Midnight Conversation by Lil XPhile@aol.com.... 

just a little something to pass the time 11\10\95 

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Mulder and Scully still belong to CC and his crew, and this is
not a clever attempt to steal them, just a temporary loan...
what little else there is belongs to me so please ask permission
before using it or I'll get someone to beat you up... and off we
go... 

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The winter moon shone overhead, its light reflecting off the
newly fallen snow, as a solitary car wove its way down the
country road. Its occupants were silent; perhaps from lack of
sleep, perhaps from lack of things to say. The latter was the
more likely of the two, since they had been driving for almost
four hours.

"Hey, Scully." The silence was broken by Mulder's voice.

"What?"

"What's the most embarrassing thing you ever did?" He glanced
quickly at the passenger side of the car before returning is
eyes to the winding road ahead.

"Mulder, it's almost midnight, we're in the middle of nowhere,
and you haven't said a word for a half an hour until now. And
that's the first question that comes to your mind? You're
weirder than I thought. God pity the person who understands how
your mind works." She shook her head.

"That would be you, wouldn't it?" He grinned. "I'm serious. I
really do want to know. Besides, it'll keep us awake. So spill
your guts."

"You first, it was your idea. Besides, I know you've completely
humiliated yourself dozens of times. It's easy for you. I need
time to think," she said, dodging his hand as it swatted at her.

"Okay, fine. Let's see... ooh, I've got a good one. Once when I
was in college, a bunch of people talked me into going to this
really huge Christmas party, and they told me to go get a
holiday costume - you know, one of those elf suits or a Santa
costume or something. So I borrowed these big light-up reindeer
horns with jingle bells all over them. Unfortunately, when I
arrived at the party, I discovered that it was a rather formal
affair." He sucked in a breath. "And of course, I made quite a
spectacle coming in to this big formal party wearing a pair of
jeans, a white T-shirt, and flashing reindeer horns. I couldn't
get out of there fast enough. I'm sure no one has ever forgotten
that one. It was my first and last college party." He glared at
Scully, who was giggling uncontrollably. "I'm sorry, but I don't
think it was *that* funny."

"Yes it was... I can just see this big banquet hall, with dozens
of people in evening gowns and suits, and you in the middle of
it all wearing horns..." She managed to squeeze out that much
before her laughter took control again.

"Are you quite finished?" He watched until her laughter
dissolved into hiccups and then into nothing at all. "What did
you eat tonight? I've never seen you that giddy before."

"Must be a full moon or something. I don't know. If you don't
want me to laugh then tell me stuff like that when I'm not so
tired." She snickered again. "Got any more?"

"Uh-uh. You first."

"Mine aren't half as good as yours," she protested.

"Hey, fair is fair. I tell one, you tell one. Now spill," he
commanded.

With an overly dramatic sigh, she rested her chin on her hand.
"Ummm... okay, I've got one. I think I was maybe eight years
old, and my parents had these amazingly boring people over for
dinner. We were having some kind of soup that was really thick,
and I hated it. I wouldn't eat any of it. As a sort of
punishment, my mom made me sit there and watch everyone else eat
dessert while my soup got cold. Anyway, the adults were
discussing something or other and going on forever, and I was
getting really bored, because I had nothing to do. I fell
asleep, and my face landed right in the bowl of soup. I didn't
wake up for almost an hour, and when I did... do you have to be
so obnoxious? I bet the people in the next county can hear you." 

"See what it feels like? Next time you won't be so quick to
laugh at me... did your face really fall in the soup? I don't
believe it."

"Believe it. I know my family hasn't ever forgotten." Scully
grimaced.

"That'll be one to bring up the next time I see your mother..."

"Don't you dare. I swear I'll kill you," her hand connected with
his shoulder.

"Ouch! Watch it, I'll go off the road," Mulder warned, but he
was smiling.

"Mulder, why did we just make complete and total fools of
ourselves?"

"Who knows? Strange secrets are revealed in midnight
conversations," he intoned in a Vincent Price voice.

"That sounds like a headline from the Enquirer."

"Close. The Star."

"You're getting weirder by the minute."



end



yeah, it was pointless, but who cares? it was fun. -em (long
live the melissketeers!)