Title: Moving Right Along

Author: mimic117

Email: mimic1172@gmail.com

Rating: G again. Don't know what's gotten into me lately.

Category: S, challenge, all dialog

Spoilers: Nope. Nada. Zip. Bupkis.

Summary: Even heroes do normal stuff sometimes.

Author's Notes: Well, Sybil did it again. I've got papers to 
write, finals coming up, and she pops out with this neat 
challenge that I just HAD to do instead. You're such a bad 
influence. Written for the Haven April 2003 challenge.

Thanks: To my Twinsy for taking a quick look and only having one 
correction. Am I learning or just lucky?

Disclaimer: Not mine. Not making money. Not gonna sue?


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Moving Right Along
by mimic117

"Hey Scully. You'll never guess who we have for a neighbor."

"Who, Mulder?"

"Dickie Granger. I went to school with him! We haven't seen 
each other since our high school graduation."

"Dickie?"

"Well, he probably goes by Richard or something now, but we 
always called him Dickie. I had a crush on his older sister. 
I can't believe he moved to DC all the way from Chilmark."

"Is that what took you so long? I thought you were hanging on 
the fence drooling over the top-less sunbather behind us."

"What? Um, I'll be right back."

"Don't even think about it. Is that the last box?"

"Yep. Su casa is now mi casa. Where should I put this one?"

"It's your office, Mulder. Arrange it the way you want."

"Are you sure you don't want to share, Scully? Maybe we 
should have gotten a bigger house. One with enough space so 
you could have your own office."

"This house is perfect. One bedroom for us. An office for you 
with a sleeper sofa where you can spend your banishment 
when you've gone on a bender and I refuse to let you in bed --"

"I've never gone on a bender! Well, not that you've seen."

"Besides, I'm perfectly happy at the desk in the living room 
with my laptop. This can be your personal sanctum sanctorum. 
Masculine space inviolate, untouched by feminine hands."

"Then what are you doing in here, up to your elbows inside my 
computer?"

"I'm replacing your modem. Damn it. Find that screw for me, 
would you?"

"Here it is. Why couldn't Langly do that?"

"Quote: 'I can't call the guys and confess that I left my 
computer online during a thunderstorm and fried the modem!' 
Unquote."

"Oh. Right."

"Could you hand me the ribbon cable, please?"

"You mean this one?"

"No, that one."

"That one?"

"NO. The other one."

"This one?"

"It's called a ribbon cable for a reason, you know."

"Oh. You mean the one that looks like a ribbon."

"Mulder..."

"Do you mind if I toss it to you? I don't like the look in your 
eyes."

"Just give me the damned thing before I call Langly to do this."

"I didn't know you could fix computers, Scully. You've been 
holding out on me."

"This isn't fixing, it's just replacing components. Damn! It's 
not all that hard, provided you don't keep dropping the screws. 
Thanks, Mulder."

"I've got a magnetic screwdriver somewhere. It hangs onto 
screws pretty good."

"You don't know much about computers, do you?"

"Not really."

"Then stay away from me with your magnetic screwdriver."

"I've got a completely different kind of screwing tool you might 
be interested in, my dear Scully. Non-magnetized, too. 
Perfectly safe around computers."

~sniff sniff~

"Mulder, do I smell something burning?"

"Shit! I forgot!"

................

"Umm... I put some popcorn in the microwave when I came in. 
You want some, Scully? It's got that slightly toasted flavor 
that's all the rage."

"Black is beyond slightly toasted, Mulder. I'll pass, thanks. 
Maybe I should turn the kitchen into my office. All you're safe 
with is the microwave and refrigerator. And now I'm not so 
sure about the microwave."

"Awww, Scully..."

"Damn it! I give up. The modem is in but I can't hold the 
stupid screws long enough to get the cover back on. I'll have 
to finish this later. C'mere."

"Um, where are we going?"

"To the bedroom."

"But I've got boxes to unpack and stuff to put away."

"I need to work off my frustration with the computer first."

"Scully, did I ever tell you that it turns me on when you get 
pushy?"

~push, bounce, squeak~

"How's that? Pushy enough for you?"

"Ohhh yeah. You can bounce my bed anytime, Agent Scully."

"Then scoot over. I need to check out that non-magnetized tool 
you were bragging about."

"Whoa! That's not pushing, that's pulling!"

"And your point is?"

"Nothing. Just an observation."

~groan~

"You know, Scully, I've never considered moving into a new 
house to be a fun experience before."

"Such a poor, deprived baby. You ain't seen nothin' yet, 
Moving Boy."

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THE END

Challenge elements
An ordinary day - I think moving counts considering how many 
times I've done it.
Long lost someone showing up after many years.
Something burning.
A modem - nearly fried mine in a thunderstorm last night, too.
Something unfinished - I'm sure Scully will get around to 
putting the computer back together *eventually*.

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