This story is (c) Copyright 2001 by Noelle Leithe. "The X-Files" universe, and all related characters and plot elements, are the property of FOX Broadcasting and 1013 Productions and are borrowed here without profit or intent for profit. ========== Closet By Noelle Leithe noelleleithe@comcast.net 100 words of Scully. R for language, vague spoilers through early Season 9. ========== Dammit. I swear this shirt fit day before yesterday. Stick another one in the back of the closet until I'm done breast- feeding, I suppose. If this keeps up, the only shirts I'll be able to wear will be Mulder's, and he's kind of busy using them. I guess. Somewhere. Dammit. I finally break into a C cup, and he's not even around to enjoy it. I can almost hear what he'd say. Some crack about coconuts, or double handfuls. I should take pictures. Only I wouldn't know where to send them. Dammit. I swore I wouldn't cry. Fucking hormones. =====END=====