Title: Christmas Present
Author: Dantzi Jean
E-mail: phantom_lass@hotmail.com
Rating: G
Timeline: X-mas time!
Archive: Anywhere and drop me a line letting me know where.
Disclaimer: Everyone knows that they don't belong to me I am just using
them to amuse myself and delve into the minds of my readers and characters. 
CC and company own them.
Classification: S, MSR (a tad), a little bit of humor, V, Scully POV
Summary: Mulder gives Scully a Christmas present and it's alot of fun for
him. HEHE!
Feedback: Please, tell me what you think.
Author's Note: Okay people this is going to be just a little fluffy piece,
but it's inspired by actual events. Thank you dear, you know who you are.

 

Christmas Present


The box was sitting closest to the tree. It stands out in my mind as
the only one wrapped in newspaper. I laugh at the thought that Mulder would
wrap my present in newspaper. It just fits. My father would wrap everything
in newspaper when I was little, one year Bill got so mad about it, he
re-wrapped everything in regular wrapping paper.

It just sat there through all the cooing of everyone else's presents,
but I remember Mulder's words the night before, "You can't open it until
I'm there." He told me in an admonishing tone. I watch the happy faces of the
people around me as they open gifts and then thank the responsible party
for the gift. But always in the back of my mind sits the newspaper wrapped box.

It's a rather large box, at that. He shouldn't have done something
like that. Frankly, I wasn't expecting anything from him at all, this year.
My curiosity was nagging at my insides, wonder what could be in this box.
The anticipation of the mystery present was the most alluring thing.

Finally, the doorbell rang and I stood to answer the door to him. Most
of the family was gone by this time. Tara and Bill claiming the fact that
they had to get home to put little Matthew to bed and Mom fell asleep in my
bed from exhaustion of the night before.

I answered the door and was very happy to see him on this day. He
walked in a little nervously, and I led the way to the living room where
the tree and the mystery present lay. I grabbed the box, grateful that he was
here to assuage my curiosity.

He grabbed a chair from the dining room and sat in it. I sat facing him
on the floor.

"Wait, you have to sit with your back to me." He said noticing that I
was about to tear off the paper.

"Why?" I asked him a little curious at this strange request.

"Just do it, Scully." he said.

I thought it better to comply with this request then to sit and wonder
about it for the next half-hour. So, I sit with my back resting against his
chair and just look at the box that I am about to tear to shreds. I love
that about presents, just looking at them with the paper wrapped tightly
around them, hiding unforeseen joys and smiles inside.

I tear off the newspaper still smiling at the memory and irony of it.
The box beneath is like a box one would receive in the mail. It has thick,
clear tape on the top and bottom. I make a move to rip the tape from the
top of the box, when Mulder stops me.

"There should be a little blue piece of paper on the side. You have to
read that first."

I look for the paper and find it in a hiding place nearly inside the
box. I open the little slip of paper and read:

DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER
IT STARTS. GO ON.

The little note read accompanied by a smiley face in the center.
Intrigued by this little note I rip the tape from the sides of the box
to be confronted by millions of pieces of styrofoam peanuts.

"Peanuts?" I say giving the man behind me a quizzical look.

"Go on. There's more." he says encouraging me.

I push aside the little peanuts and am confronted by another box. A
shoe box this time. I find another note, taped to the top of the box.

OKAY. SO I'M HALF A SIZE OFF
FINALLY A PAIR OF SHOES HUH?
MAYBE? GO ON.

"Mulder what is this?" I say as I find the smaller box inside the shoe
box.

"Read the note." Is all he says, as I find it on the side of the box.

MY O MY O MY!
COULD ID BE A RADIO?
LET'S FIND OUT SHALL WE?

IT reads as I look at the box which at one time or another held a small
radio. Somehow, I could guess that this Is not what I think it is. I open
the radio box to find another little white box contained within. I
recognize the box from the present I had given him a few days ago. I had 
given him a pair of brightly colored toe socks as a gag gift. I am now 
smiling, and though I can't see Mulder, I can tell he is probably smiling 
at the ridiculous sight I am making. I find another little blue note 
attached to the top of the box.

REMEMBER THIS?
COULD IT BE SOCKS?
KEEP GOING

By this time I am thinking that Mulder was just a little ADD when
planning this fiasco. I open the box to find a box of what, at one time
contained playing cards. I look the box over, suspecting a plot of some
kind. He must have had fun doing this, I think wryly.

I KNOW YOU DON'T LIKE CARDS. SO??
KEEP GOING

Says the mischievous blue note that I keep finding everywhere. I open
this box and wonder what kind of box he had come up with this time. I pull
out a multitude of blue tissue paper and begin unwrapping it, feeling a
tiny object in between my second and third fingers.

I laugh aloud when I discover that the object was a lead container for
a mechanical pencil. Another little blue note has been forcefully pushed
inside of it. Okay, I thought, this has got to be the smallest box, so what
is going on here. I pull the note from it's resting place and read it.

LOOK BEHIND YOU

I obey the little note and glance in Mulder direction to find his face
barely inches from my own with a wicked smile on his lips and a very
mischievous gleam in his eyes. I look down to his hands to find a small
black box surrounded by a red ribbon.

"Merry Christmas, Scully." He says before I can say anything. At this
point, I'm not sure if I want to cry or just laugh until I do cry. I
pull at the red ribbon and open the box. Inside sits a tiny silver locket 
in the shape of a heart. I stare at it in wonder. I glance about me to 
find the myriad of boxes and paper and little blue notes. The only reaction 
I can think of is laughter.

Suddenly, a bright light flashes just in time for me to look up to see
Mom with a small camera in her hands, and a bright smile on her face. I
glance once again behind me and smile at the man who would bring me this
joy.

"Merry Christmas, Mulder." Is all I say.

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The End