Title: Mystery Man
Author: Susan
E-mail: susanf34@comcast.net
Classification: vignette, challenge fic, Other POV
Spoilers: none
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Disclaimer: On paper, Mulder isn't mine. In my
head, he is.

Written for Fandomonium's Voyeurism Challenge. I
haven't written a challenge fic in quite some time,
but I couldn't resist this one.:) The elements are
listed at the end.

Summary: I wonder what he does.
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Mystery Man
by Susan
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I watch him sometimes, just sit on a park bench
and watch him while he jogs in the mornings.

It's become a ritual, actually.

Do my own jogging around the park, then sit on
the bench by the playground equipment and watch
him while I cool down.

Of course, there are days when he doesn't show
up just as there are days when I can't make it,
but over the last two months, his jogging schedule
has been pretty regular.

Arrive no later than 6:15. Do some calf stretches
and run until his shirt is soaked with sweat...
usually about a half hour...then leave sometime
between 6:45 and 7:00.

After that I imagine he goes home and showers,
then heads off to work for the day.

I wonder what he does.

With his long slender body and thick brown hair,
he'd make a great model, though I doubt that's
what his job is.

I suppose he could be an accountant or a lawyer,
and yet somehow he doesn't really strike me as
being the type of man that would have either of
those jobs.

Actually, he seems like more of a high profile
kind of guy, like the president or CEO of a large
company, although I suspect if he is, he's not the
type of boss that worries about the small stuff.

Judging by the distant look in his eyes and the
way he carries himself when he runs, I'd say he's
more of a deep thinker and "big picture" type of
person.

Then again, I could be completely wrong.

Maybe he doesn't work at an office at all.

Maybe he's a stay at home dad with a wife and two
kids, and jogging in the morning is the one time
of the day he gets to be alone with his thoughts.

Or maybe a private detective.

Yeah, I could see that.

Him in a charcoal gray suit and dark sunglasses
investigating murders by day and marital
indiscretions by night.

Or maybe he's a writer who thinks about ideas for
his books while he runs.

Or maybe on one of these mornings, I should finally
just get off this bench and go over to him when
he's doing his stretches, look up into those
beautiful hazel eyes of his, and simply ask him
what he does.

Nah, that would be too easy.

And besides, it would ruin the mystery of who he
really is.

No, I think that for right now I'll just stick
with this little guessing game of mine, at least
for a little while anyway.

And who knows?

Maybe one of these mornings I'll get lucky, and
he'll come over to me and ask what *I* do.

~end~

Now this was fun! Thanks for the inspiration, Tali.:)

The elements for this story were:

-Scully or Other POV (i.e. Scully/other as the voyeur)
-Can have Mulder doing anything (eating seeds, reading
over a casefile, changing clothes, mowing the lawn,
washing dishes, surfing the net, pumping gas etc. etc.)
-Pure description (i.e. little or no dialogue)
-It must be a new fic.

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