Just Another Friday Night

TITLE: Just Another Friday Night
AUTHOR: Donna Hartnett 
EMAIL: IDanaKScullyI@aol.com
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Pure Fluff		
KEYWORD: MSR
ARCHIVE: I'd be thrilled if anyone wanted it. 
Thrilled and confused, but thrilled, nonetheless.
SPOILERS: None
AUTHOR'S NOTES: What can I say? I couldn't 
sleep, and I was bored.
DISCLAIMER: (This is the thing my therapist 
and I work on three times  
a week. ::Sigh::)I don't own the X-Files, the 
surfer dude from hell  
(Chris Carter), Fox, 1013, and probably a million 
other people have a  
stake in the X-Files, but not me ::sob::.	


    Dana Scully sighed and removed her
glasses. They'd been at it for hours. One
more Friday night at Mulder's going over
case files, oh joy. Just when did her life end,
anyway? Didn't use to have friends and 
fun and a sex life? Oh, don't go there, Dana 
girl! "Mulder, I'm tired, my head hurts, and
I don't want to work any more." Damn, way
more whine in her voice than she'd planned.

    "Oh, come on, Scully, this case is
fascinating!" Oh shit...he was using the
puppy dog look.

    "Mulder, you might find people with 
coulrophobia fascinating, but it's hardly an
X-File." the real X-File is why I've let him
keep me here in his apartment this long with
such an obviously bogus case.

    "Coul-what?? Jesus, Scully, can't you just
say 'fear of clowns' and save me the 
headache?"

    "Mulder, a lot of people are afraid of clowns.
This isn't an X-File." Oh no, there's that look.
She hated it when Mulder got that 'I'm right,
and I'm about to expound for hours on just why
it is that I'm right' look in his eye.

    "That may be, Scully, but in a town of a
little over five-hundred souls, don't you 
think it's fishy that nearly four-hundred of
them are terrified of clowns? Scully 
smelled a 'theory' coming on. This could get 
ugly.

    "Scully, there has to be some reason
almost eighty percent of the town is afraid of 
something as harmless of clowns." Gotta
keep the theory from coming, but how?

    "Mulder, there are well documented
reasons for coulrophobia. The full-face
clown make-up hides the face, and renders
the person's expression difficult--if not 
impossible to read. This leads to a sense of
unease, and that leads to fear. It's a perfectly
reasonable explanation." Hell, wasn't HE 
the psychology major?

Yeah, Scully, but there's gotta be a reason
everyone in the town is afraid of 
something as harmless as clowns." Gotta 
keep the theory from coming, but how? 
    
    "I have a different theory, Scully." 
Oh shit...here it comes.

    "Okay, Mulder, let's hear it." Whatever
you do, don't roll your eyes, you know he
hates that!

    "Aliens." Oh for fuck's sake.

    "Aliens? Muuulderr!" He's kidding you,
Dana. And if he's not, you can have him
committed.
    
    "Yes, aliens. What if these people have
been being visited by aliens, and what if
those aliens are usuing some sort of disguise,
like clown make-up?" He wasn't smiling. 
Oh my God...he's serious.

    "Look, Mulder, I...uh...I gotta go."
You're handling this really badly, Dana.
Yeah, well, just how am I supposed to 
handle my partner finally having that 
nervous breakdown?
    "Go where, Scully?" Oh cripes...the
puppy dog face again.

    "Mulder, you don't honestly expect me to 
believe that aliens are dressing up as Bozo
the Clown to abduct people in rural Iowa, do
you?" Okay, maybe the sneer wasn't 
necessary, but someone had to bring him to 
his senses.

    "Scully, why can't you ever open your
mind to extreme possibilities?"
    "Look, Mulder, aliens dressed as clowns
goes way beyond extreme possibilities,
okay? I think you need a vacation, and I 
KNOW I do." Oh no...now the hurt look. 
Maybe a little tact would be in order.

    "Go home, Scully." Damn, did he have to 
look so friggin' sexy when he pouts?

    "Wait, maybe I just need you to explain to
me just why aliens would want to disguise
themselves as clowns." Am I really gonna 
humor him like this? Yes, yes I am...it must
be love. What? Where did that come from?
Oh wait...what's he saying?

    "...so, you see, I think maybe the aliens
hope we'll see clowns as non-threatening.
You know, kids are supposed to love
clowns, and maybe they just...Are you 
laughing at me, Scully?"
    "Oh God, Mulder, you maniac! I love
you." Whoops. 
    "It's about damned time you admitted it,
Scully." Wow...he's even sexier when he
smiles.

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