June
2000 - 10
From the Journal
of B. W. Overcoat M.O.W.
June 16
Well, didn't we
get some most interesting stories come to light
today! Everyone is really loosening up. Scully appears to
be fainting a
lot and eating Mallomars by the boxful. That sounds like
a craving to
me. Scully doesn't normally eat Mallomars - well not
boxfuls of them. She
usually prefers tuti fruiti popdreamsicle things.
There was also a
report of her eating lots of hotdogs, five in a
row to be exact smothered in mustard and mumbling, things
like 'so much like
his beautiful mind. Just one more.' This seems pretty
weird to me but
as all at the picnic corroborated the story, it appears
to be true. Unless, of
course, it's a conspiracy.
It also appears
that Mulder has been taken by aliens, for that
beautiful mind and Scully gave him her cross because his
Buddha was too heavy
to string around his neck. Such a thoughtful girl. I
always thought
Mulder was rather out there and now it appears he is -
literally. Wonder if
they're doing tests on him? Wonder if they're an
insectoid race? Wonder if he's
screaming girly screams at this very moment? Or
alternatively, I wonder if
he's finally just gone home!
She's been to her
OB/GYN but since she had to undress none of the
outergarments actually heard what was said and wouldn't
you know it -
the underwear who have acute hearing are in the laundry
hamper!
She did throw-up on the way back though but since she'd
just
consumed a family sized bag of cool ranch flavoured
Doritos and a box of HoHos
it comes as little surprise. And, quite frankly, in my
opinion, a trip to an
OB/GYN would be enough to threaten even the strongest
constitution.
But by far, the
best news to come out today is that Scully has
thrown up all over brother Bill, TWICE! First, at the
Scully Memorial
Family Picnic and later at her Mom's house. Who hoo, way
to go, Scully! Wish I'd seen
that! It was so heartwarming the way the entire
collective erupted with
mirth and cheered at the news both times. Nobody likes
brother Bill. Oh,
except for Soft-Grey Fitted Sweater. She actually got to
hug the man once and
fell in love with his uniform. Why is it that uniforms
have that power?
Some females are just so fickle! Like that Tara woman
Bill married. As fickle as
they come, if you ask me. Who brings the same dish to a
family picnic
fifteen years in a row without fail? (I can't believe
Scully ate the lot -no
wonder she threw up. So that doesn't really prove
anything does it?) Well
I suppose Tara would have to be a little 'touched' to
marry someone like Bill in the first place. I mean what
kind of a
guy wears a WHITE dress uniform? She must buy TIDE by the
boxful! I guess
they're well suited though and the kid is cute. Here's
hoping for his sake he
takes after his Aunty Dana in most respects though.
Journal of Dana Scully
Saturday June 10, 2000
I was hoping to sleep
in this morning and rest those bruises on my
head, but my mother showed up at my door at 7:00 a.m.
with a surprise in a
brown paper bag.
Normally, I like
surprises, especially when they're long, tubular
shaped ones in Christmas wrapping paper from Muld...
:::thud:::
Where was I? Oh yeah,
my mother's "present" this morning. A brown
paper bag on a Saturday morning -- what could it be? I
was thinking bagels,
or maybe one bagel that Mom and I could split in half and
she could put real
cream cheese on hers, and I could put lite cream cheese
on mine, but
since I'm eating for two now, maybe I could splurge and
have some real cream
cheese, but you know what would taste even better? One of
those cinammon
or chocolate covered crullers... :::thud::::
Ice packs in a paper
bag wouldn't have been unwelcomed either.
After the fainting spell, Mom pulled "Facts
Plus" and "EPT" home pregnancy
test kits and said, "I'd have brought a rabbit, but
given your history of
hiding them from your brother Bill in lunch boxes with
tragically poor
ventilation systems, I thought we'd have better luck with
one of these."
Without a word, I took
the bag and went into the bathroom. Ten
minutes later, I handed my mother the two magic wands.
One had a smiley
face with a 50 cents-off coupon for Pampers appear on it.
The other had an
icon of a little bunny with "x's" where it's
eyes should be that could be
inserted into a keepsake cardboard cutout from the box
labelled, "Baby's First
Picture."
Mom looked at the two
tests, looked at me, and deadpanned, "Good
thing I didn't bring your nephew's rabbit," as she
walked out the door. I
think I heard her giggle as she closed the door.
Hoo boy.
DKS
From
the personal log of Captain Charles Scully:
June 19
Finally!
The mail has caught up with us. After all these years,
you would think I'd be used to having a mail delay when I
transfer to a new
post but I haven't yet fully adjusted to stale chocolate
chip cookies.
Mom
had some interesting news in her letter. It seems as
though
Dana and that partner of hers were in Oregon almost the
same time I was.
I'm sorry I missed her; I haven't seen her for years. And
I would like to meet
this partner of hers and see what has gotten Bill so
upset. I never did
understand Bill's reasoning -- how can it be this guy's
fault that
some other guy shot Melissa? and how is it his fault that
Dana had cancer?
It's not like they hang out in nuclear reactors or
anything.
I
haven't yet found anyone here who plays tennis, which is
rather
odd considering the number of courts around. I tried to
get into one,
in the hopes that it would have a ball server, but the
doors were locked.
I guess I need to sign-up for court time; the keys should
be near the sign-up
sheets.
From the Journal
of B. W. Overcoat M.O.W.
June 17
At the moment I'm
watching Scully from my hanger. She's left the
wardrobe ajar and is just sitting on the end of the bed
staring at the
floor. Every so often she reaches for her cross that
isn't there. I know she is
thinking of Mulder and I ache to be able to hold her and
comfort her. I
expect to see tears but there are none. I know Scully is
essentially a private
person but she's alone now and I thought she would give
into her grief. But
she doesn't and that really scares me. Does she think
that if she doesn't allow
herself to grieve he will return? She can't hold it
together forever. And
as much as it hurts me to see her tears, I wish she would
just let them fall.
How long can she maintain this stiff upper lip without
cracking up
completely?
Now she's lying
back on the bed with her eyes closed. One hand is
lying protectively over her stomach and the other is at
her throat as if
clasping the missing cross. This says more to me than any
of the rumours
I've heard. Yes, she's definitely pregnant and it's
Mulder's, or at least she
thinks it's his. or maybe she just hopes. She's frowning
quite a lot. Perhaps
she's wondering like I am, if maybe something else
factored in to this
pregnancy, like her time with Smoking Man while she was
supposedly
asleep.
This is the
X-Files after all and nothing is ever what it seems to
be. Oh except vomit. Vomit is vomit anywhere. Wonder if
there are always
peas, corn and carrots in it even if you've only eaten
say, ambrosia, or is
that just a Scully trait???????
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