Annual Partnership In-Service or How to Communicate With Your Partner or
Fine for anyone over twelve. A
few curse words.
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Communication problems arise when Mulder schedules their annual
did he always ignore the fine print? He
had a college education for
goodness sakes. He could read, damn
it! He had entered into hundreds of
rental car contracts, apartment leases, credit card and cell phone agreements
and even a fitness club membership and the fine print never came back to bite
him in the ass. So, why were the
annual partnership in-service descriptions so difficult to understand?
it was because he hated them. His
track record of avoidance was pretty impressive too, but this year it looked
like there was only one way to get out of it----death of a family member,
preferably his own. Since he
thought that Skinner’s little post-it note attached to the memo seemed a bit
harsh, Special Agent Fox Mulder decided to bite the bullet and choose a seminar.
scanning the offerings, he noted one training course that called for casual
dress and promised mountains in early June.
It seemed like a good choice when mid-spring was already hot and steamy
and June promised to be even worse.
discovered that his partner always read the fine print after he informed her
that he had taken care of everything except remembering to tell her of his
choice until after the deadline for withdrawal had passed.
how he happened to be hanging around hoping that his partner would find him so
they could share a little one-on-one communication and problem solving.
Of course, that might be a little difficult since he’d parachuted into
the top of a tree and lost sight of his partner, Dana Scully, when an unexpected
wind gust separated them shortly after jumping from a plane into the very hot
and humid air over some mountains in North Carolina.
“Yeah, ass-hole,” he muttered to himself, “learn to read the fine
Agent Dana Scully couldn’t decide whether she was so pissed at her partner
that she didn’t want to see him again, or that she was worried that she would
never see him again. She began to
gather her chute as the anger in her system erupted.
“Damn it, Mulder! We could
be in a beautiful mountain lodge in Colorado, sipping wine, sampling cheese and
getting to know each other better. We
could actually talk to other people and have decent meals.
And the weather! Mulder, the weather is gorgeous there right now.
There are even patches of snow still on the ground making the temperature
unhooked the harness and flung it to the ground. “So, what did you do?
You had to just skim the damned list and focus on casual dress and
mountains. Couldn’t you see the
key words in the title? It’s
survival training, Mulder! Survival!
Well, I certainly hope you managed to survive this jump!”
The angry agent kicked her parachute under a nearby bush and sat down on
a convenient fallen tree. She
pulled a map from her pack and tried to figure out where to start looking for
her missing partner.
Mulder, the wind is coming from the southwest which means I need to look to the
northeast.” Scully looked at the
map again. “Hmm, you may have
managed to do something right in spite of yourself.
It looks like our supply drop is in that direction too.”
managed to balance herself on the tree trunk and walk to the higher end.
“Thank God!” She spotted him in a tree about a half mile to the northeast
and he was moving. She supposed
that was a good sign. Taking a last
look around, she noted some storm clouds gathering to the west. “Perfect,” she muttered.
“Mulder, your ass is mine.”
put the map back into her backpack, took a long drink of water from her canteen
and made sure all equipment was tight and secure. She started out, determined to make the best of the situation
and also resolved to make Mulder pay dearly for his mistakes.
had landed in the tree facing northeast. Unfortunately,
that meant he was facing the wrong way to see where Scully had landed.
It also meant that he couldn’t see her making her way to him.
The stranded agent tried to twist around to survey the entire scene, but his harness was caught, and he was stuck with pretty much one view. After hanging there for almost half an hour, he was beginning to feel pins and needles in his arms and hands where the harness was irritating some nerves or perhaps cutting off the circulation. Mulder was pretty sure he would have to rely on himself to get out of the situation. Once on the ground he would try to hook up with Scully and do his best to make amends for getting them into this mess.
had not made good time in her attempt to reach her partner.
Her first detour occurred not quite five minutes into her hike when she
had to search for a place to ford a small stream.
Recent thunderstorms had dumped several inches of rain in the area
causing rapids to form, and from the look of it, another storm was on the way.
least she was able to keep Mulder in plain sight, and he was moving quite a bit,
which relieved her fear that he might have been seriously injured in the course
of his parachute jump. She tried to
attract his attention but the rapidly running creek drowned out her cries and he
evidently couldn’t turn in her direction.
had to slow down again when she discovered that she was walking through a very
swampy area. The mud sucked at her
hiking boots with each step and she had to turn her full attention to walking.
When Scully was back on dry land she looked for Mulder once again and
found that he was still in the tree. She
estimated maybe ten minutes or less until she could reach him if she jogged the
rest of the way. A flash from
Mulder’s hand made her look more carefully.
He must have been able to reach his knife and it looked like he was
trying to cut through the harness.
no!” Scully screamed as loud as
she could, but her partner was still too far away to hear her.
The damned fool was going to get himself killed.
That tree was much too high to cut his harness and drop to the ground.
fell from view, spurring her into a flat-out sprint to his position.
“Please, let him be alive,” she prayed.
“So I can kill him for getting us into this.”
landed much harder than he had planned. The
fall and subsequent landing knocked the air from his lungs.
He quickly found that not being able to breathe had its advantages.
He couldn’t feel pain until his brain became oxygenated once again. As each synapse fired into place, he was greeted with more
unwelcome aches and sharp pain.
of the tortuous pain settled into his left shoulder. The injured agent attempted to sit up but was forced back
down by a dizzying roar in his head. “Don’t
pass out,” he pleaded with his body and within seconds, his head began to
clear. Pushing up with his right
arm, he was able to sit up fairly straight.
His left arm hung by his side, useless.
It was dislocated and the accompanying pain was sickening.
concentrated on breathing through it. His
stomach was threatening to rebel and he tried to avoid that at all costs.
He couldn’t risk anything that would cause more pain.
After several minutes his stomach calmed down and he was able to pay more
attention to his surroundings.
heard something or someone coming up behind him and was thrilled to hear
Scully’s voice instead of the growl of a large animal.
“Mulder, don’t try to move,” she instructed as she slid to a stop
in front of him.
you tell me,” he commented and closed his eyes against the onslaught of pain
that accompanied those words.
possessed you to cut yourself loose and drop from that height?”
didn’t know if you would be able to find me and I had to do something.
The harness was cutting off my circulation.
Oh, shit Scully, this really hurts.”
imagine it does. You’ve managed
to dislocate your shoulder.”
do we do about it?” he asked, closing his eyes to try and get the dizziness
under control once again.
at least you said ‘we’. I’m
glad you’re thinking of both of us again.”
guess I deserved that.”
you did but we can talk about that later. For
now, we need to get your shoulder back in its socket.
Let’s get you on your back again.”
was difficult to believe that his petite partner was capable of causing such pain. Her small foot suddenly felt like it belonged to a large
football player when she planted it in his left armpit and jerked his left arm
for all she was worth. Then, with
an audible click, he felt the most wonderful relief when his shoulder slid back
Scully asked as she knelt beside him.
lots,” he panted, trying to sit up.
lie there and rest for a few minutes.” She
pushed against his chest to hold him down. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”
back and left knee are a little achy, but I think I’ll be okay.”
me take a look before you try to get up.”
rolled his eyes, then thought better of it and nodded yes.
jeans are too tight to roll up so I’m just going to do the best I can right
now.” She felt his knee through
the heavy denim and noted some minor swelling, but nothing out of the ordinary
when she moved the joint.
examination of his back was also negative for any obvious injury.
Mulder’s face registered some pain but nothing compared to the shoulder
probably a sprain or strain at the very least. I can’t tell if it’s any
worse until we can get some imaging done after we get out of here.
I’m going to help you sit up and I’ll immobilize your shoulder.
Then we’ll see if you can walk.”
knew that he had to be able to walk. If
they had to call for help he would suffer for quite a while and he wasn’t just
thinking of his injuries. He had
gotten them into this wilderness survival thing, and even though it had been a
mistake, to admit defeat would not sit well with his partner.
rumbled behind them. “Damn!”
Scully interjected. “Mulder, we
really need to find that supply drop and some shelter before that storm hits.”
turned carefully and observed the thickening clouds. “Are you just about finished putting me back together?”
should do,” Scully answered, putting a piece of tape over the clips on the Ace
bandage that bound Mulder’s left arm to his chest. “Let me help you up and we’ll see if you can walk.”
be fine. We really need to hit the
road because I’d like to weather this storm someplace high and dry.”
supply drop was absolutely perfect. It
had managed to land about twenty feet in front of a roomy rock overhang.
Mulder reached down with his good arm and helped Scully drag the small
crate to their shelter. Once there, they found the opening to a small cavern.
Mulder sighed in relief. Maybe
his partner wouldn’t kill him just yet.
stirred the weeds in front of the cave opening with a stick she’d found
nearby. A rattlesnake slithered
out, shaking his tail in anger as it retreated to a crack in the limestone
outcropping. Scully shot her
partner a withering look. For a
brief second Mulder considered taking his chances with the pissed-off snake, but
decided a pissed-off Scully and a dry cave might be a better choice when the
thunderstorm released all its fury with a wind gust that nearly blew him over.
the time the windblown agent entered the cave his partner had already managed to
open the supply crate and was shining one of the small flashlights around their
shelter. Satisfied that no more
snakes were lurking about, she went back to examining their meager supplies.
they give us anything good?” Mulder sat down beside Scully and peered into the
you had been paying attention during orientation yesterday instead of passing me
one note after the other begging for my forgiveness, you would know what was
supposed to be included.”
look, I’m more than aware of the fact that I screwed up.
I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve said I’m sorry.
What can I do to earn your forgiveness?”
Mulder, I’ve already forgiven you.”
have?” A look of genuine surprise
appeared on his face. “Then, why
have you been making my life a living hell for the past two weeks?”
stopped her inventory of the supplies and turned to her partner.
“Why? Let me ask you a
question. The next time Skinner
sends down information about our annual in-service, who will make the decision
about which one to choose?”
I would hope that we would make that decision together, but I’m willing to let
you decide if that’s what you want.” The
penitent agent bowed his head and waited for her reply.
would like it very much if we could make that decision together.”
raised his head and smiled for the first time in days.
“Could I ask? Exactly when did you forgive me?”
think it was the day after you showed me the confirmation email of your
in-service training choice.”
why did you make me suffer through the past few weeks?”
I had patted you on the head, forgave you and told you not to do it again, would
you have listened to me?”
you make an important decision for the both of us again any time soon?”
in this lifetime,” Mulder grinned.
do believe there’s hope for you yet.” Scully
returned the grin.
I love you.”
brother,” she chuckled and shook her head.
Scully returned to the supply crate as her partner sat back gingerly against the
wall of the cave. Mulder couldn’t
help smiling even though his bum shoulder, knee and back were throbbing to beat
the band. Life was good and looking
better every second.
End . . .
Or Perhaps More To Come