Random Thoughts...
By Fiona Bland
fbland@golden.net
Disclaimers: Scully, Pendrell and Mulder belong to Chris Carter.
Fee belongs to me, myself and I.
Summary: Fee sees LABB contest... Fee writes entry for LABB
contest...
Classification: I for insanity... (it's supposed to be H for
humour)
Notes: Okay, this thing is complete insanity. I know it's not the
usual stuff I come up with but under the circumstances, I was under
a time limit. Enjoy. Please tell me if you understood it or not.
One last note...
HAPPY CANADA DAY!!!!!!!
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Fee logs off of LABB chat on AOL... loads Word....
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"Need idea, need idea, need idea." Fee chants over and over as she
paces around her tiny room.
In the background her fan is cranked on high and has Spice Girls
blasting.
"You have got to swing it, shake it, move it, make it,
Who do you think you are?
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
Show me how good you are"
Fee thinks as she looks at
time.
Time: 90 minutes till deadline.
Fee smiles as her fingers go to work...
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A cool morning breeze slowly brings a sleeping carrot top out of
his slumber.
Rubbing his eyes, Pendrell checks out the time on his alarm. He thought as he hit the snooze button.
"Daniel Andrew Pendrell, why are you still in bed?" A female voice
called to him as she walked into his bedroom.
"I don't know, maybe it's due to the lack of sleep I got because
you kept me up all night." Pendrell moaned from under the covers.
"Me? If I remember correctly, you started it with your tiger balm
and silk ties." The woman sat the to cups of coffee on the night
stand and pulled back the covers quickly.
"Ah come on Dana, just another hour? I'll make it up to you later."
Pendrell begged as he tried to cover himself back up. He only had
on his black silk boxer shorts.
"If I let you sleep anymore, you're gonna have the personality of
a three-toed sloth or worse... you'll be like your grumpy old cats.
Irritable and short tempered."
"Who are you calling short, Munchkin?" His two arms wrapped around
her waist and pulled her down on top of him. "How's about a trade,
you let me sleep for another half hour and I give you an extra half
hour in bed tonight?"
Scully smiled. "Okay," she agreed as she climbed off of him. "Sweet
dreams."
"That won't be a problem."
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Fee scrunches up her face. she thinks. In the back of
her mind, she can here the Scully-Pendrell fans cheering, the
Scully-Mulder people thinking of flames, and the LABB crew
demanding that she give up her bartending rights.
Time: 60 minutes and counting...
After rechecking the rules, Fee smiles. "Woo-hoo... three
requirements down... two to go!" She cheers.
A silence fills the room... it is only broken by the sound of gears
turning in Fee's brain. Or what's left of it. College ate a lot of
it away, as did her famous Canadian Doof Shooters.
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"Dammit Mulder, there's no way that what you said can possibly be
true!" Scully screamed from the tiny basement office.
"Scully weren't you listening? Being a doctor, you should know that
acetylcholine can be lethal if given in the correct amounts."
Mulder countered.
Scully stood and had her hand in such a way that she looked like
she was wanting to choke her partner to death. "Fox William Mulder,
you have no idea what you're talking about. Acetylcholine is a
natural enzyme. You can't inject it to someone and think they'll
die. Didn't you learn that at Oxford?"
"No, I don't believe you."
"Okay, I'll prove it, follow me." Scully grabbed the test results
and headed for the elevators.
Mulder watched her. "Where are you going?" He called.
"To talk to Agent Pendrell." Scully replied as the elevator doors
began to close. "Race you."
Mulder grabbed his jacket. "We'll see who's there first."
=**=**=**=**=**=**=
SCI-CRIME LAB
Agent Danny Pendrell looks up and down the hall before picking up
three plastic beakers.
Juggling them, he wandered over to his uni-wheel. He
thought.
Just as he wheeled past the door, Dana Scully came running in.
"Agent Pendrell?" She called.
He froze where he was in the lab, forgetting about the beakers,
they all hit the tile floor with a crash. The red-faced lab tech
turned to face her. "Hello Agent Scully. What can I do for you?"
Slightly out of breath, she leaned against the wooden door. "I need
your help."
"Okay." Pendrell shut off the computer and headed for where she
was. "Do you want Agent Mulder to hear too? He's coming now."
Scully looked out between the blinds. "No." With that she locked
the door and closed all the blinds.
Pendrell asked himself. the little voice in the back of his head reminded him.
"I need you to settle something for me." Scully said as she passed
him the medical results. "Please tell me that acetylcholine is
found in our bodies naturally."
"Yes, it's a natural enzyme." Danny nodded.
"Good, now tell Mulder that." Scully unlocked the door suddenly.
Mulder, whom was trying to eavesdrop, fell on the floor.
"Are you okay, Agent Mulder?" Pendrell asked as he watched the tall
lanky agent slowly stand up.
"I'm fine," Mulder replied as he glanced at his partner then
Pendrell.
"Agent Pendrell, please tell Agent Mulder what you told me." Scully
asked.
"Well you asked me if acetylcholine was found in our bodies and I
said yes." Pendrell blushed. Scully was standing so close to him
that he could smell her perfume.
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Fee rolled her eyes.
"Okay that's it, I give up... I've got an 8am class tomorrow and I
have to leave the house by 6:45." Fee says to her monitor pets. (A
teenie beanie baby turtle, one of the aliens from 'Toy Story' and
her original, beanie bunny)
Yawning, Fee writes disclaimers and sends it off to MsPendrell...
Fee smiles.
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Before sending, Fee adds one more comment.
I wrote this after getting off the LABB chat. During this time, my
pain medication wore off and this was the result. Please be kind.
And please tell me that you liked the juggling bit. :::Fee begs:::
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No plastic beakers were harmed during the production of this
fanfic.
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