From drbambi12@aol.com Fri May 23 19:04:05 1997 Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative Subject: My parents ( 1/1 ) From: drbambi12@aol.com (DrBambi12) -------- Title: My parents Author: Allison Category: A little MSR, humor Rating: G Spoilers: none Distribution: Anywhere Newsgroup: alt.tv.x-files.creative Disclaimer: The X-Files and everything in relation to it belongs to Chris the Carter, 1013 productions, and Fox. I am using them to twist reality, and just have fun. No infringement is intended. Summary: A little story about a girl named Samantha, and career day at her school. And what she thinks about her parents... ****************************************** Authors note: This is a story I thought up while on the train. What if the strange and unlikely ever happened, and Mulder and Scully ever had a kid? Yikes! The fanfic oppurtunities! God, this story is sheer and pure fun, and is highly unlikely to ever happen on the XFiles, thank the lord! I wrote it from Samantha point of view. I tried to figure out what it would be like. I made her 13 years old at the time. Oh, and pardon me, but my spelling is that of a 9 year old. It's wierd. I try to make me fanfic readable though. Enjoy! ************************************* Parents of a strange sort By: Allison ( DrBambi12@aol.com ) Samantha rolled her pencil back and forth over her notebook. The day was progressing so slowly, every minute droaned by at a antagonising pase. Career day. God! A stupid invention developed by the slowly diminshing work force, looking for young minds to bend into embarking on the exciting carrer of "such and such". She sighed. She had no idea why the school ever tried to force them into liking this. To some, it was a fly by substitute for Algebra, for her, it was the intellectual equivilent of a root canal. The line up had been established. Linda Falcon's mom the secritary, then one of the 7th grade teachers, then Malcom Sheen's dad the sugeon, than Melissa Manners mom, the biochemist, and the list goes on. She had her heart set on being a writer, and conisidentally, there was a soul in this building that had any experience with publications. Today was mainly a waste of time, where students escorted by their over-eager employed parents to school. At that moment, she silently reminded herself, to never set foot in a school after she wasn't required to. She groaned remembering the issues of parents confrences, bake sales, and soccer games. "Maybe I'lll never have kids" she told herself, under the back ground noise of passing students in the hall outside. Her homeroom teacher was just glowing with anticipation, it was like she had never seen adults other than teachers before. Samantha caught herself being bitter, and sighed again. She was making too big of a deal about this. Today wasn't her favorite day for another reason. HER parents. She smiled bluntly at the fact that she had cleverly disposed of the notice that she was instructed to bring home. She had prayed to god that Mrs. Cleaborn didn't call and ask them to come, being law ennforcement and all. They were FBI agents, but to her, that was just not at all interseting. Yeah, sure, she tried to put herself in the shoes of the other students. They would be full of questions. "Do you carry a gun?" and the ever popular "Can I see your badge?" She mentally scolded herself. She was being as negeitive as possible, on purpous. There was something in her gut, that told her that she wished they were there. "No" she thought. "it's better that they're not." She slammed her notebook shut, and stopped figeting with her pencil. When her parents did come to school, they looked normal, but even then, she carried out her respected duty as a teenager, and became embarrassed to the highest, possible extent. She didn't do it on purpous, but she did it so, unconciously. When she was little, she considered her parents the coolest people on earth, as did every other 5 year old on the planet. Parents are your idols when your little. She would go around telling everyone they worked for the FBI. Even to the less "advanced" kids, who just stared blankly at her, wondering what her parents had to do with the alphabet... But maybe, her parents weren't THAT bad. They were after all her parents, she wasn't supposed to see them as humans. She smiled. Nobody between the ages of 9-18 saw there parents as humans. Samantha slid back into her seat, a little more comfertabley, and stared out the window. Them being at school, and telling everyone about their profession, on the other hand, would be a differnet story. She never once in her life questioned her dad's belief in extraterrstrials. He had told her about almost everything, and even though she knew how strongly he believed, some of it still left her confused. There was alot that had happened in his life, and in her mom's but, she understood that some of it was hard to explain to your daughter. Yet, she knew she was named after her dad's sister. There was too much to think about, so she tried not to think. Bringing them to school would probably be the wrong choice. She was pretty sure the kids in her class would get a load of the alien talk. Well, she wasn't exactly sure what they'd think. She wasn't sure what her PARENTS would say. She didn't know if they would even mention what field that actually investigated in. "Yeah, it's a better choice not having them here." she thought. Out of her friends that have met her parents, their responses were pretty much the same. They seemed normal enough. "Maybe, they are normal." she thought "They can't be" Actaully, at parents conferences, all the teachers say is how much she looks like her mom. Well, she has blue eyes and her mom's facial features, but I she has dark hair like her dad. And, she has her dad's height. Unforunately. She checked the clock. Almost time for period one. The day ahead looked long, and well, pretty boring. The bell rang. Everyone stood up and began moving out like live stock. She decided to try to forget about her parents for while. "Whatever, they are my parents. And they are FBI agents" she sighed and shuffled of down the hall. Not thinking about her anyone in particular, just school, and careers. ****************************************** Wasn't that interesting. Ha! I did that just cause I wanted to, not cause I thought it had a good plot, on the story was realistic, just cause I like to write stuff that is just FUN to write. Hope you enjoyed it! Email me, I love to talk! Allison