Title: Mishaps I: A Pair of UFOs
Author: Vesper (Regina)
Warnings: none
Category: SH
Summary: What do you get when you cross shoes and a FBI agent?
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not making any profit. Get off my back. Oops, sound a little angry there. Sorry. (Hanging my head abjectly.)
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What a day, thought Dana Scully as she sat down carefully at her desk. Nursing the cup of coffee she'd just retrieved, she contemplated that poster. I want to believe, in bold white capital letters across the bottom. A simple statement made ridiculous by the slightly flattened spherical, blurry object above a group of pine trees.

Scully smiled, despite the awful situations she'd found herself in that day. Especially at how that macaroni and cheese had turned her friend Kathy's blouse into an interesting imitation of a Monet painting. She'd apologized, profusely, yet she had taken a perverse pleasure at the look on Kathy's face. Just the memory of it was enough to make her laugh. Then she winced. Her shoes were killing her feet through pinch torture. She'd hoped to break them in today--bad idea. She reached down to take them off, and paused.

An outrageous thought had popped into her head. She smiled and it widened to a mischievous grin as she said, "Who cares?" She loosened them, then leaned back in her chair and kicked, sending the shoe flying. It hit the door to the office with a solid, satisfying thump.

"Yes! Goal!"

She smiled again, more devilishly this time, aimed, kicked, and sent the remaining to follow its companion...

...as the door opened...

...and the shoe hit her partner, Fox Mulder (to whom the improbable poster belonged) right between his eyes.

He fell like a stone dropped from the leaning tower of Pisa.

Scully stared in shock for a moment before rushing over to him, doctor instincts taking over.

He dazedly looked at her and said, "I'm not in heaven, am I?"

"Good, you're okay."

Her somewhat cold answer brought him back from where he'd been. He stood and rubbed his forehead.

"What was that, Scully?"

She held up the offending object. "My shoe. I'm sorry, Mulder. I was trying to unwind."

"In that case, feel free to launch your UFOs. Just warn me to duck, okay?"

"Sure, Mulder."