Captain Morgan by Jennifer Farrell





The angels, devils, nuns, nurses, and animals were all well 

past drunk at this point. The room was vibrating with 

bubbling laughter, horrible music, and the sickening scent 

of a perfume department. He pulled at his eye patch again 

and tried to loosen up. The room had seemed much bigger 

earlier, now the wallpaper was peeling with the heat. He 

could see her red hair bobbing in and out of his vision as 

he skirted around the drunken masses, his eyes like lasers. 

She laughed. At least she was having fun; the room seemed 

to be getting hotter every second to him. Then as if on cue 

the crowd parted and he saw her, in ER scrubs, laughing at 

some joke, her cheeks flushed with the temperature of the 

room. He moved toward her, and when he was a few feet away 

saw why they had told him not to try. Agent Mulder stared 

at him, almost piercing through him, looked down at Scully 

and then leaned down and whispered something else that made 

her laugh. Agent Mulder smiled at her, then gave him a sly 

smile, and turned so that Dana Scully was now out of his 

vision.