No. 2
They were on the road the next day. Mulder had pretty much forgiven Scully for her supposed 'thinking she is better than him' thing. She barely knew where she was going. All she knew was 'Airport! Airport! Yay, the airport!' because that's all Mulder had told her. She had tried to get more out of him, but once he goes airport, he never goes back.
Once on the plane, Mulder could not stop bouncing. He loved planes. She hated them with an unrivaled passion. She hated them even more because he loved them so much. Every time they went he'd run off in the terminal and would barely make their flight, if at all. Then she would try to buckle him in while he leaned as close to the window as possible, no matter where he was sitting, and bounced. Yes. She HATED them.
They landed at a small airstrip on the outskirts of…Maryland?
"MULDER!"
"What?" He said as he retrieved his carry-on from the overhead compartment.
"WE JUST WENT TO MARYLAND!" She was extremely angry now. "WE COULD'VE DRIVEN HERE FOR LESS! WHY DO THEY EVEN HAVE A PLANE GO HERE FROM D.C.?"
"For us business class folk, Scully. Duh," he said matter-of-factly. Scully growled. She wasn't even sure if there WERE cliffs in Maryland for this guy to fall off of. This whole case better be worth all this idiocy. They found their bags and rented a car, which was again stupid because their car was not even a half-hour away at a different airport. They drove to the crime scene right away. Hey, there were cliffs in Maryland.
The crime scene was all but obliterated. There was nothing to see. The idiots who had done all this had buried the dog where he had died, which was really stupid because it was on the coastline, and it was amazing it hadn't even been washed away already. Scully could just see little kids playing in the sand and this dead rotting dog suddenly appears. Yeah. That was creepy and funny at the same time.
"Think we should dig him up?" Mulder asked.
"Um…no. I really don't care and the dog has little if any importance to the other kid's death." Mulder pouted slightly. "No, Mulder. Don't be stupid." He stomped in the sand. "No."
"Fine! I don't want to be your friend then!" He cried and ran back to the car. Scully had had about enough of it, so she stayed to further inspect the crime scene. She thought she would let him calm down in the car for a while. He didn't deserve this trip as it was and if he was going to act up he could just enjoy it whimpering in the back of the car. She found very little and wound up going back to the car five minutes later. Mulder was now nearly naked running for the water. He was losing more clothing as he went. Oh, no. Scully didn't want to see that much Mulder.
"Mulder! You bastard! COME BACK HERE! YOU'LL GET THE RENTAL ALL WET!" He immediately stopped and looked back. He was down to his boxers by that point. But he didn't want to get the rental all wet. That wasn't nice at all. He hung his head and walked back to the car, not even bothering to gather his clothes. He sat in the driver's seat and started the car. Scully sighed. She ran out and grabbed every piece of clothing he was now lacking and got into the passenger seat. She held up his clothes for him to put on, but he put his hand up and shook his head. She rolled her eyes and sat them in her lap. They went to the nearest hotel and Mulder said he'd go in, even through Scully's insistence that she should. He would hear none of it and went in, obviously boxer clad. She just rolled her eyes again. She heard a slight scream and five minutes later Mulder walked calmly out to the car.
"Here. I got us rooms on the top floor." Scully confusedly accepted the key he held out to her.
"Mulder, there's only one floor." He smiled excitedly.
"Yeah, I know. Isn't it great? That means every room is on the top floor!" He ran to his door and let himself in, not bothering to close the door before jumping on the bed in his undies. She sighed and walked to her own room. She closed the door and smiled, then leapt onto the bed and started jumping herself. Mulder opened the door between the rooms, somehow by himself and ran into Scully's room. "These beds are extra-bouncy!"
Scully nodded, then rethought the whole situation. Sure, the beds were fun to jump on, but how many disgusting things had touched the very sheets she would be sleeping on that night? This was just like any other seedy hotel in the nation. If it had less than five stars you couldn't trust touching a thing. And she knew very well that that hotel was three stars. She winced in disgust. She climbed down from the bed and peeled up the blankets and started inspecting the sheets. They appeared clean, but she knew better. So many germs, so much sperm, so much…everything…was probably on those dreaded sheets. Suddenly Mulder ran in and launched her into the nasty sheets. She screamed.
"What?" Mulder asked confused, as he cuddled in her blankets.
"Do you know what has probably touched those sheets!" He looked at the sheets.
"Probably the same things that have touched mine?" Scully rethought this and decided he was right. She then decided if she had touched his sheets, then these would be okay, although she didn't remember ever touching his sheets. Oh, well. It made her feel better. She pretended she had at one time. She shooed him to his room and shut the door. She knew it wouldn't keep him out for long so she quickly resumed her private bed-jumping. Night was approaching. She was chosen as the watchman of the herd. She would have to stay up and make sure no vicious animals came about to threaten her existence. And she also knew that all work and no play makes Scully a dull…boy.
A/N: I hope you choose to review. I know I'm really enjoying this story. I'm sorry if you didn't understand the whole 'watchman of the herd' thing. I really didn't either. I just thought for a second that she would make a cool jungle animal and she needed to get her yaya's out before she went back to 'work'.