Title:  Bless us Scully, for We Have Sinned
Author:  Catmom
Category:  V
Rating:  PG, but a pretty G-PG
Spoilers:  Three of a Kind
Keywords:  MSR
Summary:  The Gunmen try to apologize.
Disclaimer:  The X Files and its characters belong to Chris Carter and a few
 other folks.  Let's hope their mothers taught them to share.
Archive:  Well, if CC can share, so can I.  Just please tell me where so I c
an go visit.
Feedback:  Always welcome to Momof4cats@aol.com
Thanks:  To Lisa -- for your wisdom.
Much Love and Thanks:  To Amanda, without whom my life would not contain the
 happiness that Special Agents Mulder and Scully ... and Fox and Dana ... ha
ve brought me.


I had barely fallen back asleep again when we got our wake up call from the
front desk, announcing that it was seven in the morning.  I didn't know that
 someone as small as Frohike could have such a loud snore.

We had agreed before we came out to Las Vegas to try and keep our expenses d
own.  So we conceded to sleeping in the same room.  Frohike and Langley slep
t in the same bed, which meant that I was fortunate enough to sleep by mysel
f.

Of course, I would have rather been sleeping with Susanne.  

But she's off to a better life now.  I just hope she'll be happy as Elizabet
h Biggs.  What a name.  I wondered who came up with that.

Within the hour, Frohike, Langley and I had all "Shit, showered and shaved"
and were headed down to breakfast when I had an idea.  We had tricked Scully
 into thinking that Mulder had called her, and got her to fly to Vegas on a
moment's notice. (I didn't want to think what the airfare was, although I'm
sure Mulder will make us pay for it) I thought the least we could do was buy
 Scully breakfast before we all headed back east.  

"What is Scully's room number, again?  8 ... 0 ... what?" I asked Frohike.  

He had had a crush on her since the day Mulder brought her to meet us six ye
ars ago.  He would certainly remember her room number.  And birthdate.  And
social security number.  And probably her maternal grandmother's maiden name
.

"809," Frohike shot back, as the elevator opened up and we exited onto the e
ighth floor.  He led the way down the hall, stopping at the door across from
 the vending and ice machines.  I knew from experience that the noise those
things made seemed ten times as loud in the middle of the night.  I wondered
 if she got any sleep at all.

Of course, she didn't have to put up with Frohike's snoring.

I looked at my watch.  It was a few minutes after eight.  I was pretty sure
that she'd be awake.  After all, it was after ten already in Washington, D.C
.  

Washington, D.C.  

I was sure that Scully had already called Mulder and discovered our ruse.  I
 was wondering what hell we were going to pay.  From each of them.  On each
of us.

Summoning up all bravery reserves, I knocked on the door.

"mmmmWho is it?" Scully's voice grumbled out.

She wasn't awake.

"Scully, it's John Byers," I answered meekly.

"What do you want?" she asked, still groggy.

"We were... "

"Good morning, Agent Scully," Frohike popped in, full of his version of char
m.

"mmmmMorning, Frohike."

"May I ... and my colleagues ... have the pleasure of taking you to breakfas
t this morning?" he asked hopefully.

I loved how Frohike made my idea sound like his.

"Just a minute, guys," Scully said.  

We heard the bed crinkling, and the sound of feet scuffling to the door. The
 chain came off the door, the deadbolt was turned, and the door opened slowl
y.  
 
I was hoping that Scully was wearing pajamas or a robe at least.  Answering
the door in her underwear or less would send Frohike ... and probably Langle
y ... into gaga land.

When the door was opened, we looked into the dark eyes of ... Special Agent
Fox Mulder.  He was wearing his blue jeans ... barely.  I noticed that the z
ipper wasn't all the way to the top.  And I don't think he was wearing anyth
ing underneath.  But then, I didn't want to look that close or that long.

"Gentlemen," he started in a low voice, "you got some 'splainin' to do."  Gu
ess that was his imitation of Ricky Ricardo.  

"But not now!"

He slammed the door in our faces.

We were stunned silent for a moment, until we heard Mulder yell, "Geronimo!"=
  Scully shrieked, and the bed started making noises again.

Langley and I cracked up.  Frohike looked like he was about to cry.

When Scully started laughing Mulder's name, I suggested to the guys that we
exit stage left.  

As we scurried down the hallway back to the elevator, I knew that soon I'd h
ave to explain the whole story to Mulder.

But I grinned when I realized he'd probably be in a good mood when I told hi
m.


Fini

Author's note:  It's sometimes amazing what pops into your head when you sho
uld be working.