From: AgentXGrrl <AgentXGrrl@aol.com> Date sent: Sun, 29 Mar 1998 01:05:10 EST Subject: Radio by Spooky's Kat Title: Radio Author: Spooky's Kat Category: SRH Rating: R for bad language No spoilers! Summary: Mulder's current thoughts while driving on vacation, and most of them are of Scully. Disclaimer: Don't own Mulder, Scully, Skinner or the files. never will never have. 1013 does. And Maybe Angels belongs to Sheryl Crow, and Ice Cream belongs to Sarah McLachlan. I am indebted. However, if you ARE either of those two singers, and just happen to be reading this, feel free to email me! Dedication: to the Xgirls on AOL, and Rocketman cause you just rule! Also special thanks to Missy and Biffy...teenagers rule! Remember, the high school kids of today are gonna run the world tomorrow. Watch the Breakfast Club, people. I really do like feedback too~ On with the show... Radio 1/1 by Spooky's Kat <<<AgentXGrrl@aol.com>>> ******************************************************* The radio is blasting. Loud and clear. This is Sheryl Crow...I think it's called Maybe Angels. "Oh..what a mystery. Oh, I believe, I believe, I believe!" Hey, what do ya know? They're playing my song. "My sister she says she knows Elvis. My bag's all packed in case they ever come for me." Yeah Elvis! Oh rear view mirror check. Hey, I'm looking good. "Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies, I got witnesses to what the government denies. So I'm heading down to Roswell to wait and see." I gotta meet this woman. Wonder if she's been probed. Wow, this tan sure makes me look good. Brings out my hazel eyes. Dana's right; they *are* intense. The top on this rental car convertible is down and the sun is on my back...oh it feels good. I feel great. I feel like I have a cheerleading team shouting at me, "MULDER, how do you feel?" And then I yell back in an equally sing songy voice, "I feel good, oh I feel so good UH!" I haven't felt so fucking great since Scully's cancer went into remission. Ah...Scully...my Dana. I love Dana. I truly do. She is the most beautiful woman on Earth. No competition. Pamela Anderson Lee can go shove her silicone up her ass for all I care. Nothing compares to Scully..the smoothness of her skin...the warmth of her eyes...I want to live in her eyes. It's been a month since we've started sleeping together. No, that doesn't sound right. We've been making love. Going on dates, staying in. It's been wonderful. I'm gonna ask her to marry me. In a tux. At a fancy restaurant...no...at a big FBI ball..in front of everyone. That'll give Skinner a heart attack right there. It's about time too. I mean, it's about time I ask her..and about time Skinner passes out for awhile too. He knows we're romantically involved..yes! that's the word! Anyway, he's known for quite a long time and actually confronted me about it. I told him that the rumors were true, and yes, since he wanted to know, marriage *was* a possibility. He had grinned. New song on the radio. I know this one! "Your love is better than ice cream, better than anything else that I've tried." Oh this is Ice Cream by Sarah McLachlan. I worship her music. Back to Dana. Her love is better than ice cream. I wish I could have written her a song....something like this. This should be our wedding song. And there's definitely gonna be a wedding. I know she'll say yes. She's got to. We love each other...we're perfect for each other. Ring ring. Annoying ring. It's my fucking cell phone. It better be Dana or I'm gonna be obnoxious. "Hey there gorgeous," the voice at the other end of the line says. Ew oh my fucking god it's Skinner. Has he forgotten to take his pills today or something? I can only respond with, "Hey there sexy!" Silence. Oh shit. Was it something I said? "Agent Mulder, that was extremely uncalled for. I only used the pick up line to get your attention." "Uh...sorry." "You'd better be. There's a new case in. I happen to know that planes from Florida to D.C. don't take that long and since you are returning this morning you'd better have your ass in my office by 2 this afternoon or you are done with!" I stifle a giggle. "Got it, sir. Is Agent Scully there?" "You two can...talk on your own time. I'll see you at 2, no later, or your ass is grass." Dial tone. Haha! Skinner thinks he is macho man but he's just a load of bull shit. Whatever, I'm almost at the airport. I love Scully, I'm gonna propose Saturday night at the FBI Annual Ball. Eat shit Skinner. I turn the radio off just to enjoy the imaginary sound of Scully's thoughts. **************************************************************** you like? PLEASE send feedback to AgentXGrrl@aol.com. I need it to survive.