TITLE:   WEEKEND LUCK 
AUTHOR:  XPHILERNJ 
E-MAIL:  xphilernj@aol.com 
RATING:  PG-13 (for language) 
CLASSIFICATION:  V 
DISCLAIMER:  Nope. Not mine. 

SUMMARY:  "Umm...you mind some company for the 
weekend?"

Brevity II Challenge to Fibbie's #3 Elements: stopped up toilet, 
dog barking, a video tape, previously owned Reese's Peanut Butter 
Cups, LOTS of snow, A can of menudo (ask me if you don't know 
what it is - don't let it put you off), Broken fuel-injectors

*****************

"Scully," she answered breathlessly.

"Hey, it's me. What's the matter Scully? You sound out of breath."

"Hey, Mulder. Nothings wrong. I was in the kitchen and didn't 
have my phone with me. What's up, Mulder?"

"Umm...you mind some company for the weekend?" he asked 
cautiously. *Please, please, say yes Scully.*

"Why, Mulder? What's going on?"

"My car is in the shop. Something about broken fuel-injectors. The 
Super called and said the power will be out all weekend because of 
the snow, something about lines down. The next door neighbor's 
dog won't quit barking. It's driving me nuts. My toilet's stopped up. 
All I have is a can of menudo and a half pack of Reese's 
Peanutbutter Cups that Frohike and Langley had left the last time 
they came over. I can't watch TV and it's so boring. Can I come 
over please, Scully, plee...ase?" he hopelessly whined.

"Mulder, stop! It's okay," She had to laugh at his desperation. 
"Under one condition."

"What would that be Scully?"

"Make sure you pack those black silk boxers I love so much and 
one of those video tapes you say don't belong to you." Scully 
smiled from the gasp over the phone.

"Damn, Scully. You shouldn't tease," he whined again.

"Who said I was teasing Mulder? Get your ass over here."

"Yes ma'am!"

Scully laughed and shook her head.

Mulder grabbed his bag with the boxers and the tape he had 
already packed, then smiled as he headed out the door to a waiting 
cab.

THE END.