Title:  159 Words, OR The Shortest 'One Room Left' Story
Author:  Shadowlurker
E-mail:  shadowlurker@home.com
Rating:  PG, I guess
Classification:  SHR (can't we get some letters that spell out an interesting acronym?) 
M/S UST;  Parody...I hope. Badfic? Probably.
Spoilers:  Nothing specific...just vague allusions to "Pusher" and certain remnant of
"Never Again"
Summary: Last motel room left for hundreds of miles.  Long, tiring day...you know the
scenario.  (Hey, if they can do it-"Rain King"-why can't we?  Oops.  Does that count
as a spoiler?)  Oh, and a cliffhanger ending.  Or maybe that's an excuse for no ending.
Disclaimer:  Any resemblance these characters bear to any person, living, dead or
fictional would be truly miraculous. No one in their right mind would ever give me
custody of Mulder or Scully; so they still belong to CC, 1013 and Fox. Hmmphh.
Note:  If there is any common thread to these stories besides "The Shortest..." it must
be the "I can't believe I'm doing this" thread.  For any of you who are worried, and in
anticipation of hate-mail, I promise to go back to lurking in the shadows and never try
writing again. Maybe. And I mean no disrespect to any writers; isn't parody the
sincerest form of flattery?  Something like that...


159 Words, OR The Shortest 'One Room Left' Story
by Shadowlurker

It was a long day.  Their case was going nowhere.  Mulder lost another phone. Scully
hadn't let him hear the end of it all day.  He figured she was entitled, since the phone
was hers.  They wouldn't issue him anymore phones for some reason.  Now, how to
tell her they had to share a room? 

"It's the last room for miles."

Scully only raised an eyebrow at this.  "That wasn't so bad," Mulder thought. They
entered the room.

"Only ONE bed?!"

"I'll sleep on the floor." Mulder used his sad puppy look, because he'd rather sleep
with Scully.

"No, we're *both* tired.  Just don't snore."

He decided *not* to say "If you don't drool."

"I heard that."

'Oh yeah,' Mulder thought, 'damned silent communication.'

After Chinese food and pizza, they fell into bed exhausted.  Mulder thought, 'I know
they call her the Ice Queen, but I wonder if she'd show me her tattoo, if I asked...'

"I heard that."


**END**

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