Title: “A 3 A.M. Story” Author: Little Albatross (admin@littlealbatross.com) Date: July 22, 2003 Distribution: Master Sergeant, We Shall Not Forget, XFMU. Anyone else, please ask. Rating: PG – for streaking content Category: Doggett, Knowle, funny, Doggett/Scully, past hint at Doggett/Shannon, Knowle/Shannon Spoilers: Reference to “Roadrunners” Disclaimer: I do not own John Doggett, Knowle Rohrer, Dana Scully or Shannon McMahon. They belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and 20th Century FOX Broadcasting. Summary: Doggett and Knowle have a beer and talk… then comes a fun late night jog… Author’s Note: Warning, I love the movie “Old School” and Frank “The Tank” rocks! I was inspired one late night/early morning running on no sleep. The title of this story has nothing whatsoever to do with this story… it just happened to be the time I wrote it at. I hope you get a chuckle out of this… I sure as hell did, and I don’t know why… -------------------- Once upon a not so distant time ago, John Doggett was waxing his Harley Davidson when his Marine buddy, Knowle Rohrer, pulled up in the drive way. Knowle gets out of his black Mustang. He’s wearing jeans that show off his toned muscles. He’s also wearing a white T-shirt that is ripped… and it seems to be claw marks. Doggett gives him a strange look. “Hey man!” Doggett says as Knowle comes up to him. “What the hell happened to you?” Doggett asks. Knowle smiles a sly smile. “Women. That’s what happened.” Knowle vaguely answers with a smirk. “Yeah, tell me about it.” Doggett says. “Ooh, who’s the woman in your life?” Knowle says, rather intrigued. “She’s not really with me.” Doggett answers. “I… uh… actually think she’s a little out there.” “Out there? She’s not crazy is she?” Knowle asks. “No, not crazy.” Doggett says. “She doesn’t open up to anyone. She’s over protective and secretive, ya know?” “Huh.” Knowle says as he looks up at the hot blazzing son in the sky. “Got any beer?” “Yeah, inside.” Doggett motions towards his house and he and Knowle go in. In the kitchen, Doggett hands Knowle a cold beer. Both men open their cans and take a good chug. “You still haven’t explained what happened to your shirt.” Doggett states. “Shannon was in town… we uh… well.. ya know.” Knowle answers with a smirk. “Still a wild one, huh?” Doggett asks. “Well, you know Shannon…” Knowle smiles. “So tell me, John. Who is this woman you like? Is she hot?” “Hell yeah.” Doggett says. “She seems smart. Although she ran off to investigate a case alone and got into some trouble with some religious cult.” “That’s not good.” “Yeah. Anyway, I’m not sure if she’s interested in me. More than a friend that is.” Doggett says. “I think she and our boss have somethin’ goin’ on behind the Director’s back.” “Sounds interesting, and would explain why she doesn’t open up and why she’s so secretive.” Knowle states. “Maybe.” They move into Doggett’s living room and sit on the couch. Several hours and beer cans later… NASCAR is on and Doggett and Knowle are laughing. “She really attacked you?” Doggett says half laughing and half in shock. “Yeah.” Knowle says, showing him his T-shirt that has been ripped. “She couldn’t resist me. Apparently I’m one hot french fry.” Knowle and Doggett both gulp down the rest of their beer. They sit in silence for a beat. “Hey, you wanna go streaking?” Knowle asks. “Sure.” Doggett agrees. They both get up off the couch with a few drunken stumbles here and there, and take off all their clothes. Doggett opens his door. “After you.” Doggett says to Knowle. Knowle runs out the door, followed by Doggett. It is at this precise moment that Dana Scully comes driving down the road and sees Doggett and Knowle streaking down Doggett’s street. She pulls up next to them. “John?” Scully asks in complete shock that it is Agent Doggett streaking. “Oh hey! What’s up?” Doggett says with a sexy drunken slur in his manly voice. “I’ve been trying to call you, Agent Doggett.” Scully says. “Oh, that must have been the ringing we heard.” Knowle says to Doggett rather loudly, as if he’s talking to a deaf person. “Yeah.” Doggett says. “Agent Doggett, are you drunk?” Scully asks, knowing very well that the answer is ‘yes’. “Nope, we’re just havin’ some fun goin’ streakin’.” Doggett says very slurred. “How about you get yourself home, ok?” Scully says. “Sure thing, babe.” Doggett says. He starts to head back to his house. “Oh, and Agent Doggett!” Scully calls back at him. He stops and turns around to face her. “I wouldn’t have noticed by looking at you that it was a cold night if it weren’t for your breath in the air.” Scully winks at him and drives off, knowing he won’t remember what she said tomorrow at work. Knowle runs up to him. “Now she’ll definitely be noticin’ you now, eh Johnny!” Knowle says with a drunken slur as he pats him on the back and runs back to the house. Doggett stands in the street smiling as Scully drives away. Who wouldn’t notice him after this night… THE END. -------------------- Love it? Hate it? Let me know! admin@littlealbatross.com