The Thanksgiving
Disclaimer: The following are my thoughts but not my 
characters. I did not create them- Chris Carter did. I make NO 
money of of this. I'm just a fan trying to enjoy the show. Please 
don't sue me. 
Type Fanfiction: Humorous; Noromoish but overall non-
offensive to all types of X-Philes. 
Rating: PG 
Status: Finished 
Author: Erin McCoy 

5:02pm 
The Basement Office Of F.B.I. Agents Mulder and Scully 
Two Days Before Thanksgiving 
"So what are you doing for Thanksgiving, Mulder?" 
"Since my father was shot, my sister is dead of unexplained 
means, and my stupid-ass mother fried her brains in an oven I'll 
be spending Thanksgiving on my couch some turkey T.V. 
dinners and watch my new ‘Babes Of The Bedroom video'. 
Frohike, Byers, and Langly invited me over to their place to pick 
apart ‘Star Wars: The Phantom Menace' and plan how to rid the 
world of Jarjar Binks but I declined. Care to join me at my 
place, Scully?" 
"Ahhh...No Mulder. I think not. Not only is that one of the 
saddest ways I've ever heard to spend a day, let alone 
Thanksgiving...," 
"Oh and you think nit picking Star Wars is a better use of one's 
time?" 
"Hey at least then you'd be around other people," 
"Yeah...scary ones though," 
"You're the one who has them for friends so I'd watch what I 
say," 
"Yeah... :::clears throat::: But...hummm...All jokes aside- what's 
so important that you couldn't come over and keep a lonely guy 
company on Thanksgiving? You said you wanted to do more 
charity work. Here's the perfect chance to start," 
"Funny, Mulder. Unfortunately, I have a life and a family. I'm 
going to my mom's for Thanksgiving," 
"That sounds nice," 
"Yes, I think it will be. The whole family will be there and if I 
want to get there on time I have to go now. Bye Mulder," 
"Have a good time," 
"I will, thanks," 
:::Scully begins to head out of office but something causes her 
to turn around:::Mulder is now turned slightly away from her 
with a far off look on his face, gazing at something:::Scully 
follows his gaze to a picture of his sister on his desk::: 
"I'm gonna hate myself in the morning for doing this," She 
mumbles as she walks back up to Mulder's desk. 
"Mulder..." 
:::Mulder snaps back to reality::: 
"What?" 
"Mulder...Would you like to come and spend Thanksgiving at 
my mom's?" 
"Scully, I don't want to intrude-" 
"You wouldn't be intruding. Lord knows my mom loves you and 
would be more than happy to have another person to fuss 
over," 
"Yeah, but what about the rest of your family?" 
"I promise to make my brother, Bill, behave. Just don't 
antagonize him, okay?" 
"I don't know, Scully. I've got a bad feeling about this," 
"Come on Mulder! Its not like you've got anything better to do!" 
"Thanks for pointing out that pathetic fact," 
"Mulder, what's the worst that can happen?" 
"I'd rather not think about that, Scully" 
"Mulder, I am leaving now! Are you coming or not?" 
:::Mulder sighs::: 
"Okay, lets go," 
"Mulder, you're acting like I'm leading you to death," 
"You very well may be," 
"Shut up," 
:::Mulder gets up from chair, grabs trench coat, locks up the 
office, and follows Scully out of building::: 
6:36pm 
Two Days Before Thanksgiving 
Margaret Scully Residence 
Baltimore, Maryland 
:::Mulder and Scully exit Scully's 1998 red Mercury 
Sable:::Each one is carrying a suitcase::: 
"Great. Everyone is already here. We would've been on time 
Mulder if you hadn't taken so much time packing," 
"Hey, I want to look my best for your brother. If he wants to 
sling mud at me the least I can do is give a nice, clean target to 
aim for," 
"Now that's enough! If you say anything like that once we get 
inside, I swear to God, Mulder I'll kill you!" 
:::Margaret Scully (Dana Scully's mother) comes out on to the 
porch to greet Mulder and Scully::: 
"Dana! Oh honey, I was getting worried! Where have you 
been?" 
"Sorry about that, Mom. There was a lot of traffic all the way 
over," 
"I'm just glad everything's okay, Honey. I'm so happy that you 
could make it. Hello Fox," 
"Hi Mrs. Scully," 
"I was a little surprised when Dana called to ask if it was okay to 
bring you along," 
"I hope I'm not putting you out, Mrs. Scully," 
"Heavens no! You're very much welcome here. My house is 
your house for the next few days," 
:::A slightly embarrassed smile creeps across Mulder's 
face(he's not used to having someone make this much of a 
fuss over him)::: 
"Thanks, Mrs. Scully," 
"Well, you two don't just stand out in the cold! Get inside!" 
:::Mrs. Scully hurries Mulder and Scully inside::: 
6:39pm 
Two Days Before Thanksgiving 
Inside Margaret Scully Residence 
"Now, Dana, you're going to be rooming with me. Tara, Bill, and 
baby, Jason will take one guest room and Fox, you and Charlie 
will be in the other. Dana, you know where my room is, so just 
drop your stuff off in their. Fox, Dana can show you to your 
room while she's up there. Just put your stuff on the clean 
looking bed," 
"Jason, no! Don't do that! The mashed potatoes aren't for 
throwing!" 
"Oh crud. Sounds like Jason's finding new uses for his dinner. 
Go put your stuff away while I try to help Tara stop Babe Ruth 
in there. Dinner should be ready around 7:00pm." 
:::Mrs. Scully hurries into kitchen::: 
"Come on, Mulder," 
"Coming, Dear," 
"Funny." 
:::Mulder and Scully make their way upstairs::: 
"So, Scully- you didn't tell me about this Charlie, Tara, and baby 
Jason. Who are they?" 
"Charlie's my younger brother, Tara is Bill's wife, and Jason is 
Bill and Tara's little boy," 
"I didn't know you had another brother," 
"He lives in California. He doesn't get out here much so I rarely 
see him," 
"Ahhh...Well since I'm rooming with him I hope he's not like Bill," 
"No, he and Bill aren't anything alike," 
"That's some welcome news," 
:::Mulder follows Scully to one of the spare bedrooms upstairs::: 
"Here you go Mulder. Home sweet home for the next few 
days," 
"Thanks," 
:::Scully nods and heads down a hall in the other direction and 
disappears into one of the other rooms:::Mulder stands outside 
his room for a few moments, then finally gets up the courage to 
go in:::He is greeted by the site of two beds- one unmade, 
covered with papers, books, and a lap top computer; the other 
made and spotlessly clean::: 
"Hello?" 
"Hey!" 
:::Mulder starts a little at the response:::He looks around the 
room for the voice's source to no avail:::Finally, Mulder turns 
around to find a shorter and better looking version of Bill Jr. 
standing behind him::: 
"You must be Mulder," 
"Yeah, I am," 
"Charles Scully. Happy to make your acquaintance, Mulder," 
:::Charles sticks out his right hand to shake Mulder's:::Mulder 
doesn't seem to notice the gesture and pushes past Charles into 
the room::: 
"My friends and family call me Charlie. What's your name, 
Mulder?" 
"Mulder," 
"No, I mean what's your first name. Dana would only tell me 
your last name. For some odd reason she refused to tell me 
your first name. Do you know why?" 
"Because I prefer to be called by my last name," 
"Oh come on, Mulder. You can't really expect me to call you by 
your last name," 
"Works just fine for everyone else," 
"Oh I see. Mr. Man O' Mystery. Okay, I'll play along," 
"Okay...whatever," 
:::Mulder walks over to the clean bed::: 
"I'm guessing this bed's mine," 
"Yeah. I mean if you want it you can have my bed," 
"No. That's okay. You look like you're pretty well settled in 
already," 
:::Charlie takes a seat on his bed and watches Mulder as he 
begins to unpack::: 
"Soooo...You've my big sister's partner. Special Agent Mulder! 
F-B-I!!!" 
:::Charlie lets out long, loud laugh::: 
:::Mulder glances up from his unpacking looking more than a 
little annoyed::: 
"Yeah..." 
"From what Dana's told me, you two are in a very exciting line 
of work. Going after "The Bad Guys", huh?" 
"Sure..." 
"Well, I mean your work seems more interesting than mine," 
"What do you do?" 
"I'm a musical composer," 
"What kind of music do you compose?" 
"Elevator music," 
"Oh...that sounds......neat" 
"It is actually. Did you know that the most listened to type of 
music is elevator music?" 
"No...I ahh didn't," 
"So...do you carry a gun?" 
"Yes, I usually do. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring it with me," 
"Oh that's too bad," 
"Yes, it is," Mulder grumbles under his breath as he returns to 
his unpacking. 
"Well, I'm sure we're gonna get along great, Mulder. Just think- 
we get to spend the next four days together. Who knows- 
maybe we'll become best of friends!" 
"Oh yeah...that sounds great," 
"Dinner's ready!!!" 
"We better get down there. Mom, gets ticked if we're late for 
dinner," 
"I'll be down in a few minutes," 
"Okay, but hurry. I'll save you a spot at the table next to me," 
:::Charlie heads down to dinner, leaving Mulder by himself 
upstairs::: 
"Now I really wish I'd remembered my gun," Mulder says to 
himself as he goes down to dinner. 
The End 
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