September M/K Challenge
by Everyone
Editor's Notes: OK, who wants to play a little game? Add to this story... take it where you like, but add no more than 100 words, no less than 10. And each sentence has to start with the letter that finished the previous one. Then the next person takes it on. Like a round robin, but short and with silly rules!
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If you have to wear a tux, it should at least be clean, thought Mulder, viewing the suspicious stain on Skinner's coat-tail with distaste. Even that new guy... Krycek... Alex... call me Alex... of the dreadful polyester suits and the Brylcreemed hair had scrubbed up reasonably for the occasion. Not that Skinner was normally other than impeccably dressed. Diverted, Mulder sidled up to take a closer look.
"Krispy Kreme donuts... hey, that was mine, Mulder! Don't eat all of 'em!" Alex entered the office somewhat awkwardly, balancing two more hot cups of fresh coffee from the secret basement stash that was known only to a select few. Mulder still hadn't figured out just *how* Alex had found the place so easily. Alex handed Mulder one of the cups and reached for a creme-filled one that Mulder hadn't had a chance to devour yet. The young rookie nibbled daintily while Mulder looked on with an entirely new type of hunger in his golden gaze. Krycek sipped at his coffee, looking at the other two men. He was certain that Skinner wasn't really upset over being called away from a no-doubt boring night at the Kennedy Center to hear Mulder's newest theory, even if it was after midnight.
Licking the cream of the donut off his lips, he offered a smile to the other two men who had now turned their attention to him.
"So tell us Mulder," Alex said. "Why did you want to tell us?"
Mulder cleared his voice and began to explain his newest theory.
"You remember the time Scully and I investigated the Jersey Devil?" This Mulder directed towards his superior.
The bald man nodded in acknowledgement, bored already with the converstion. His thoughts were on whether or not eat could have another doughnut, and if he had an extra hour of gym time to devote if he should managed to eat another. Not on that stupid Jersey Devil myth.
Alex on the other hand, had nothing but Mulder on his mind.
"Don't you remember..." Mulder stopped mid-sentence and looked at his young partner. "What. Why are you staring at me?"
"Hmm? Oh, um, yeah, I'm fine," Krycek stammered, blushing at being caught. "I, er... You've got some, um... Right here." He indicated a place on his own mouth then pointed at Mulder. "Cream."
Mulder couldn't have been more pleased by Alex's reaction. It seemed that just maybe his interest was being returned. He smiled, wiping away the dot of filling on his lip, and looked at Krycek with curious amusement.
"Gentlemen," Skinner said, interrupting their thoughts, "the Jersey Devil? Your theory?"
"You remember that..." Mulder blushed a little as he spoke. "She seemed to like me?" At Skinner's nod, he continued. "Well, I've started to believe that she's followed me and is now attempting to court me."
"What makes you say that?" asked Krycek, all wide eyed admiration for the man he was studying.
"There have been things... I think that they're gifts. And people in the building have seen things..."
"What kind of things, Mulder?" snorted Skinner, anxious to get back to his dinner.
"There were the sheep's entrails in my mailbox," mused Mulder. "At the time I thought that it was left by the alien forces currently covertly scouting out our planet, but now I have reason to believe that they are not responsible."
"What makes you say that, Mulder?" asked Krycek, batting lashes that were far too sinful to belong to just one man.
"The cow at my door. Someone left a dead cow at my door while I was out." Mulder met Krycek's eyes, his voice pregnant with suspense. "And Krycek.... there were flowers with it. a bunch of wild flowers."
"Sheep entrails? A dead cow?" Skinner looked incredulous as he regarded first Mulder then Krycek. "Are you telling me you honestly believe some...some creature is courting you, Agent Mulder?"
"Well, he did say there were wildflowers in the cow, sir," Krycek said, clearing his throat and looking away when Skinner glared at him.
"Have you ever thought it could be someone's idea of a joke?" Skinner said, the words measured. "Or do you think that next you'll be getting singing telegrams from Bigfoot?"
End
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