Headers at the bottom of the page.


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"You're not old, Mulder."

"I feel old." He flicked his wrist, tossing the letter onto the
table, then rolled his eyes when it overshot the edge and fluttered
to the floor.

He gestured towards the page.  "The Social Security Administration
wishes you a happy 60th birthday," he quoted, singsong, "and urges
you to plan for your 62nd birthday when you'll be eligible for
benefits."

He pivoted and headed towards the kitchen; Scully knelt to retrieve
the document as he groused.

"Maybe they want me to spend my 62nd birthday getting dentures..."

"Mulder." She took several steps toward him, brow furrowing as she
read the letter.

"...or new bifocals..."

"Mulder."

"...or maybe hearing aids should be my first purch-"

"MULDER."

He stopped and turned back, knowing that tone all too well.

"I think something else is planned for that birthday." She held out
the Social Security Administration letter, pointing out the signature
at the bottom.

Jeremiah Smith.

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TITLE: 155 Words X: Mulder and Scully, 10-13-2021
AUTHOR: Forte
E-MAIL: Bjm1352@aol.com
URL: http://www.thebasementoffice.com/
RATING: G
CATEGORY: V
SPOILERS: nothing specific
SUMMARY: Birthday plans.
ARCHIVE: Gossamer and Ephemeral OK; anywhere else please ask first.
DISCLAIMER: They belong to CC, 1013, and FOX; *definitely* not me.
FEEDBACK: Would make my day!
THANKS: To GA and DD for bringing such life to these characters.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I had to give Mulder something special for his 60th
birthday. :)  (And just for the record, M&S are still living together
in 2021, hence no social distancing, and I'm sure Jeremiah Smith is
back hiding in plain sight at the Social Security Administration.)
This story is unbeta'd; any errors are fully my fault.
POSTED: 12/31/2021