--- She switched on the light and sauntered into the room, her black high heels clacking on the floor. She smelled of vanilla, subtle but enticing. The light was switched on, the sandwich picked up and then she gasped. “Mulder! I thought you were in Philadelphia!”
Mulder leant back in his chair, his feet propped up on his desk, all casual air. “Philadelphia?” he said, trying to think of an excuse. “Where did you here that?”
She gave him a perplexed look. “From you. As you boarded the plane.”
“Oh, of course!” He heard a not so well hidden chuckle come from behind the TARDIS and scrambled off his chair. “Of course, didn’t I tell you? They didn’t need me, the sheriff that is, so I’ve come back early! Surprise!”
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ninetydegrees
Re: I like alternate realities.
on 2006-10-28 02:00 am (UTC)She switched on the light and sauntered into the room, her black high heels clacking on the floor. She smelled of vanilla, subtle but enticing. The light was switched on, the sandwich picked up and then she gasped. “Mulder! I thought you were in Philadelphia!”
Mulder leant back in his chair, his feet propped up on his desk, all casual air. “Philadelphia?” he said, trying to think of an excuse. “Where did you here that?”
She gave him a perplexed look. “From you. As you boarded the plane.”
“Oh, of course!” He heard a not so well hidden chuckle come from behind the TARDIS and scrambled off his chair. “Of course, didn’t I tell you? They didn’t need me, the sheriff that is, so I’ve come back early! Surprise!”