From lone_jaguar@hotmail.com Wed May 21 15:27:17 1997 Subject: Hallowe'en's... (1/1) Nicole van Dam From: "Nicole vanDam" -------- **Sorry for all the mail... I'm trying to get all my stuff out... It's not really good... I'd like to think I've improved.** Hallowe'en's For The Weak Nicole van Dam lone_jaguar@hotmail.com Rating: PG, H, V Piddly... Nothing to worry about... Summary: Thornton visits Scully and tells her her true feelings about the year's 'scariest' day... All characters belong to C-squared, T-squared (aaauuuggghhh!!! Mr. Danter's clouding my mind!! heeeeeeeeeelllllpppp mmeeeeeeeeeee!!!), and FOX Broadcasting... No copyright infringement is intended... You can sue me for all of... ... a few pieces of lint... While they're not worth a lot now, they may be the next natural gas... Think of the possibilities... Joanne Thornton is mine... So I was sitting here, reading the huge mountain of FanFic I have when these stupid little heathens kept ringing the doorbell... While my nephew went as Superman I still cannot account for this silly day of celebration. Personally, I think Hallowe'en... Well, I'll let my character say it... Anyway, that's what fuelled this story, and it's really short and funny. I hope you like it. **APOLOGY to those who like Hallowe'en. I just needed to air my feelings... Good for the karma you know... :-)** Comments, suggestions and flames are always welcome. Though, I should add, the flames will be used for various things. Warm my house, roast weenies, toast marshmallows (even if I don't like them that much) and well... amuse me because I love fire. :-) Enjoy. ==== Hallowe'en's For The Weak ==== Dana Scully's apartment October 31 7:00pm "Thank you," the chorus of little children chimed as they walked from the door. "You're welcome," Dana Scully called after them. She smiled and shut the door. "You know," came a mellow voice from her living room. "I have no idea why you keep answering that door." Dana chuckled and shook her head, heading back to her spot in the arm chair. She grabbed her glass of water from the coffee table and swung a leg over the chair's arm, settling into its warmth. She looked over at her friend sprawled on the couch; a pile of chocolate bar wrappers collecting on the floor beside her. "Come on," Scully said. "Didn't you ever do that when you were a kid?" Joanne Thornton laughed and took a sip of iced tea that she held in her hand. She adjusted herself in the corner of the couch. "For a couple of years, yeah," she replied. "But I was a kid. There are only five things that are always on a kid's mind." Dana raised an eyebrow in question. "Sugar, cartoons, sugar, toys, and sugar... And let's not forget I was a kid right out of the woods who didn't know any better." "But kids need this kind of thing," Dana said. "What kids need, are a team of dentists... One for each tooth." Scully put her glass back on the table. She couldn't believe she was hearing this. "So you've never liked Hallowe'en." "Oh, I liked Hallowe'en," Jo replied. "It was just when I hit about sixteen that I realized it was stupid." "Get out!" Scully exclaimed. "Hallowe'en's great." "What Hallowe'en is," Jo told her friend, pointing a finger at her. "Is a poor excuse for gluttony." Dana laughed, letting her head drop back and stared at the ceiling. Jo had called her a few days ago telling her she had a few days off and was wonder if, as she put it, "I could visit and annoy Mulder." Naturally, Scully accepted immediately and even put the New Yorker up in her apartment. She'd be leaving in another couple days and Hallowe'en just happened to be a part of her stay. The thing that Scully couldn't understand, was the fact that someone who could--of her own will--morph into a half-human-half-jaguar not like Hallowe'en. It was just weird. It was like Mulder saying he hated Hallowe'en and if that was the case, she'd have his head checked like she'd wanted to for so long. The doorbell rang again and Dana sighed, swinging her legs off the chair. She walked over to the door. "I tell ya'," Jo said from the couch. "You're going to be held responible for a neighbourhood of small, pudgy children." Scully cast her a sideways glance and opened the door. "Mulder," she said surprised. "Or tall, fat men." "Trick or treat," Scully's partner said, his hands stuffed into his trenchcoat's deep pockets. "Oh treat! Treat!" "Jo, shut up," Dana told the Brazilian. She turned to the man in front of her. "Come on in Mulder." "That's gonna cost you a Coffee Crisp you know." Scully smiled and grabbed the requested chocolate bar from the bowl beside the door and walked into the living room behind Mulder. She tossed it to Jo and flopped down into the arm chair again. Thornton caught the chocolate just as Mulder arrived at her feet. She smiled at him and pulled her legs closer to her. Mulder sat down on the other end of the couch and Jo deposited her feet onto his lap. "Thanks," she said. "You're just what I needed." Mulder glanced at her. "Glad to be of service." "So Mulder," Scully said. "What's going on?" Her partner shrugged, slipping his coat off. "Nothing," he said. "Just coming by to say hi. My building isn't the most festive when it comes to Hallowe'en which is a shame. Anyone who doesn't like this day should be sh-- ow!" Mulder cast a furious glance at Jo who just smiled at him. "Watch where you're putting those feet huh?" Thornton's face fell suddenly innocent. "Oh, was that *you*?" In an effort to get back at her, Mulder reached over and pinched her behind her knee. "Ow!" she cried, pulling her feet off him and tucking them close. "You don't like Hallowe'en?" he asked her. "No," Jo scowled at him, rubbing her leg. "Why not?" "What is with you two?" she asked, exasperated. "Can't I not like a day of celebration without one of you jumping on me?" Scully smiled at her friend's frustration. "So *why* don't you like it then?" she asked. "I told you already. I think it's a sad excuse for people to stuff themselves full of unheathy... crap." "So is Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or Easter," Mulder told her. Jo stood and walked over to the door and picked out a few bars from the bowl of treats. "But those are days that there's reason to celebrate. Hallowe'en's for what?... Dead people. Excuse me if I don't get too hyperactive over that one." She walked over to the couch and sat a safe distance from Mulder. "Besides... You don't even get a day off for it." Dana brought a hand to her mouth and raised her eyebrows. "That's a pretty good point." "Thank you." Thornton looked over at Mulder who was smiling at her. "What?" she asked, taking a bite of a Kit Kat. His eyes flicked to Scully, then back to Jo. "You know, for someone who thinks Hallowe'en is for gluttons, you're sure eating a lot of those chocolate bars." Jo stopped chewing and looked at the chocolate in her hand. She leaned over the side of the couch and looked at the mound of wrappers beside her; hearing Dana begin to giggle. She straightened and stared at Mulder; who's eyebrows were raised and a stupid grin across his face. She swallowed. "Yeah, well..." she thought for a minute. "I just didn't want it to get wasted." "Oh please," Mulder said, leaning back against the couch. "Now see?... You didn't even need to go out for Hallowe'en and you're already succesfully full of crap." ============== THE END October 31, 1996 ============== "You think about this all day, all night?" "No. I usually obsess about chocolate." --George and Sam in Profiler "Unholy Alliance" "Creativity is sparked by the need for something to do when there's already something to do." --The Warfarine Dealer's motto Thank y'all... Just needed to air that out... "If Ratboy comes back... I guess that's okay... I just can't wait to see how they kill him again." --me Question of the Week: If you took the wings off a fly, would it be called a walk? Fun Things to do in an Elevator: Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering: "Shut up, dammit, all of you just shut UP!" Death to Roborat!! >:-)