By Kelly Moreland
k_a_moreland@hotmail.com
 

Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2000
Archive : Sure! Just let me know where
Spoilers : Small mention of Orison.
Rating : PG.
Category : Is asinine BS a category?
Summary : How do YOU pass the time in an airport terminal?
Feedback : k_a_moreland@hotmail.com
Disclaimer : In the big inning, CC created M & S, and the fans
saw that it was good. Then CC proclaimed 'Let them have any fun,
and I will sue you!' And the fans saw that this was bad, and did
it anyway! ;-)
Authors note : Taking a short break from part IV of Fides
Procuro, and I was reminded of a game we used to play in high
school.. I claim temporary insanity for this... But hey, if someone
gets a chuckle out of it, it's worthwile.
 
 

Terminal Interlude

by Kelly Moreland

Scully squirmed on the hard plastic chair of the airport
terminal, and sighed. Finding a more comfortable position in this
chair impossible.
Mulder sat beside her, his hands clasped loosely over his lap,
his legs stretched out in front of him. He looked relaxed and
comfortable.
"Remind me again why I don't kill you for dragging me to the
armpit of the world so frequently?" her tone dripped sarcasm.
"At least this is a different armpit of the world." he gave her
his most charming smile. It didn't work. He got an icy glare for
his efforts. Even he had known that this case was hokey, but
after the whole deal with Pfaster, he was choosing hokey, safe
cases. She needed time to regain her balance, he thought.
Scully glanced around the empty terminal. The gift shop might
have a magazine, she mused.
"Want to play a game?" Mulder asked suddenly.
She turned her head to look at him, her expression both surprised
and confused.
"What kind of game?"
"It's one we used to play in high school." He explained,
loosening his tie.
"Go on." she prodded.
"You'll like it. All you do is name song titles. There are two
ways to play. One, you name a song and the other person has to
tell you who it was by. Two, you have a conversation with nothing
but the names of the songs. You have to name the artist too. So
the other person knows you aren't just making it up. I like the
second one best."
"Titles and artist." She raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you can get away with a few words from the chorus, but the
title has to be part of it."
"You were a very bored child, weren't you?"
"C'mon. It'll take your mind off being stuck here. Pass the
time."
"OK. Start." She slipped her shoes off her feet, and slid around
in the chair to face him.
"Who am I, Will Smith" he began.
"Mr Roboto, Styx" she smiled.
Mulder laughed, and thought for a second.
"I don't know you anymore, Savage Garden." he said.
"If you don't know me by now, Simply Red."
"You are my sanity, Dave Matthews."
"I know the feeling, Taylor Dayne." She said with a strained
smile.
"Wish I were you, Patty Smyth." His voice softened.
"Why, Annie Lennox" She cocked her head at him.
Mulder grimaced. 'Annie Lennox' he mouthed with an exaggerated
shudder.
"You didn't say it had to be GOOD songs." Scully laughed. "Now
are we playing, or not?"
"Stay strong, Squarepusher." He said, returning to the game.
"I will survive, Gloria Gaynor"
"If I ever lose my faith in you, Sting" His smile was playful,
his eyes were serious.
"Power of two, Indigo Girls." she countered.
"One on One, Hall and Oates." He waggled his eyebrows
suggestively.
"Let's talk about sex, Salt N Peppa."
He wasn't expecting that, and floundered for a moment.
"Umm.."
Scully started laughing.
"Any way you want it, Journey." He said at last.
"How do you want it, 2pac." She liked watching his squirm a
little.
Ok he decided, two can play this game.
"Tell me do you wanna, Ginuwine." he answered evenly.
"I want you bad and that ain't good, Colin Raye."
"I want it all, Warren G."
"I want the one I can't have, Smiths." She propped her chin in
her palm, and locked her gaze with his.
"I'm ready, Muddy Waters."
"I'm not ready, Keith Sweat"
"I can't get no 'Satisfaction', The stones." He sighed heavily.
"Make me lose control, Eric Carmen." She moistened her lips with
her tongue.
"I'll make love to you, Boys to Men." This was getting out of
hand, his mind warned.
She waved her index finger in front of him, "No Scrubs, TLC."
"Don't leave me this way, Tina Turner." he gave her the puppy dog
look.
"Shot down in flames, ACDC." she smiled.
"Just the way of the girl, Chris Gaines."
Their flight was called just then. Saved by the intercom.
"Leaving on a jet plane, Chantal Kreviazuk." she grinned, picking
her bag.
"You've lost that loving feeling, Righteous Brothers."
"Baby I don't cry over you, Billie Holiday." she walked away from
him toward the boarding gate.
"Cold hearted snake, Paula Abdul!" He yelled to her, getting some
strange looks from a few other passengers.
Scully just laughed to herself, and walked on.