Yay, It's Tea Time!!

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Fox was exhausted. He hadn’t slept in days. His hazel eyes were so bloodshot it looked like he’d been drinking. Fox had driven state to state in search for anything that might give him a clue to his partner’s whereabouts. Scully was more then just his partner. She was his best friend. She was the mother of his child. She always would be. The fact that she was missing wasn’t going to fly with Mulder. Finding her was going to be difficult, because he had almost no leads. He was reduced to asking anyone he saw on the street.  “My name is agent Mulder. I’m looking for someone who might go by the name of agent Scully. If you see her, do you mind giving me a call?”

“Um, sure. But who might you be?” Madeline asked with a quirked eyebrow and a smile.

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“M-Madeline Hatter, daughter of the Mad Hatter. Though most people just call me Maddie.” She says with a giggle.

Lock wasn’t in the mood for questions. Especially that one. He never knew what he was. He couldn’t tell. Recently he never seemed to be okay though. “I’m fine.”

Maddie scratched the back of her head and nodded. “OK. Well, if you need help, you can ask.” She said with a smile, although the boy couldn’t see it. She shrugs, grabs her book, and sits back down.

Maddie nodded. “OK, OK.”

Slamming the door shut behind him, Lock knew he looked like shit. The cuts and bruises would luckily be long gone soon enough. He was just thankful pain wasn’t part of his life. Staring in the mirror that just happened to be to the left of him, he noticed a speck of blood on his chin, which wasn’t his own. Wiping it away as quickly as possible with his thumb.

Madeline looked up from her book to hear the door slam. She had a worried look on her face as she walked towards the door, knocking on it slightly. “You OK, hon?” She asked with a concerned face.

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Maddie blushed. “Sorry, Not very good at kissing.” She shrugs with a shy smile.

“Hmm…” She tapped her chin. Unless he was trying to write in a foreign language Madeline has never heard of (And she kind of doubted that), then she was right. Still, that doesn’t mean she should pry. “Well, maybe we should work on your penmanship.” She giggled, grabbing the pen she previously used.

“wh-at i-is p-en-m-an-sh-ip?”

She hummed and tapped her chin, trying to think of how to phrase her response. “It’s how your writing looks. Like, how mine is kind of loopy and yours is scratchy.” She says, tilting her head to the side.

She stares for a while, her smile turning from cheerful to confused. “Do you…not know how to write, honey?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“A-am wr-i-ting” he tilted his head at her. “S-ee?” he pointed back to the page filled with sloppily written letters, and nonsensical words. further proof that she was right and he didn’t know.

“Hmm...” She tapped her chin. Unless he was trying to write in a foreign language Madeline has never heard of (And she kind of doubted that), then she was right. Still, that doesn’t mean she should pry. “Well, maybe we should work on your penmanship.” She giggled, grabbing the pen she previously used.

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Madeline smiles and examines the paper. “Ooh, cool!” She got a pen from the table the boy was sitting at and wrote ‘Tea Party’ down on a line close to the bottom of the paper. “Sure! Just like that!”

“Y-ou wr-ite l-etters f-ast”

She stares for a while, her smile turning from cheerful to confused. “Do you...not know how to write, honey?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Maddie’s face showed confusion, though her smile never left her face. “Oh. Whatcha writing?” She peered at the paper. It didn’t look like he was writing anything in particular. “Need any help there?”

“L-etters” he smiled, turning his face towards her. “Kn-ow h-ow t-o d-o th-is?” he asked pointing down to a Z that was on the paper he was trying to copy from

Madeline smiles and examines the paper. “Ooh, cool!” She got a pen from the table the boy was sitting at and wrote ‘Tea Party’ down on a line close to the bottom of the paper. “Sure! Just like that!”

“Hey, honey! You doin’ OK?” She asked with a perky voice and bright grin. She leans over to inspect what he was writing, but he wasn’t even writing anything remote’y resembling a sentence. She tilted her head to the side. “Whatcha doin’?”

It took him a moment to realize she’d said something to them, only having heard the latter question. “A-am wr-iting” his pen moved to copy down an F and then a K as best as he could

Maddie’s face showed confusion, though her smile never left her face. “Oh. Whatcha writing?” She peered at the paper. It didn’t look like he was writing anything in particular. “Need any help there?”

'Wait! What are yo-'

Maddie gasped as the other girl pressed their lips together, then pulled away. She was blushing beet red before she pulled the other girl back into the kiss.