Title - Wish For - 3 of ?
Author - Lady Disdain
E-mail - The_Lady_Disdain@mailcity.com
Rating - R (Mary has a dirty mouth)
Category - 
Description - 
Summary - Be careful what you wish for...
Spoilers - None
Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully and their ensemble cast 
are owned by Fox. Characters of my own invention are 
owned by me. (Wow that even makes sense, I think.)
Note: In a feedback someone once asked me if I ever
sleep. Yes I do but at the rate I'm posting stuff it
kinda makes you wonder...My muse gets overtime pay.
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Wish For - 3 of ? by Lady Disdain 
<The_Lady_Disdain@mailcity.com>

"Be careful what you wish for
You may regret it
Be careful what you wish for
You just might get it"
 - Metallica

 Aren't knights in shinning armor supposed to save 
the damsels in distress? If these are my knights, I 
think I'm screwed. 

 One guy looks like a bible salesman. The other 
resembles the creepy school janitor a little too much 
for my liking.

 Langly introduces them as Byers and Frohike. Why the 
hell don't these people have first names? Its bad 
enough having to call my brother Langly.

 I have to tell them my entire story and my throat 
hurts so it isn't pleasant. The two look at 
one another. Byers says, "Let's go see Mulder." 
Great, another person with no first name. This has 
got to be a guy thing...

 They all nod and start heading out the door. Gee, I 
love it when people include me in the decision 
making.

 Parked next to our ride is this beat up old Geo with 
the license plate: EZ2 CIO. At least someone living 
in this dump has a sense of humor. ]

 Did I mention our ride is a VW bus? Langly must not 
be the *only* remnant from the sixties around here. 
God, its weird calling him that.

 I'm not even going to talk about what the ride over 
to Mulder's place was like. I'm trying to block it 
from my memory. Yeah, that bad.

 Anyway they drag me up a flight of stairs and knock 
on the door ofapartment number forty-two. I think I 
would kill for a bottle of Dayquil right about now. 
Ok not kill but maybe maul.

 My friend Claire (means clear, bright...Claire 
Langly perhaps?) once said, "Men are like wine, they 
get better with age." Of course she was talking about 
a guy *six* years older than us not twenty-five. But 
no matter, it certainly applied to the guy who 
answered the door anyway. Oh brother, what are you 
doing with a midget and a librarian when you can hang 
around this Mulder?

 I almost started giggling. That's right giggling. 
Jesus, way to go Mary, that's exactly how you show 
maturity, you giggle.

 I don't think he noticed though, he just beckoned us 
all inside. He was calling someone on the phone. I 
shamelessly listened in.

 "Scully, its me." Lord, another guy called by his 
last name, are these people in some kind of cult?

 "Yes I know how early it is. I'm sorry. I need you 
to stop by." Apparently this Scully guy is *not* a 
morning person.

"Sure, you can do some errands first. That's ok. 
Alright. See ya soon."

 So we all gathered round yet another kitchen table 
while I told my story. Luckily on the ride-from-hell 
we stopped to get some cough drops so my throat isn't 
as bad.

"So Mary, you're saying that a global corporation 
kidnapped you and brought you all the way to D.C. 
Why?"

I bit my lip, damn it was hard to think with those 
big brown eyes looking at me. Even though Frohike and 
Byers had just asked me that question it took me a 
minute to answer, "I think its because of my 
Affirmations."

"Affirmations?"

"Yeah you write a goal down fifteen times a day. The 
theory is that your brain emits chemicals that effect 
your surroundings. Through a series unrelated events 
your goal is suppose to come true."

"And this company kidnapped you because they want to 
harness your abilities."

I shrugged, "I guess. It certainly makes me 
important, doesn't it?" I leaned in closer across the 
table, "You know what?"

"What?"

"At the lab or whatever I was actually able to do the 
Affirmations thing without writing it down, I just 
thought it."

He sat back in his chair and thought for a moment, 
"Can you do me a favor?"

Oh god anything for you. "What is it?"

"I want you to do an Affirmation in your head right 
now."

I looked around the bare kitchen and got an idea. 
"Sure."

My brother and his friends talked about possible ways 
to protect me until they heard the front down open. 
The midget started fixing his hair all of a sudden. 
Strange.

Then I heard a woman's voice, "Hey Mulder, its me."

"Come in, Scully." 

 This lady allowed herself to be called Scully? 
What's wrong with these people? Why don't they have 
first names!? I was instantly jealous of her anyway.

 I heard her put her purse down and hang her coat up 
as she spoke, "You'll never believe it. I asked for a 
triple berry muffin at the bakery and they gave me 
two blue berry muffins. You want one--" She walked 
into the kitchen and stopped hand outstretched 
holding the muffin. Her eyes bugged a little. I don't 
think she expected us.

I stood up, "I'll take it." and winked at Mulder as I 
sat down. His jaw dropped. Ok, so maybe I didn't wish 
for Midas's hand but I was hungry damn it. Besides, 
blue berry muffins are my favorite.

"Ummm...Scully, this is Langly's sister, Mary."

She shook my hand and smiled, "Hi, I'm Mulder's 
partner."

 She either read my mind or my face because she 
immediately followed that up with, "at the FBI. We're 
partners at the FBI."

 Smooth Mary, real smooth.

 Anyway I had to tell my story again and this time I 
included the Affirmations thing *and* the muffin 
thing for a little bit of pinash. I could tell she 
didn't believe me. Not at all.

 After I finished she asked, "Mulder, can you come 
talk with me just for just a second." As she arched 
her eyebrows.

 Damn. I just got him in trouble. Sorry Mulder.

 That dwarf Frohike muttered, "You just met the 
lovely Dana Scully." So she *did* have a first name! 
Why don't they call her Dana? I think its a very nice 
name. (Dana Langly. Nah. I like Mary Mulder 
better...Yes I do realize I'm acting like I'm twelve. 
Its not like that was so long ago...) 

 To say that these people are odd would be an 
understatement. Then again, look at me, I'm the 
seeking the help of two off duty FBI agents and three 
conspiracy geeks to keep an international corporation 
from kidnapping me to harness my wish-making powers. 
Not exactly the normal summer activities of a fifteen 
year old.

 From what I could hear they were arguing. Lover's 
spat? Damn, that was just catty. Their trying to help 
me and I'm sitting here worrying about who's screwing 
who. Enough is enough. Of course that doesn't stop me 
from listening to their conversation.

 I could only hear scraps of it though, they were 
being too damn quiet.

"--completely unfounded--"

"--just trying to help--"

"--don't know--run away--"

"--believe Langly--"

"--Affirmation crap--"

"--but the muffin--"

"--fine. I'll--some tests--"

 They returned to the kitchen as I finished the last 
bits of my muffin. Mulder smiled at me and then 
turned to my brother and his friends, "Scully is 
going to take Mary to the hospital just to make sure 
she's ok.--" They kept on talking about some other 
stuff that I probably should listen to but I saw the 
basketball sitting on the shelf in the living room.

 I started bouncing it and doing some trick moves, 
probably waking up the neighbors, sucks to be them. I 
eventually worked my way around so I was facing the 
kitchen again. They were all staring at me.

"What?" I held my small hands up in the air, the 
right palming the ball as I grinned, "Just because 
I'm related to Langly doesn't mean I've never played 
a sport in my life."

 Mulder, Frohike, and Byers laughed. Scully rolled 
her eyes and Langly just fumed. He'll get over it 
with time.  

 Scully walked over to me and smiled, "Come on. We 
need to check you out a little, k?"

 We piled into her little sedan. Thank god she 
doesn't have bench seats. If she put her seat any 
closer she'd freaking *be* the steering wheel. Of 
course, I'm not as tall as Mulder but damn it I still 
need my leg room. 

 She's one of those really *good* drivers. She lets 
people into the lane, never goes over the speed 
limit, she's even patient with tailgaters. Its 
driving me crazy. 

 Although there's a plastic Jesus hanging from my 
parent's rear view mirror they still yell and scream  
at the driver's of other cars. I stopped trying to 
tell them years ago that the people couldn't hear 
them. They never listened and now I find their antics 
soothing. So Scully's careful driving is really 
unnerving.

 Shit. She's pulling onto the highway. I hate 
highways, you really don't run into many of them in 
Kansas. My knuckles go white as I grip the handle, 
she doesn't notice.

 We shoot the breeze. She asks me about basketball. I 
tell her I'm the enforcer on the varsity team. She 
looks at me funny so I explain.

 Because I'm so freakin lanky my knees and elbows 
stick out every which way when I run. So every time a 
girl gets jabbed by me the reff can't tell if its on 
purpose or not. Its not very nice but someone has got 
to do it.

 I ask her how long she's been working with Mulder. I 
wasn't really ready for the answer. Seven years? Lord,
you're not married yet?

 Oh crap I just said that out loud.

 She blushes and then ignores my unintended 
statement. I'll light a candle for her when I get 
home.

 She talks a little about their work. It sounds 
interesting. She tries to ask me some questions about 
my brother but I don't know the answers. Being apart 
for thirteen years does that to your brother FAQ.

 But I can explain one of her questions. I tell her 
how my parents were hippies when they named him Ringo 
and were (and are) born-again Christians when they 
named me. She says she thinks the name Mary is 
pretty. She gets a gold star for that.

 I ask her if that Frohike guy gives her the creeps 
too. She laughs and tells me its not so bad once you 
get to know him.

 When we got to the hospital she just flashed her 
badge and said the magic word, FBI. We got free reign 
of the facilities. 

 You would think then that it wouldn't be 
unreasonable to let me have a little fun, like 
letting me run down the hallway pushing a stretcher 
with an imaginary patient on it as I yelled "CODE 
BLUE!". Apparently it was and she told me I couldn't. 
I jokingly tell her, "Agent Scully, you are an ass."

 Instead I had to do a whole physical and get a MRI 
to make sure my kidnappers didn't do any harm. She 
made a phone call after my MRI but stepped outside 
the room so I couldn't hear. Grr.

 She came back in the room afterwards and I told me I 
was perfectly healthy (which I already knew) with the 
exception of a cold (knew that too) and some abnormal 
yet not malevolent functionings of the brains. That 
last one was a surprise. I could tell that the woman 
standing before me was a woman of science. She 
believed me now. Sort of.

 We were on the godforsaken highway again when she 
realized a black van was following us.
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Note: If anyone was wondering, "Agent Scully you are 
an ass.", was a reference to Much Ado About Nothing. 
Mary is actually a combination of several real life 
people I know. Be afraid, very afraid. <g>

Send feedback to: The_Lady_Disdain@mailcity.com
:-)

Other Works By Me: (Yes I realize I'm pimping my 
stories :-)
 
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1 part)
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(Complete, 1 part)
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