This was one crappy party! It was the first night Mulder's mom was staying with him and already it was hell. It seemed that every 5 minutes his mother would interrupt with something trivial – it was bloody ridiculous. In 5 hours they had played 15 minutes of poker. It seemed it was set to continue as Mrs Mulder shuffled into the room with another tray of lemonade and cookies (Frohike alone had wolfed down a whole plateful). Spender was getting along with his dad and even worse, so was Mulder's mother. He shuddered at the thought of it. As if CSM wasn't enough people's father already!
Monday, and the trend continued. Scully was sure she had been knocking on the door for 15 minutes solid when it finally opened on the chain. Staring out was the face of Mrs Mulder. "Can I help you Miss Mully?"
"Scully," Dana corrected her, "can I see Mulder it's very important?" There was a sigh from inside Room 42.
"I'm sorry, Mulder can't come out he's very sick. He's got such a fever!" Scully side-stepped just enough to see Mulder coming up behind her, "Mom, I'm perfectly alright. The world isn't going to end just because I'm a little on the warm side!"
His mother was adamant to make her point, "the world also isn't going to end just because you don't go on a mission. You go lie back down."
"Mom…" Mulder started.
"No, Fox!" she quickly replied and pointed to the sofa.
Mulder almost exploded, "This is bullcrap!"
"Language, Fox!" she said as she closed the door behind her. "That woman is a bad influence on you…" Out in the hall Scully frowned.
Mulder thought he had the worst of it but he was very sadly mistaken. For the rest of the week his mother ironed his suits, made him packed lunches, sent him to bed at 8:30 and cleaned his apartment. And naturally by the last day Mulder was more relieved than he thought humanly possible.