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Title: A Cure for Boredom
Author: Alex
Type: Triple drabble
Notes: For Keiliss! One good Mulder deserves another.
Summary: Fox is alone and bored to death.
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A CURE FOR BOREDOM
Fox Mulder sat in his office in the basement of the FBI headquarters and tossed pencils at the ceiling. He had been doing it for hours. The ceiling looked like an odd yellow porcupine.
He thought about calling Scully but she was visiting some friends from medical school and he didn’t think she’d welcome the interruption.
He was bored. He’d looked through the most recent files he’d been sent and none of them sounded like much of anything. Someone in Georgia saw purple rain. Well, he’d seen it too but it was a movie, not an X file. Someone in Utah had seen Jesus in a cheese sandwich. He wasn’t sure but he didn’t think Jesus would resort to being a sandwich food. He’d have to ask Scully.
He hunted around for some old comic books but he must have taken them home. His porn and strange video collection there too. He threw another pencil into the air.
He must have dozed; the phone woke him. A voice gave him a street address and said, “Ten minutes,” then hung up.
Mulder’s heart pounded. He knew the address. It was one of the nicer hotels in the DC area. He also knew the voice. That was why his heart pounded. He hated the caller. He wanted the caller. Desperately.
He looked up at the ceiling and grimaced then pulled on his jacket and straightened his tie. Ten minutes was not enough time but the caller knew that. He headed to the rendezvous and made it almost in time.
On the street in front of the hotel, a man stepped out of the shadows.
“I was afraid you’d stand me up.”
Mulder stepped into the shadows and into the man’s embrace. They kissed hungrily. “Have I ever stood you up before, Alex?”
~end~
Author: Alex
Type: Triple drabble
Notes: For Keiliss! One good Mulder deserves another.
Summary: Fox is alone and bored to death.
~~
A CURE FOR BOREDOM
Fox Mulder sat in his office in the basement of the FBI headquarters and tossed pencils at the ceiling. He had been doing it for hours. The ceiling looked like an odd yellow porcupine.
He thought about calling Scully but she was visiting some friends from medical school and he didn’t think she’d welcome the interruption.
He was bored. He’d looked through the most recent files he’d been sent and none of them sounded like much of anything. Someone in Georgia saw purple rain. Well, he’d seen it too but it was a movie, not an X file. Someone in Utah had seen Jesus in a cheese sandwich. He wasn’t sure but he didn’t think Jesus would resort to being a sandwich food. He’d have to ask Scully.
He hunted around for some old comic books but he must have taken them home. His porn and strange video collection there too. He threw another pencil into the air.
He must have dozed; the phone woke him. A voice gave him a street address and said, “Ten minutes,” then hung up.
Mulder’s heart pounded. He knew the address. It was one of the nicer hotels in the DC area. He also knew the voice. That was why his heart pounded. He hated the caller. He wanted the caller. Desperately.
He looked up at the ceiling and grimaced then pulled on his jacket and straightened his tie. Ten minutes was not enough time but the caller knew that. He headed to the rendezvous and made it almost in time.
On the street in front of the hotel, a man stepped out of the shadows.
“I was afraid you’d stand me up.”
Mulder stepped into the shadows and into the man’s embrace. They kissed hungrily. “Have I ever stood you up before, Alex?”
~end~