FIC(let): Decked
Title: Decked
Author:
amalnahurriyeh/amalnahurriyeh
Fandom: The X-Files (Caseyverse)
Pairing/characters: Scully-Mulder Family Chaos
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Angst Level: None
Summary: Christmas, after the end of the world.
This was originally going to be longer, and include Michelle and Mo ending up at her mom's house and having to explain that they'd been in the bunker, and Isabel ranting about being an atheist who had grown up in the Bible Belt to Jamila when she wondered why she was working on Christmas. But that did not happen, and I wanted to post this on Christmas, so. Enjoy.
December 24, 2012
8:35 PM Eastern Time
Washington, DC
"The end," Mulder said, and closed the book. "And now, honey, you really have to go to sleep."
"Why?" asked Sadie petulantly, cuddling down into the hotel pillow, one arm crooked around her shark.
Because Mama and I are exhausted and really don't want to put up with any more of your bullshit, Mulder thought, but did not say. "Because you're tired, and your body needs to rest."
"And so Santa can come," Sadie said, making a face.
Mulder's heart may possibly have stopped. He hoped Sadie couldn't yet recognize the panic face. "That, too."
"Santa will know we're in the hotel, right?" Sadie asked. "He won't leave our presents at our house?"
He nodded as confidently as he could. "Absolutely." Leaning over, he kissed her on the forehead. "Now go to sleep, OK?"
"OK. Good night, Daddy." She slipped her thumb into her mouth, and closed her eyes.
Mulder walked as calmly as he could to the other room of their suite, and closed the door behind him. "Scully," he said quietly.
"Can we not talk?" she said, from her position on the couch with a pillow over her head. "I just want to lay here and not do anything until the pizza comes."
"We have a problem."
Scully made a disgruntled noise. "Can't we be done with problems? We did just save the world."
"That's kind of the issue," he said.
She pulled the pillow off her face. "What?"
"It's Christmas Eve," he hissed at her.
She blinked, shocked for a moment, and then sat bolt upright. "No."
"I checked my phone," he said. "Plus, our three year old remembered."
"Oh, God," Scully said, and buried her face in her hands. "The emergency gifts we shipped to Stark?"
"Are in Stark," Mulder said, rubbing his neck. "Because, you know, they were apocalypse presents."
"Shit, shit, shit," Scully said. "OK. OK, we can't have this be the year we forgot Christmas. That's not acceptable."
"It's nearly nine," he said. "She's in bed. What are our options?"
Scully picked up her phone. "Get on the internet, right now. Find us a store somewhere within thirty miles of DC that's open until at least eleven." She dialed and held the phone up to her ear. "Wendy? Were you asleep?" She felt around on the floor for her shoes. "You know how we've been regularly pushing the boundary between administrative assistant and personal assistant over the past five years? Well, now I need you to come babysit my daughter because I forgot Christmas." There was a knock on the suite door. "There's half a pizza in it for you." She hung up. "She'll be here in fifteen."
Mulder waved his phone. "The Target in Columbia Heights is open until ten-thirty."
"Call the front desk. Have them hold us a cab." She fumbled for her purse.
In the morning, when Sadie snuck out to the living room alone, there was a fiberglass tree glowing on the coffeetable, surrounded by poorly wrapped packages. "MAMA! DADDY!" she yelled, jumping up and down. "SANTA CAME! HE BROUGHT AN UGLY TREE"
In the bedroom, her mostly-asleep parents smiled.
This entry was originally posted at http://amalnahurriyeh.dreamwidth.org/75649.html. You can comment in either location. There are currently
comments at Dreamwidth.
Author:
amalnahurriyeh/amalnahurriyeh
Fandom: The X-Files (Caseyverse)
Pairing/characters: Scully-Mulder Family Chaos
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Angst Level: None
Summary: Christmas, after the end of the world.
This was originally going to be longer, and include Michelle and Mo ending up at her mom's house and having to explain that they'd been in the bunker, and Isabel ranting about being an atheist who had grown up in the Bible Belt to Jamila when she wondered why she was working on Christmas. But that did not happen, and I wanted to post this on Christmas, so. Enjoy.
December 24, 2012
8:35 PM Eastern Time
Washington, DC
"The end," Mulder said, and closed the book. "And now, honey, you really have to go to sleep."
"Why?" asked Sadie petulantly, cuddling down into the hotel pillow, one arm crooked around her shark.
Because Mama and I are exhausted and really don't want to put up with any more of your bullshit, Mulder thought, but did not say. "Because you're tired, and your body needs to rest."
"And so Santa can come," Sadie said, making a face.
Mulder's heart may possibly have stopped. He hoped Sadie couldn't yet recognize the panic face. "That, too."
"Santa will know we're in the hotel, right?" Sadie asked. "He won't leave our presents at our house?"
He nodded as confidently as he could. "Absolutely." Leaning over, he kissed her on the forehead. "Now go to sleep, OK?"
"OK. Good night, Daddy." She slipped her thumb into her mouth, and closed her eyes.
Mulder walked as calmly as he could to the other room of their suite, and closed the door behind him. "Scully," he said quietly.
"Can we not talk?" she said, from her position on the couch with a pillow over her head. "I just want to lay here and not do anything until the pizza comes."
"We have a problem."
Scully made a disgruntled noise. "Can't we be done with problems? We did just save the world."
"That's kind of the issue," he said.
She pulled the pillow off her face. "What?"
"It's Christmas Eve," he hissed at her.
She blinked, shocked for a moment, and then sat bolt upright. "No."
"I checked my phone," he said. "Plus, our three year old remembered."
"Oh, God," Scully said, and buried her face in her hands. "The emergency gifts we shipped to Stark?"
"Are in Stark," Mulder said, rubbing his neck. "Because, you know, they were apocalypse presents."
"Shit, shit, shit," Scully said. "OK. OK, we can't have this be the year we forgot Christmas. That's not acceptable."
"It's nearly nine," he said. "She's in bed. What are our options?"
Scully picked up her phone. "Get on the internet, right now. Find us a store somewhere within thirty miles of DC that's open until at least eleven." She dialed and held the phone up to her ear. "Wendy? Were you asleep?" She felt around on the floor for her shoes. "You know how we've been regularly pushing the boundary between administrative assistant and personal assistant over the past five years? Well, now I need you to come babysit my daughter because I forgot Christmas." There was a knock on the suite door. "There's half a pizza in it for you." She hung up. "She'll be here in fifteen."
Mulder waved his phone. "The Target in Columbia Heights is open until ten-thirty."
"Call the front desk. Have them hold us a cab." She fumbled for her purse.
In the morning, when Sadie snuck out to the living room alone, there was a fiberglass tree glowing on the coffeetable, surrounded by poorly wrapped packages. "MAMA! DADDY!" she yelled, jumping up and down. "SANTA CAME! HE BROUGHT AN UGLY TREE"
In the bedroom, her mostly-asleep parents smiled.
This entry was originally posted at http://amalnahurriyeh.dreamwidth.org/75649.html. You can comment in either location. There are currently
comments at Dreamwidth.