Date: November 3, 2000
From: CorrineLS@socal.rr.com
Author: Lakota
Title: Smug Intentions
Categories: RH (Humor, MSR)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Tiny reference to Unnatural
Archive: Spooky's yes, else just email me the URL and
Keep headers attached.
Summary: It was a good idea, until Scully came home
Disclaimer: Fox Mulder and Dana Scully from the X-files
are the sole property of Chris Carter, Fox
broadcasting and 1013 Production. I am just
borrowing them for a bit.
Note: To all that have read my previous stories, Chocolate
Temptation, Ducking the Issue, Dribble It, Just a Little Bit
you will be aware that my beta reader sets me these
assignments. She gives me one word and I'm to write a 500
word story from the word. Her motto-less words will say more.
So with that in mind-my word for this assignment is:
Hot Water Bottle. Enjoy the read!
Thanks: Again to all my cyber friends and the constant
encouragement that is given to me by them. Char for the
great idea, and Triton for the patience and trust in that
you have in me.
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SMUG INTENTIONS
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"I can't believe I agreed to do this for Scully," Mulder
moped, entering her apartment. "My fish cope longer than four
days, why can't her plants go without being watered." He
stomped like a spoiled child, grabbing the two violet potted
plants from her bedroom. He took them into the bathroom,
placing them in the tub while he looked around for a cup to
water the plants.
Looking under the cupboard, a flash of ingenuity hit him. "I
wasn't called MacGyver by Arthur Dales for nothing," he said,
retrieving two hot water bottles, along with a ball of yarn, a
hammer and two nails. He stepped on the edge of the tub,
strategically nailing the yarn from one end of the tub to the
other. Once in place, he stepped down, went to the kitchen to
get a pitcher and filled it with water. Back in the bathroom,
he climbed up and filled the water bottles.
He then very carefully pierced tiny holes on each one. He
hopped down, his face beaming watching the drip, drip, drip of
water slowly falling onto the two potted plants.
He sauntered away from the tub, crossed his arms and grinned
as he admired his invention.
"Mulder, you are an absolute genius," he chuckled to himself.
"Now, I can go and catch the ballgame!"
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Two days later:
Mulder dragged himself back to Scully's apartment to perform
his 'duty'. "This is so silly," he thought to himself.
Smiling again at his small invention, he noticed the bottles
were dry. Again, he filled each rubber bottle.
"Gee, girls. Wish I could stay longer, but I've got to run,"
Mulder addressed the plants.
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Four days later:
"I am deathly ill, Mulder. My relaxing get-away was a total
disaster! I have horrible cramps right now and I'm PMS'ing big
time," she scowled at him, dragging her tired body into the
apartment. Flopping onto the couch, she rubbed her belly.
"Oh and Mulder, did you water my plants?"
"I did, Scully, watered them every day," he said smiling,
carrying her luggage in, closing the door with his heel.
"Mulder, I need some Midol and under the bathroom cupboard is
a water bottle. Can you fill it with hot water and bring it
to me?"
An instant panic transformed his face. "Water bottle, Scully,
are you sure that will help you?"
"Please, Mulder. You don't want to deal with a PMS'ing
woman." Mulder had to think quickly. Patch the holes with
tape, maybe.
Mulder raced to the bathroom, and was shocked at what he saw.
All the leaves of one plant had fallen off, and its dirt drier
than the Sahara Desert. The other plant was no longer in
existence. The water bottle had dislodged, landing on top of
the plant, breaking it completely.
"Oh, crap! I'll take care of this later," he muttered
nervously, taking the fallen water bottle and patching it with
scotch tape. He filled it up and returned to the living room.
"About time!" Scully growled. "My wish is that ALL men feel
this way just once."
"Here, Scully. Let me position it on you." He placed the
water bottle on her stomach, his face etched with mixed
compassion and fear. "I'll get the Midol."
Hurrying to the kitchen, he fetched the water and the
medication when he heard Scully's wrath.
"MULDER, WHAT THE HELL!"
Mulder raced back to Scully, his heart thumping wildly. Her
clothing was soaking wet.
"What did you do?" she snapped.
"What makes you think I did it. Are you sure the water bag
wasn't defective?" he lied.
She swung her feet to the floor and got up.
"Where are you going?" his stomach knotting, fear clearly
visible on his face as he watched her storm into the bathroom.
Mulder closed his eyes and held his breath.
Silence...
"MULDER!"
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