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Title: Male Bonding Summary: She'd always hoped the men in her life would get along, but maybe not this well... Note: Submitted for the IWTB List's Thanksgiving 155 Word Challenge (Challenge Element? Um, er: thanks.) No one expected Bill, Jr. and Mulder would get along quite so well. They'd always been at each other's throats. Obviously, no longer. "C'mon, do it, do it, DO IT!" "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes... YEAH!" Their passionate screams and anguished cries rang throughout the house. "Ah! So close, so close." "Oh! Oh! Yeah, grab it, grab it! Now go, go!" From across the Thanksgiving table, Maggie Scully ached for her daughter. For her part, Scully winced, but said simply, "I guess we should be thankful they're, um, getting along?" Secretly, she blamed herself for letting Mulder drink too much. Had that unlocked a hidden side to her partner? The men's cries resounded together now, building into a noisy, joyful paroxysm, resolving into muted laughter and, then, a terrible silence. Timidly, Scully ventured to open the door to the den. "Hey, guys. So, who's on top?" "Navy!" cried Mulder. "Go, Navy!" "Beat Army!" Bill bellowed. |