TITLE: "155 Words, or Laborious Exertions."

AUTHOR: Triton

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DATE: August 17th, 2000

CATEGORY: Humour.

RATING: PG.

SUMMARY: Is labour an act of love or just plain painful?

SPOILERS: Oh - Requiem, of course.

ARCHIVE: Sure, Fine, Whatever. Just let me know.

DISCLAIMER: X-Files, Mulder, Scully and all related characters belong to a

person called Chris Carter, and also Ten-Thirteen Productions and the Fox

Network.

I mean no infringement. Blah Blah Blah.

NOTES: at end

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She felt the urge and inhaled deeply. Her muscles were cramped and aching. Sweat dripped into her eyes.

"I want to push NOW!" she demanded, teeth gritting.

Frohike poked his head up over the arm of the couch. Worried eyes betrayed his nervousness.

"Just wait, Scully, until I am in a better position," he pleaded.

"I’m sick of waiting. You’re here, I’m here, let’s get this over and done with," she snapped impatiently. "If I don’t push now, this thing will never get out!"

Frohike clucked at her as he repositioned himself. "Just breathe," he chuckled.

A daggered glance ensued.

"OK, Scully, I’m ready. Push NOW."

She pushed hard, straining her weary muscles until movement was felt.

She sighed in relief as Mulder’s up-ended couch finally slipped through the tight constrains of the doorway, landing with a thump outside his apartment. Resting her extended belly on the leather armrest, she quipped, "Now for the stairs!"

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END.

Author’s Notes:

No reason for this one, it just came out of nowhere while I was thinking of balancing the accounts at work. Funny that!

These attempts at the 155 word genre are fun and quite challenging, I’d recommend the experience to anyone.