June
2000 - 8
Journal of Dana Scully
Thursday June 8, 2000
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I've been having a tough time at work
lately. Tried to do some
paperwork in the basement office I share with My Partner
and couldn't take my
eyes of off his :::thud:::
(3 minutes later)
I'm getting better at recovering from
this fainting thing. I
think. Really. I was at The Office and couldn't take my
eyes off of My Partner's
poster. For seven years, I've gazed at it, never really
giving it much
thought (except for last summer, when in a moment of, um,
passion, I
crossed out the "LIEVE" in "I WANT TO
BELIEVE"and wrote in permanent
black marker, "I WANT TO BE--AT UP DIANA
FOWLEY."
Took me 3 months and some rather nerve-wracking tours of
every
head shop on the east coast before I found a
replacement for it.
Anyway, today I just looked at that
poster and cried. It's just
so, SO profound. What does that poster mean to me now? I
WANT TO BE---
Abducted too? I WANT TO BE --- A mommy? I WANT TO BE--LLY
dance?
What does the poster mean to Mmmmy
Partner? I WANT TO BE-get
Uberscullymulders? I WANT TO BE--troth :::thud:::
From
the Journal of B. W. Overcoat M.O.W.
June 12
To
borrow a phrase from Brown Leather Jacket, 'freakin' lint
balls
and frayed lining!' I should have just got the story out
of Black
WalMart Special Four while I had the chance .got him into
my pocket and
taken him somewhere quiet. But no, I had to go and be
all-magnanimous and
arrange for everyone to be there. Sometimes I really tick
myself off. And those
quarrelsome garments! I'm getting too old for this. If it
wasn't for the
predicament my beloved Scully has found herself in at the
moment I
might just be tempted to think about retiring! 'Think',
being the
operative word of course because I could never leave
Scully -
not by choice anyway. Keeping those garments of hers in
line and
weeding out the troublemakers is a tough job, but someone
has to do it.
I've been doing it for a long time now and I've still got
a few good years in me yet.
I'm thinking Black WiderLegged Pants is going to have to
go the way of that god-awful khaki green
husband and wife ensemble soon, if he doesn't change his
attitude. That
pair were trouble from the moment they got here. They had
to dominate
everything. It was such a relief when I was finally able
to have them misplaced at
the cleaners. However, in deference to his long-suffering
partner, I will
give BWLP another chance, but I think a stern warning is
in order just
the same.
On
a different note, it does seem more and more like all the
rumours
are true. Scully does appear to be pregnant and it's
almost certain
that she'd done the 'wild thing' with Mulder. Have to
admit that comment about
her having David Crosby's baby threw me a little for a
second, but only
for a second. Scully is not the type to sleep with one
person while being
hopelessly in love with someone else. And it's as plain
as the
buttons on my lapels that Scully's a 'Mulder groupie' to
the exclusion of all
others. But as they say, the proof of the cloth is in the
wearing. Think
I'll go chat with the Lacy Blacks and the Frilly Blacks.
They both seem like
nice couples. Not that we've seen much of them since
they've arrived. I
myself haven't seen them at all since my welcome speech,
not that that's
unusual, since we don't exactly hang out in the same
closets...they're
bureau and I'm strictly wardrobe. But since no-one else
seems to know much about
them either and since Black Target Special One is going
stir-crazy.
I think it must be because she's been wearing them
constantly almost to the
exclusion of all others. I guess that should have alerted
me to the
situation if I'd been paying attention. It would also
explain why
there hadn't been a lot of gossip amongst the underwear.
Interesting that she
hasn't worn them at all since he's been missing.
On
a side note, I'm really worried about her. I wish she
would take
me with her more. I know the weather is warmer and she
doesn't need me for
warmth but I want to be there for support. I want to be
there when/if she
faints so that I can keep an eye on her. I want to be
there when she's
feeling poorly and puking her little guts out to offer
solace. But mostly I want
to be there when she breaks the news to her family. I
want to see brother
Bill's face!
From the personal log of Captain Charles Scully:
June 17
Well, we have finally landed and gotten the townspeople settled
into the quarantine. Judging from the readings on the instruments, we
should be in Northern Africa but that seems highly unlikely.
For one thing, wegot here too quickly to be in Africa.
I knew these new planes were fast but they can't be *that* fast.
One of my crewmates claims we are in Tunisia but I don't believe
him. I am fairly certain that Tunisia doesn't have any cornfields
this large. Corn just doesn't grow in Tunisia so we must be
somewhere else. I am pleased, though, to see that there
appear to be lots of covered tennis courts. I'm glad I brought
my racket along.
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