100 words prompts
Fandom: The X-Files
Character: Mulder
Word: routine
You would find him at the pitch at least once a week. This was his save haven. And when he paid some young kid to throw raw hide at him for an hour it made him feel like a kid again. You could hear the crack of the bat making contact with the ball only it slices through the middle.
"Damn, a double."
Again, he pivots and checks his posture to make contact with the next ball.
"Mr. Mulder, my arm is getting' tired."
"Relax there son, I said she'll be here."
"I know, but school and all." He said flatly.
"Tell me what kid loves school?"
Crack of the bat echoes through the field again as he hits a home run.
"I do, but, my momma, she wants me home soon. Mr. Mulder."
Mulder always got his way, and he could easily just replace this kid with another. "Give me another minute."
"Alright, but you'll have answer to my mother if I am later than 10:30pm."
Mulder indicates this with a nod and the kid winds up his arm this time it whizzes straight down the middle.
STRIKE!
It was routine, Mulder always allowed at least one good pitch through.
"Again." He said as he swings his bat a few time getting the right feeling before the kid let it rip this time – straight at Mulder's side.
"I told you Mr. Mulder, that my pitchin' arm it's getting tired."
Mulder ignores this poor lad's pleas to discontinue pitching. He knew eventually Scully will arrive she always does. It's been their thing since they knew each other.
Mulder nods once more and the kid lets one go a Popfly and he rushes the catch the ball behind Mulder.
STRIKE!
"You're lucky, my man."
"Nah-uh, you're getting soft." The kid taunts him.
"Soft, my ass." He ready's again.
Scully calls out. "It's all in the hips, follow through and you'll not miss."
Mulder eyes her with a frown. "I got this Scully."
"Bet you five bucks, you'll choke."
"You're on."
Mulder swings as the raw hide connects with the tip of the bat with a huge crack sending it outfield.
"All in the hips Scully."
"Where's my five bucks?"
Fin