10/13
As liminalliz just pointed out, not only is it Friday the 13th, but it's 10/13. And I said there should be X-Files fic. And then I wrote X-Files fic (er, well, a drabble thingie). For the first time in a veeeery long time. The clichés may burn unless you pretend they're there on purpose. Which, of course, they are. *coughs*
There are always things she doesn't believe. Like, for instance, the fact that she's crouched in a field, mud and decomposing leaves ruining yet another pair of new heels, watching a perfectly normal-looking house that Mulder assures her is only haunted on Friday the 13th.
"That's ridiculous, Mulder," she says, and he gives her that look, and she goes along anyway, because he's going to sit in the wet field whether she's there or not, and she'd rather be cold and wet and with him than sitting home by herself. She used to pretend she had to watch his back, and even though it's often true, somewhere along the way she admitted to herself that it's an excuse.
And at about 10:30 there's a noise, and Mulder goes after it, and slides down an embankment and comes out completely covered in mud, and she actually loses one of her shoes going after him. And they're wet and miserable enough that even Mulder admits it was probably just a raccoon or something, and he looks a little sheepish as he takes her hand to help her limp one-shoed back up to the car.
"Happy birthday, Mulder," she says, and he grins back at her, and she's glad she came.
ETA: see comments for mylittleredgirl's "sequel." Hee!
There are always things she doesn't believe. Like, for instance, the fact that she's crouched in a field, mud and decomposing leaves ruining yet another pair of new heels, watching a perfectly normal-looking house that Mulder assures her is only haunted on Friday the 13th.
"That's ridiculous, Mulder," she says, and he gives her that look, and she goes along anyway, because he's going to sit in the wet field whether she's there or not, and she'd rather be cold and wet and with him than sitting home by herself. She used to pretend she had to watch his back, and even though it's often true, somewhere along the way she admitted to herself that it's an excuse.
And at about 10:30 there's a noise, and Mulder goes after it, and slides down an embankment and comes out completely covered in mud, and she actually loses one of her shoes going after him. And they're wet and miserable enough that even Mulder admits it was probably just a raccoon or something, and he looks a little sheepish as he takes her hand to help her limp one-shoed back up to the car.
"Happy birthday, Mulder," she says, and he grins back at her, and she's glad she came.
ETA: see comments for mylittleredgirl's "sequel." Hee!