Title: Fruit, Friendship and W.C. Fields
Category: MT, M/S friendship
Summary: Mulder’s tardiness for an appointment, a PR assignment, and
a grieving teacher all come together to put Mulder and Scully in jeopardy.
Rating: PG 13
Archives: Please ask first. Written
for the MR July fic challenge.
Disclaimer: I just checked and I still don’t own them. Don’t worry. No money changed hands.
Fox Mulder had definitely seen
better starts to his day. He swore
under his breath as he waited for the shower to warm up. He had been forced to get up at 5 AM and
answer a phone call from Frohike, who wanted him to meet a man who supposedly
knew all about the plans for impending alien invasion and colonization. Mulder’s short friend stressed that it
was urgent and mumbled something about the future of the world being at stake. Why did all of the crackpots choose the
early morning hours to communicate, including Frohike?
Hoping that Earl Ensminger
wasn’t a total kook, Mulder agreed to meet him over breakfast at 7 AM sharp at
the Holiday Inn-Dulles. Still
mourning the loss of one of the few worthwhile periods of sleep he’d had in
the last few weeks, the groggy agent jumped into the steamy shower.
Mulder consoled himself with
the promise of a decent cup of coffee, and an all you can eat breakfast buffet
as he frantically looked for his car keys and cell phone. After a quick search, he found both of them under his
briefcase. It looked like he was
going to be a few minutes late. He
sincerely hoped that his informant didn’t leave before he got there.
It was an easy drive in the
early morning traffic and he was able to make up some time as he cruised along
the Dulles Toll Road. Noting that
the tollbooth and his exit were coming up in two miles, the FBI agent began to
dig in his pocket for the correct change.
As he got closer he saw that
only one tollbooth was open in addition to the correct change only lane, and of
course, he didn’t have the needed coins.
Evidently he had plenty of company because the line of traffic was backed
up for almost a half mile.
He finally reached the hotel
after adding a few more minutes to his overall tardiness only to discover that
Mr. Ensminger had left in a huff. According
to one of the waitresses, the man was livid at what he considered the general
irresponsibility of all government employees.
Mulder’s watch read 7:20 when
the restaurant was suddenly overrun with several groups of noisy school
children. He sighed and made his
way back to his parked car, still longing for a cup of steaming, hot coffee.
As he unlocked his car he felt
his left shoe stick to the pavement. A
long string of discarded bubble gum greeted him as he lifted his foot. Of all the hotels in the DC area, his
would-be informant chose the one most frequented by out-of-town student tour
Mulder sighed loudly and walked
over to a grassy area to try and remove the gum without touching it. Despite his rotten luck so early in the
morning, he still felt a smile spreading across his face as an image of his
partner flashed through his mind. Scully
would have some coffee brewed, hot and ready to drink by the time he back
tracked and reached the office.
As soon as Mulder stepped off
the elevator in the basement of the Hoover Building, he knew that his day was
going from bad to worse. Normally,
the scent of freshly brewed coffee made its way down the hall and it was sadly
missing. “Scully?” He poked his head in the door, hoping
that nothing was wrong. At the
sight of his lovely partner pacing back and forth, he could tell that she
hadn’t been able to procure her morning caffeine fix either.
Scully looked at the silent Mr.
Coffee, a sad look on her face. “I
had to pronounce it at 8:02 this morning. It
looks like we’ll have to depend on the kindness of others if we want coffee
The vending machine was only to
be considered in an extreme emergency so, armed with two mugs, Mulder hoped that
his search for a decent cup of coffee wouldn’t take him all over the building. As he passed Skinner’s office, he got
the distinct feeling that his crappy day was going to shift into overdrive. Almost as if he’d been waiting for
him, the AD stuck his head out the door and invited him in. Mulder groaned
inwardly, almost rupturing his small intestine.
Skinner smiled broadly and directed his agent to have a seat. Kimberly, Skinner’s assistant, was
Johnny-on-the-spot with a pot of coffee. Mulder
gratefully held out his mug and realized that his superior must need a
monumental favor from him. He
couldn’t recall ever being served coffee in his supervisor’s office, and the
man never smiled unless Scully was there.
The assistant director settled
in behind his desk and opened a very thick, manila folder. “As you know, Agents Zambroski and Sutton usually handle
the PR work with the local schools for our department. Agent Sutton delivered a 9 lb., 2 oz. baby boy early this
morning and Agent Zambroski was called out of town because of a family crisis.
Mulder nodded his understanding
and prepared to receive some unpleasant news.
He knew that Skinner wasn’t giving him this information just to shoot
“Since you and Agent Scully
are not currently working on an open case, I could really use your help to take
up the slack.”
Skinner must be desperate to
even consider assigning him anywhere near a school building. Although he felt like bursting into
uncontrollable fits of laughter, Mulder took a sip of the wonderfully brewed
coffee and attempted to look interested. “Just
what does this assignment entail, sir?”
Skinner attempted to explain
what Agents Sutton and Zambroski normally did as he handed his field agent the
thick file folder filled with copies of information and fun-type exercises for
the children. I know it’s a lot
of information to process in a short period of time, but that’s what made me
choose you and Agent Scully for this assignment. You’re both quick studies and if anyone can make this
interesting enough for a bunch of kids, it’s the two of you.”
“Exactly how much time do we
have to become familiar with this material?”
Mulder sensed that he needed to cut to the chase.
“Take as long as you need,
but don’t miss your first appointment at Mayfield Elementary this morning, 10
AM sharp.” Skinner couldn’t
help grinning as Mulder consulted his watch.
“I have every confidence in you and Agent Scully. Now, if there are no questions, I would
suggest that you leave shortly. Traffic
can be rather tricky at this time of day.”
Mulder rose from his chair and
shook the A.D.’s hand. On his way
out, he begged a cup of coffee for Scully from Skinner’s assistant, then began
to devise a speech to placate his partner as he explained the nature of their
new assignment. As he got on the
elevator it dawned on him where the school was located. He sincerely hoped that she had some
change because they were going to need it for that pesky tollbooth on the Dulles
Toll Road. He really didn’t want
to be late for another appointment today.
The two harried agents walked
into the office at Mayfield Elementary with one minute to spare. The principal introduced herself and
they opted to talk about what was expected from their presentation as they made
their way to the classroom. “The
teacher you’re working with today is Earl Ensminger. He has been teaching social studies here at Mayfield for
almost 30 years. I can guarantee
you that his students will be well-behaved and under control while you give your
presentation and answer questions.”
Mulder sincerely hoped that this Earl Ensminger was not the
one he was supposed to meet for breakfast. His thoughts strayed for a
few seconds then returned to the principal. “We feel so sorry for
him right now. He
lost his wife about six months ago due to a bicycling accident. He claims that she was a
victim of many alien abductions or some other such madness. No one believes him, of
course. Thankfully he
sets that all aside when he enters the classroom.”
“Why me?” Mulder asked
himself and the spider on the ceiling as the principal knocked on the door. After a few whispered words with the
teacher, the principal wished them well and headed back to the office.
After reminding them that they
were several minutes late, Ensminger invited them into his classroom. The teacher reminded the class that they
should be on their best behavior then turned it over to the FBI agents.
Mulder took a deep breath and
introduced himself and Scully. He
took note of the students who were sitting up very straight with their hands
folded neatly in front of them. He
also noticed that Ensminger’s eyes narrowed to mere slits when he told the
kids his name.
A few of the students giggled
while Mulder explained that he didn’t normally use his first name. Another poisonous stare from Ensminger
practically bored through the few students who dared to laugh. The kids quickly quieted down and gave
Mulder their full attention.
Relying on his terrific memory,
the FBI agent began his presentation. Scully
assisted him by passing out the handouts. Approximately
one half hour later, Mulder was finished with his speech and ready to answer
questions. Most of the students
eagerly raised their hands. As he
scanned the room to pick out a student he noted that one young lady had her head
on her desk, apparently taking a nap. He
willed her to wake up before Ensminger noticed her.
The sleeping student suddenly
came to life and began to make her way toward the door. Mulder immediately recognized the problem and managed to get
the wastebasket in front of her just in time as she began to retch, vomit
spewing through the fingers that she had over her mouth like a gross mini
fountain. Mulder jumped back in
time to avoid the spray, very thankful that he hadn’t indulged in the all you
can eat breakfast after all.
“Kristen! Stop that immediately and go to the office. Clean out that
wastebasket on your way,” Ensminger barked.
A stern look from Scully was
the only thing that stopped Mulder from grabbing the man and shaking some sense
into him. The other students
immediately tensed up, hoping that the classroom guests would keep Ensminger’s
reaction to a minimum.
“If you don’t need me for
anything else, I think I’ll take Kristen to the restroom and help her clean up
before we go to the office.” Scully
grabbed the soiled wastebasket and shot a glaring look at the insensitive
“Good idea, Agent Scully. Kristen, I hope that you feel better
soon,” Mulder nodded.
The young girl managed to nod
back, then hurried from the room, desperate to escape all the attention her
upset stomach had caused.
As Scully softly shut the door
behind her Mulder turned his attention back to the students.
Ensminger seemed to grow
angrier with each question the FBI agent answered. While Mulder found it easy to be patient
with the class, he began to wonder what the teacher’s problem was. Yes, some of the questions were silly,
but these were 10 and 11 year olds for crying out loud. Let them be kids for as long as possible
before they were forced to get out into the real world where the laughs
wouldn’t come as often.
A few seconds before the
dismissal bell rang, Ensminger asked if Mulder could remove the ammunition from
his gun and display it on the desk so the students could look at it on their way
to lunch. Although he was somewhat
reluctant to do so, Mulder complied with the request and issued a strong warning
not to touch. After setting the
safety and putting the ammo clip on a nearby file cabinet the bell rang and the
students began to gather around the desk to get a look at a real gun.
Only a few stragglers remained
when Mulder began to put away the extra handouts.
He was so absorbed in that task that he didn’t notice when Ensminger
grabbed the gun and shoved the ammo clip into place. The sound of the clip being loaded got his attention and he
quickly turned around to find the instructor pointing the gun at him.
“Don’t move, Agent Mulder. You stood me up earlier this morning and
I have every intention of gaining your full attention now.”
Mulder quickly looked around,
thankful that the room had emptied so quickly.
Now, if Scully would just stay away for a few more minutes, perhaps he
could talk to the man and get his gun back before anyone got hurt. Those plans were quickly shelved when
two boys came back to the classroom, loudly proclaiming that they had left their
The FBI agent saw the
gunman’s hand twitch and yelled for the boys to get help as he quickly
positioned himself between the gun and the boys.
No sooner had he shouted his instructions than he felt a terrible pain in
his left hip, followed immediately by the sharp report of the gun. “Oh, crap,” he said softly as he slid to the floor.
Scully had gotten Kristen to
the nurse’s office and was washing out the trashcan. What was wrong with that crazy teacher
anyway? He must’ve really gone off the deep end when his wife died. At any rate, he didn’t need to be in
front of a classroom. She was sure
that her partner would want to have a few words with the principal before they
left. She was washing her hands
when she heard several screams and the sound of running feet in the hallway.
Scully hastily opened the door
and found several children that she recognized from Mr. Ensminger’s classroom.
“He shot him!”
“Mr. Ensminger has a gun!”
“Hunter and Chase are in
Scully quickly caught up with
them. “Who did Mr. Ensminger
shoot?” She had a bad feeling
about this and hoped that some small, meaningless incident had been exaggerated
into the tale that she had just overheard.
One of the girls stopped to
catch her breath. “He shot Agent
Mulder and Hunter and Chase are still in there.
There was lots of blood.”
By the time the girls had
finished relaying their story, the principal had called the police for
assistance and ordered the building evacuated.
Teachers began to emerge from their classrooms to lead their students to
the church next door. Within ten
minutes the building was quiet. Everyone
left except the principal, her secretary and Scully.
Several uniformed policemen
spotted them and ordered them out. Scully
had no intention of leaving without her partner.
Flashing her badge, she began to fill the policemen in with what little
information she had.
The two boys huddled in the
corner, their eyes glued to the gun in their teacher’s shaking hand. Mr. Ensminger could be frightening
enough by himself when the class was too noisy or uncooperative in some way. With a gun in his hand, he appeared to
be the most frightening monster imaginable.
The teacher’s eyes focused
first on the boys, then on the FBI agent lying on the floor. Blood was spreading rapidly, coating the floor under the
injured man. “Agent Mulder, I’m
so sorry! I just wanted to get your
attention because I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me. I didn’t mean to shoot you.”
Mulder looked at the blood
bubbling through his fingers from the wound in his left hip. He could feel the path that the bullet had taken before
slamming into a rib on his left side. “I’ll
be glad to listen, Ensminger. I was
at the hotel this morning,” he emphasized.
“Got tied up at the tollbooth. Why
don’t you let the boys go? Then
we can talk.”
The pain in his hip was
excruciating. The round must’ve
hit a couple of bones and a blood vessel too, judging from the amount of blood
he was losing. He could feel a
terrible weakness bearing down on him, but he knew that he had to remain
conscious in order to get the boys out safely.
“No, Agent Mulder. I think the boys should stay. I want to be sure you listen.”
“Look, gonna be unconscious
soon. Losing a lot of blood. Let my partner in. She’s a doctor. Let
her patch me up and then take the boys away.
I’ll listen to anything you have to say, but not gonna last much longer
Mulder’s speech slurred and
spots began to float in his field of vision.
It was becoming more difficult by the second just to breathe. He stole a look at the boys huddled in
the corner. They were terrified to
say the very least.
Ensminger knelt at Mulder’s
side and moved the agent’s hand away from the wound. Convinced that the injury was beyond
what the simple first-aid kit in the cabinet could fix, he took out his clean
handkerchief and pressed it to the wound, placing Mulder’s hand back over it.
Getting back to his feet, he
strode over to the classroom phone and punched in the extension for the office. “Send Agent Scully in with medical
supplies and I’ll release one of the boys.”
Mulder weakly nodded his
approval. “What happened to your
“My lovely wife . . .30 years
together was all we had. We
couldn’t have children and all of our relatives are dead. All we had was each other. My wife was a multiple abductee. They took her 15 times, Mr. Mulder.”
The injured man tried to keep
his eyes open. He had to stay
conscious until Scully got there. “What
happened . . . the last time?”
“She went for a bicycle ride. It was October 16th, a
beautiful Indian summer day. She
wanted me to go with her, but I had papers to grade. I told her I’d go the next time. I should have gone with her. Those papers could have waited. If I had gone maybe this wouldn’t have
happened. Now, there won’t be a
next time,” Ensminger sobbed. “My
wife was missing for three days. They
found her by the side of the road suffering from massive internal injuries. Her body was still warm, but there
wasn’t anything they could do. Her
bike was found in the ditch in perfect condition.
It was plain to see that she hadn’t been involved in an accident, but
the authorities ruled it a hit and run. With
no leads to follow, they just stopped looking.
They wouldn’t find her murderers anywhere around here anyway.”
The older man cried, the gun
wobbling in his unsteady hand. “I’m
just so tired of no one believing me, so tired of living without her.”
“I’m sorry,” Mulder
whispered, overcome by the man’s story and the weakness invading his body.
A loud knock garnered their
attention. Scully stood outside the
door with her hands up, a canvas bag slung over her shoulder.
Ensminger opened the door and
ordered her to put the bag on the floor. After
he searched her he looked through the bag.
When he was sure that it contained only medical supplies he motioned her
Scully hurried to her
partner’s side. “You said
you’d let one of the boys go,” she reminded him as she pulled Mulder’s
hand away from the wound.
“Yes, I did promise. Hunter, you may leave.”
The boy didn’t need further
encouragement. He ran from the room
without so much as a look back.
“Mr. Ensminger, you do
realize that my partner is seriously injured?”
Scully continued to tend to Mulder whose breathing was sounding worse by
“Yes, I’m so sorry. I only wanted to get his full attention. I didn’t mean to shoot him.”
“Well, I’m sure you have
his attention but not for much longer. He
needs to be in a hospital.” She
looked at her watch. Mulder’s
‘golden hour’ was rapidly being consumed by the hostage situation.
“He said you were a doctor. Help him.”
“I’ll do the best I can.” She brought out a bag of IV solution and
a set-up kit. “I’m going to
give him some IV fluids. That
should help some but he’s going to need surgery to stop the bleeding.”
“Can’t you put some
stitches in him?” Tears continued
to stream down his face.
“I wish a few sutures would
solve the problem, but they won’t. You
have me now, why don’t you let Mulder and the boy go?” Scully suggested.
“No! They both stay! I need a few minutes to think this
through. I had no intention of
shooting anyone, you know. I just
wanted to tell my story to Agent Mulder so he could help me find my wife’s
“I’ve been trying to find
them for almost 30 years. Don’t
you think I would have brought them to justice if there was any way?” Mulder’s agitated reply drained even
more of his strength. He closed his
eyes as his vision started to waver.
“Mulder, stay with me now.” Scully pleaded. “You can rest when you get to the hospital.”
“Tired, Scully,” he mumbled
without opening his eyes.
“I know, but try to open your
eyes for me.”
With great effort, Mulder
“I know you’re tired. The IV should help a little bit but you
need to stay awake for me. Can you
do that?” She undid his tie and opened the top 3 shirt buttons so he could
“’Kay.” The abbreviated word was the most he
could muster. He found himself
breathing heavily at even that slight exertion but managed to keep his eyes open
Ensminger began to pace as he
considered his options. In the
meantime, Scully continued to evaluate Mulder’s condition. As she checked the pulse at his left
ankle she discovered that their captor had overlooked his spare gun, strapped
securely to his lower, left leg. She
waited until Ensminger turned away from them to complete another circuit and
swiftly got the weapon and hid it beneath the first-aid supplies.
Ensminger suddenly stopped and
pointed his gun at Scully. She held
her breath sure that Ensminger had seen her with Mulder’s spare gun.
“Chase, I want you to leave
now. Quickly!” The crazed teacher
shouted his instructions when the stunned child didn’t start to move. Scully nodded that it was okay, and with
her permission Chase didn’t waste any time heading for the door.
“Now, I want you to help
Agent Mulder get on his feet. You’ll
leave with him and I’ll follow you. I
intend to turn myself into the authorities.”
Scully was clearly puzzled. “Why don’t you surrender first? I don’t think that Agent Mulder will
be able to walk and it would be much easier . . .”
“No!” He cut the feisty agent off. “It must be done my way!”
Mulder didn’t want to keep
Scully around the unstable man any longer than he had to. With great effort he sat up.
“You can put him on my desk
chair and roll him out, but please hurry. I’m
losing my patience.”
Scully worked quickly to gather
up the first-aid supplies and Mulder’s gun while Ensminger shoved the chair in
their direction. With her help,
Mulder just made it to the chair before collapsing into it.
“Now, you two go on out. I’ll be right behind you with the gun. Don’t do anything stupid.”
Scully nodded and began to push
the chair with one hand, while the other tried to keep her partner in the seat. As soon as the two agents cleared the
doorway, Ensminger pulled the door shut and locked it.
“Mulder groaned. “No!”
Before Scully could turn around
there was a gunshot. Its sound
echoed up and down the empty hallway. Standing
on her tiptoes, she looked through the glass in the upper part of the door and
saw Ensminger lying on the floor, the right half of his head completely blown
“Please tell me he
didn’t..” Mulder panted.
“I’m sorry, Mulder.”
Several policemen began to
approach. When Scully indicated
that they were safe, two EMTs came around the corner and made their way to
Mulder. They began to work on him immediately, taking his vital signs.
“Whoa!” The paramedic taking Mulder’s blood
pressure and pulse exclaimed. “His
pressure is pretty low.”
“We need to load and go then. Excuse us. We need to get him on that stretcher and
out to the ambulance right away!”
The policemen moved aside so
that they could make the transfer.
“I’ll give my statement at
the hospital,” Scully told them. “I’m
going with my partner.”
No one called her on it and she
practically had to jog to catch up with the stretcher as it was quickly pushed
up the hall. One of the EMTs had
placed an oxygen mask over Mulder’s nose and mouth, almost obscuring his face. His eyes were closed and he was
extremely pale. She didn’t want
to think about it, but it reminded her of the time he was shot during the Luther
Boggs case in North Carolina. He
was barely alive by the time they got him to the hospital in Raleigh. “Please God, let him make it to the hospital. Let him live!”
The hospital trauma team took
over as soon as the patient was wheeled in.
“What’s the story?” The
doctor who seemed to be in charge asked the paramedics.
“This is Fox Mulder, an FBI
agent. He was shot in the left hip
about 50 minutes ago. The
bullet’s still in there. His
blood pressure was initially quite low in the field . . .”
The rest of the trauma team
continued to work quickly and efficiently while the paramedics gave their
report. Tests and x-rays were
ordered. In North Carolina Scully
had looked on in a state of shock. This
time she stood by Mulder’s head, carding her fingers through his sweat soaked
hair, bestowing words of encouragement.
By the time he was prepped for
surgery, his blood pressure was up and he was conscious. “They’re going to take you to surgery in a few
minutes,” Scully informed him, cupping his cheek gently in her small warm
Mulder looked blearily around
taking note of his surroundings. It
finally sunk in. “No, just need a
“I’m sure you’ll have a
few, but they have to find that bleeder and tie it off first, partner and that
Shaking his head no, Mulder tried to shift his position so that he
could see his partner more clearly. “Ow! Why didn’t you tell me not to move? Hurts!”
“Agent Mulder needs something
for pain,” Scully called out to the nurse who was coordinating his care. She
squeezed his hand in reassurance, mindful of his IV.
A few moments later Mulder felt
the soothing buzz of narcotics in his system.
Scully was still by his side. At least he hadn’t been mean enough to
drive her away just yet. “Yeah,
feelin’ lots better.”
Scully almost laughed. The drugs had slackened his jaw muscles,
smoothing out the few lines he had on his face. His dark hair was tousled, adding to the effect. He looked like a little boy lying there
so helplessly, tubes and wires all over him.
“Take a picture. Lasts longer,” Mulder quipped. He had caught his partner staring at him
with a big grin on her face.
Before she could even comment,
Scully was asked to stand aside as several hospital workers got Mulder ready to
“Wha’s happenin’?” The
stuff they gave him for pain wasn’t the usual Demerol or morphine. He wasn’t sure he liked being that out
of it, but it surely did make the pain easier to handle. If he could get his mouth and brain to
work together Mulder vowed he would ask her what they put in his IV. Right now he needed an answer to his
earlier question. The gurney was
just about out of the room and he wanted to know where he was going.
“I’m sorry, Mulder. I started watching them unhook all of
the monitors and I forgot I hadn’t answered.
You’re going to surgery. Remember
now? The next time I see you,
I’ll bet you’ll be feeling much better.”
“Yeah, right,” he muttered
under his breath as the gurney cleared the door and started down the hall.
Scully accompanied them to the
surgical floor and right up to the big double doors leading to the surgical
suites. “Sweet dreams,
partner,” she whispered into his right ear.
“Ill see you in a little while,” she said brightly as the doors
Three days later Mulder had almost worn out the remote for the TV. He went through the channels one more
time just to be sure he hadn’t missed anything on the five previous trips
through the airwaves. Nope, nothing
had changed. He threw the remote
down in disgust and watched it bounce off the covers and come to rest under his
bed. As he began to pull it back up
by its cord he was interrupted as two boys entered his room, followed by Scully
and Mrs. Todd, the principal of Mayfield Elementary.
“I found these young men in
the lobby,” Scully explained cheerfully.
“They said they had some deliveries to make.”
“Really?” Mulder asked.
“Um, we have some presents
from our class,” Chase stated as he shoved the fruit basket toward Mulder. Scully took it from him and placed it on
the tray table.
“And I have some get well
cards that we made.” Hunter
stepped forward and gave him a stack of brightly decorated cards.
“They look very nice. I’m looking forward to reading
“We wanted to show our
appreciation for the interesting presentation you gave and most of all for
keeping Chase and Hunter safe,” Mrs. Todd explained.
Mulder blushed and mumbled his
thanks for the cards and fruit. He
wasn’t used to having praise and gifts heaped upon him.
“We’ll be going now so that
you can rest. Agent Scully told us
that you will be allowed out of bed for the first time today. I’m sure you’ll need every bit of strength you can muster
so we’ll get out of your way.”
“Yes, I’m afraid you’re
right. Thanks again for thinking of
me, and I too want to express my thanks. Chase
and Hunter, you were very brave during that situation in Mr. Ensminger’s room. The main reason we all got out of there
alive was because you didn’t panic.”
Now it was time for the boys to
blush. Mulder shook their hands as
“That was nice of them,”
Scully commented as soon as they were out the door. She reached into the fruit basket and
grabbed a Red Delicious apple.
“Hey! Save some for me! I’m going to need my strength, you
Scully peered into the large
basket. “Looks like there’s
enough in here for five people, Mulder. You
should have energy to spare.”
“Mulder snagged a Golden
Delicious apple and took a bite out of it.
“Well, you know the old saying . . .”
“The one about an apple a
day?” Scully grinned. “Is that
“Nope. Doesn’t work anyway,” he commented
as his doctor entered the room.
Three days later Mulder waited
impatiently for Scully to return from her meeting with AD Skinner. He had been released an hour earlier and
was anxious to leave. A big smile
erupted on his face when she entered the room.
“Well, what did Skinner
Scully began gathering up the
things that Mulder would be taking home. “Oh,
nothing much. He did suggest that
we consider volunteering to help out with the school PR program on a regular
“Please tell me you didn’t
“I told him that W.C. Fields
made it a policy never to work with children or animals and I thought that if it
worked for him it would work for us also.”
Mulder grinned. He could picture the conversation
between Scully and their supervisor. Scully
could be rather convincing when she had to be.
“That’s my Scully. What
did Skinner say?”
“Oh, something about W.C.
Fields not having him as a supervisor.”
“And?” Mulder asked warily. This was not going the way he hoped it
“We return to Mayfield
Elementary School a week after you return from your medical leave. This time we get the privilege of working with
“Please tell me you’re
kidding.” Mulder began to look
“Fortunately, I am. Ready to go?” Scully had to turn away from him or else risk laughing
“Yes,” he sighed.
“I had you didn’t I?” she
grinned as she turned around.
“Yeah, you got me good, but
beware. I have a couple of weeks
off now with nothing better to do that think of a way to get you back.” Mulder noted.
“I’m not afraid.” She tossed her head with a look of
defiance and moved the waiting wheelchair to Mulder’s side.
“And why is that?” Mulder settled himself into the chair.
“I can always change my mind
about the kiddy PR.” She smiled
primly and placed the remainder of the fruit basket in his lap.
“That’s cruel, Scully.”
“Yep, it is isn’t it?” She grabbed a pear from the fruit basket
and took a big, juicy bite. “It’s
a good thing we’re such good friends isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh. Take me home, friend.”