TITLE:  157 Words, OR The Shortest "Scully's Birthday" Story Ever Written
AUTHOR: Shannon O'Connor
E-MAIL: shannono@iname.com
SPOILERS:  Only general stuff, like a little thing from "Wetwired"
RATING:  PG
CLASSIFICATION:  SH, probably BadFic, for that matter ...
SUMMARY: . It's Brandon's fault
DISCLAIMER:  Mulder, Scully, et al, aren't mine, but the Jefferson Memorial
belongs to us all!!
THANKS: To Brandon D. Ray, perpetrator of this evil little genre that's too damn
addicting for words!

157 Words or The Shortest "Scully's Birthday" Story
Ever Written
by Shannon O'Connor

The phone rang in the office. Mulder answered "Mulder," as he always did, unless he wasn't
there and Scully got to sit at his desk.

He said "yeah" twice, scribbling on the back of the report Scully'd spent hours perfecting.
He hung up, ripped the paper in half to get the note, and said, "Gotta go, Scully, see ya."

He was gone before she could speak. Since there were several pages in the report, she took
a pencil and scribbled over the indentation his note left. It said "Jefferson 2," which meant
"Jefferson Memorial at two," in Mulder shorthand.

She followed him, since she was his partner and had to watch his back, even when he left
and didn't say where he was going.

At the memorial, she didn't see Mulder but saw a bunch of "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"
balloons. Then Mulder and Skinner and Mrs. Scully and some other people jumped out
and yelled "SURPRISE!!"

Scully fainted.

The End

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