Just Blow
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Title: Just Blow
Author: Kelly J. Thompson
Rating: Over 13 for bad language
Category: V, H, MT, a little MSR
Summary: Mulder and Scully take a ride
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. If
they did they'd get to come out and play every once in
a while.
Feedback: I'm a fragile soul who needs tons of
encouragement, so please send your comments to
foreverkel@zoominternet.net
Archive: Feel free to put this anywhere, as long as
it's ok with Bear!
Authors Notes: This was written especially for my
good friend, Bear's birthday. I don't normally like
MT let alone write any, but it's her favorite, so it was
worth the sacrifice. Happy Birthday Bear! And a special
thanks to Lisa, for taking Bear's place as beta for this
story. I really appreciate it.
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Just Blow
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Dodging glares form his partner, Fox Mulder sits
miserably in the back of an old beat up pick-up.
He shivers as the cool air hits wet clothes and damp
skin as he glances at the equally wet and miserable
Dana Scully.
"Scully, you were the one that chased the monster
into the swamp!" he snaps, defending himself from
her silent lecture. "I just followed you."
"Yes, Mulder I chased SOMETHING into the
swamp," she admits in a harsh tone, sending him yet
another glare. "But you were the one the brought us
on this wild goose chase to begin with."
"Hey now, this whole vacation to your uncle's cabin
was your idea!" he points out, shoving a muddy finger
in her direction.
"I was hoping for a romantic getaway," Scully retorts,
pushing his hand back down. "Not a crazy monster
hunt."
"How was I to know that there would be a bona fide
Bigfoot in these woods?"
"Mulder, that thing was barely as tall as me."
she chuckles, thinking back onto the short squat
figure they had just chased.
"It may have been your height," he admits, smiling
as he watches his partner go from annoyed to amused.
"But, it definitely had bigger feet."
"I agree with that," she states, laughing harder. "You
went down like a ton of bricks when you stepped into
that footprint!
"Well you felt like one when you fell on top of . . .
aaargghh!" he cries flailing about as his face goes red
and his hands fly up, covering his nose
She stops laughing when she sees Mulder's struggle.
Immediately moving to his side, feeling the truck
bounce over the bumpy road.
"Mulder?" Scully asks in concern, laying a gentle
hand on his back. "What's wrong, did you bump your
nose in the cab?"
"No, Sculdy," he manages to say, through a pitiful
wheeze. "Bug . . . flew.. up my . . . nose."
"Oh jeeze!" she exclaims, frantically searching his
pocket and her own for a hanky or something for him
blow his nose into. Finding nothing else she quickly
pulls a twenty from her pocket. Here, use this.
"No," he replies, taking one look at the bill and
shaking his head.
"It's either this or your hands," Scully directs sternly,
removing Mulder's hand from his nose, shoving the
money under his nose. "Okay just blow!"
She watches Mulder as he blows his nose and his
body relaxes in relief. She smiles at him as removes
the soggy twenty from his face.
"Damn, that hurt like a son of a bitch!" he exclaimed
staring at Scully. "Thanks for the quick thinking."
"No Problem," she replies, looking down at the soiled
money. "Now what do I with this?"
"You could always give it to Farmer Smith up there
for offering us the back of this fine truck to ride in,"
he quips, smiling sheepishly.
"Somehow I don't think he'd appreciate a gooey
twenty dollar bill," she retorts smiling back and
moving closer to Mulder.
"You know what, Scully?" he inquires, pulling her
against his side.
"What?" she requests, dropping the cash, wrapping
her arms around him and snuggling against him to
share his warmth.
"I had a couple of ones in my wallet."
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Just a ton of nonsense for Bear's special day, so
please forgive me.
Happy Birthday Again, Bear!