Title: Can't Sleep
Author: Pattie
Rated: G
Spoiler: Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose (small reference. Sequel to "The Dog Whisperer".
Category: Post-Series, Post-Movies, AU, answer to a Title Generator Challenge.

Summary: William gets a dog. Sure isn't like Queequeg. That's why somebody can't sleep. Oh, what a sucker granting the guy's wish for a puppy!

Feedback: patfiler2016@outlook.com

Archive: Gossamer. Anyone else, please ask. It is also going to be at The Nursery Files.

Disclaimer: All original characters and The X-files are property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and Fox Studios. No copyright infringement intended. The other characters are mine. I swear. Other writers inspired me as well. Yes, Michelle Welton wrote a book about toy poodles. Again, no copyright infringement intended. Credit due to her and, I suppose, my need to research. *I also quoted her from her website.




The day finally came. One of William's wishes was about to be granted. First, Mulder had taken him to obedience school, pet stores, a few dog walk parks, one of the veterinarian's offices, had him purchase a leash, and Scully told him everything about was she had to do for Queequeg, but most certainly not about his former owner Clyda Bruckman and the incident with Queegueg's sense about a woman's murder by her son, Puppet. (See my story, "The Dog Whisperer").

*Oh no,* Mulder reminded himself, *Forgot to research domestic canine personality types. Better buy a copy of Michele Welton's book, 'Toy Poodle Temperament, Personality,Behavior, Traits, and Characteristics*, because that was William's wish, and it had become available.




SATURDAY, SUNNY DAY IN MAY
9:30 A.M.

Mulder sat in the livingroom waiting patiently for his firstborn, reading one of his mainstream files. He had already fed the fish, the girls and little James were sleeping in, and Scully was busily cooking for them. Miracle son and Father had already eaten and showered.

All smiles, Will ran down the stairs. "Ready to go, Dad."

"Okay. Remember, this is YOUR responsibility. Take into consideration your have university, too."

"No problem. I'm sure I can handle this. I want a male, a good one, I promise to have him neutered and vaccinated. Toy Poodle."

"Okay. I hope you did your research on breeds and their personality traits."

Will smiled. "Naturally." Something in his eyes indicated he was fudging the truth a bit. Had he really done all that? Father had his doubts.

The man was a bit sceptical. Was he turning into Scully? He had to wonder. "Well, let's get going to Callahan's and see what they have. Let's kiss your Mom and get going."

As they did, he reminded Will, "After lunch, feed him and take him for a walk. Stoop and scoop, bag and dispose in the trash."

Callahan's was their first and last stop. Will fell in love with a black toy poodle. Although the purebred and his pedigree were rather costly, he had saved enough money doing as much as he could to save for this day. As he was doing quite well at university, with biology as his major, his parents didn't mind.

*Oh swell,* Mulder thought on the drive home. At least the dog was calm in his carrier, but he had to wonder how a poodle could adjust to the house and a big family. *Didn't Mom and Dad's neighbor have a yappy toy poodle?* That was before Samantha had been taken. *Stop thinking about those days. At least she's alive and working in Spain.*

Lunch seemed to go smoothly, the dog was calm and it seemed he was curious about his new home. Samantha Ann and Meg were behaving themselves, and James rather liked the dog.

"Remember, the lawn needs a haircut," Scully reminded her husband. After all, it was overdue.

"Yes, Captain. Let's go, Will. After lunch.

As the two mowed the lawn, the dog looked on and occasionally yapped, but father and son didn't really mind.

"Will, you roll up the cord while I dump the last load into the compost bin."

"Okay. Then I'll get Sailor a bowl of water. We need a drink, too."

Mulder agreed. It was rather hot and humid. "Walk him after, William, he may need it."

"Do I have to?"

"Do I want a yellow lawn?"

"Okay."

That afternoon, Mulder told everyone he was going to the local hardware store, even though he hated lying. He had to go to the nearest bookstore. Well, maybe he could buy a few things for the house and hide the book.

Luckily enough, the book was still in print. He could read it while William was out at the park with his friends. At least they were trustworthy, as his parents made sure. They were happy he was playing baseball, the girls were playing with their friends, and little James was easy to handle.

As Scully was returning with the groceries, she found her husband leafing through the poodle book in his easy chair, no television on.

"Sorry, need some help?"

"No, I can manage. What are you reading?"

"I'm researching toy poodles. I need a break. I'll help you with the food." He put the book where he believed William would not find it. "Scully, I think our miracle boy lied about having learned about Sailor. I'll take the meat down to the freezer."

"Wait," Scully warned him, as she was stocking the canned goods shelf. "Do you mean to tell me he didn't read the "Dog Breeds of the World" book we gave him for his birthday?"

"We can read it together after we put the food away."

Little James was busy building a farm with his Mega Blocks, as Scully poured him a glass of juice. "Want a snack?"

"No thanks, Mom. Thanks for the juice. I gotta go to the bathroom."

His mother smiled. "Okay. Remember, wash your hands."

"Okay."

James returned shortly and decided to tear down the farm.

Mulder said, "All that work for nothing."

"Don't worry Daddy. I'm gonna make a castle."

"Go for it," his mother told him.

As he began his architectural project, Mulder pulled out the book and motioned for Scully sit and read.

"Coffee?"

"Sure."

When she returned with the mugs and crackers for James, she saw Mulder reading and frowning.

"Okay. What's the news?"

"I'm on a few pages about young children and toy poodles. It does not look promising. This breed is sensitive to the way kids are, the way they get so excited over things, laugh, play."

"I see." She handed a cracker to James. "So William is in for a disappointment."

"I'm afraid so. We'll see what happens overnight and tomorrow." Mulder kept reading as Scully did.

" *Some Toy Poodles are such gentle souls they are overwhelmed by the roughhousing and mischief of small children, while others simply won't put up with it.* Oh no, Mulder while they can be very well trained, you know how Samantha Ann and Meg can be."

"Yes, I do. He may be sleeping in his crate a bit. Especially at night. If I have had any idea what we could possibly be in for, I would have redirected Will to another breed. I wish I had done my research beforehand."

"Maybe gradual exposure," Scully replied.

"I don't know. As a profiler, I only studied human Psychology. If this doesn't work out, we may need to adopt him out and try again. I do not want to break our son's heart."

Everything seemed fine until supper time.

Sailor became rather excitable as the family dined, and Mulder started to worry.

"Will, take the dog outside and leash him in the backyard."

"Why? He's only yipping because of Meg and Sammy Ann fussing... "

"Please, just do it so we can deal with your sisters."

"Okay. He needs a walk now and I am done eating."

"Thank you."

Scully cleared the table.

"Girls, this kind of dog need some time to adjust. So can you please calm down a bit?" Meg looked at the dog, then her father, "He's so cute, Daddy." Meg. Personal spokesperson for the girls.

"I know that, honey. But he needs some training and time. He gets easily excited like you both do on your birthdays."

"So?"

"So please no fussing when Sailor is around."

"Okay," said Sammy Ann. I promise if Meg does."

Sammy Ann agreed.

Scully told them they could have a snack later if they played nicely, so the girls went to their room.

Mandy was at work, and Alison was out on a date, so their parents thought the evening would be quiet, and it was.

As a test, William was allowed to have Sailor sleep in his room. He sat beside his parents watching a baseball game, and decided to go to bed early, about
9:30 after the late night walk.

The game ended at 10:30, so Mulder and Scully called it a night with some love making and fell asleep snuggling.

Then it happened. Four teenagers drove down the street with the CD player blasting so loudly it could have shattered windows. Poodles have a keen sense of hearing, and are sensitive to yelling and loud music. 2:45 a.m.

Mulder and Scully were used to that. Sailor, however. was not impressed and started yelping.

"Oh...no..." Mulder shook Scully out of sound dream sleep. "Scully. I should have seen this coming."

"What? It's just those kids again. No, wait. It's the dog!"

"I can't sleep through this. We have to crate the dog. Work tomorrow."

"Go ahead, I guess. I'm going back to sleep."

"I'll put the dog in his crate and we'll deal with this in the morning."

As Mulder opened his son's bedroom door, William was trying as hard as he could to calm the dog.

"Will, I'm afraid we need to put the dog in his crate."

"But Dad..."

"No buts. Put him in his crate in the basement now, your little sisters are crying and we will talk about this in the morning. I need sleep, and I have to go to work early."

Reluctantly, Will carried Sailor to the basement. "I love him."

"I know. Just do this for me, your sisters and yourself."

Mulder watched to ensure the dog was crated, then returned to the master bedroom.




6:00 a.m.

Mulder and Scully showered and dressed for the day.

As Scully, Mandy and Alison made breakfast, Mulder placed the book on the kitchen table. Meg and Samantha Ann had lost some sleep, and so had Will.

"Mulder, you have some time, so maybe I can break the news to Will. I doubt he slept well. Let him sleep in for half an hour after you eat."

"Okay."

Mandy and Alison admitted they hadn't slept well either.

"I have to go to work tired because of a dog."

"Mandy, we will deal with it. Alison, could you please pour the milk and get James up and dressed?"

"Sure."

After Mulder left for work, a groggy William filled his dog's dish and brought him upstairs.

Scully had to be as gentle as she could.

"Will, remember to take a bag with you when you walk Sailor. We need to talk."

"Okay. My favorite. Blueberry pancakes."

"Yes. When you come back, we will talk."

"Mom. What's with the book?"

"Just eat up and walk your poodle."

"Bye Mom."

"Have a good day, girls."

"Come on Mandy. The bus comes in five minutes."

"I know, sis. Boy, am I ever tired."

"It's okay," their mother said. I'll do the dishes."

An hour later, mother, son and dog, sat in the livingroom, and had 'the talk.' Scully opened the book regarding toy poodles. "I want you to read this very carefully."

"Okay." As Will read through the pages and sipped coffee, Scully gave James aa few toys. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't read the other book you gave me. Math was hard this year, but at least I passed."

"Yes, and we are very proud of you."

"Can we take him to obedience school?"

"Certainly, honey. If that doesn't work, he may need a new home. I'm sorry. We can try. We need your dad's input, though."

"Of course. Jimmy, don't throw that ball at my dog."

The youngest was easy to please, and decided to choose another toy. "May I please have some juice, Mummy?"

"Coming up. Will, keep reading."




2:15 p.m.

Scully called Mulder at the office and he agreed to try applying for obedience school, so it was off to the school after checking out the Wahington listings on the computer.

Will made the phone call, and it was off to the most recommended obedience school.

Scully and Mulder reminded him the importance of being consistent, as he was on summer break.

Again, Mulder was sleeping well until the yelping incident. "1:18 and I can't sleep."

"Crate time," his groggy wife whispered.

"How long is this going to take?" Mulder was boiling.

"Calm down. Just do it. If it doesn't work, maybe someone else may need a good watchdog."

"Yeah, right. And Skinner and Kersh are on my back."

"I'm tired too. Just be thankful we're not out of town these days."

As Mulder staggered out of bed, he muttered, "Frankly, I wish we were."

"Maybe Mandy and Alison can get some time off, look after the others and we can rent a cottage."

"Great idea! Yeah, I know, get the dog."

"I'll ask the girls later." She dozed off as Mulder took care of things.




That afternoon, Mulder told everyone he was going to the local hardware store, even though he hated lying. He had to go to the nearest bookstore. Well, maybe he could buy a few things for the house and hide the book.

Luckily enough, the book was still in print. He could read it while William was out at the park with his friends. At least they were trustworthy, as his parents made sure. They were happy he was playing baseball, the girls were playing with their friends, and little James was easy to handle.

As Scully was returning with the groceries, she found her husband leafing through the poodle book in his easy chair, no television on.

"Sorry, need some help?"

"No, I can manage. What are you reading?"

"I'm researching toy poodles. I need a break. I'll help you with the food." He put the book where he believed William would not find it. "Scully, I think our miracle boy lied about having learned about Sailor. I'll take the meat down to the freezer."

"Wait," Scully warned him, as she was stocking the canned goods shelf. "Do you mean to tell me he didn't read the "Dog Breeds of the World" book we gave him for his birthday?"

"We can read it together after we put the food away."

Little James was busy building a farm with his Mega Blocks, as Scully poured him a glass of juice. "Want a snack?"

"No thanks, Mom. Thanks for the juice. I gotta go too the bathroom."

His mother smiled. "Okay. Remember, wash your hands."

"Okay."

James returned shortly and continued his farm.

Mulder excused himself to the bathroom and Scully read on. *I doubt this will work out*, she thought.

"Okay. After two drowsy days, I can't see this working. We have to talk Will into making some changes. There are other dogs out there."

"I know. As soon as possible because even the girls want their sleep."

It was difficult convincing Will that Sailor was not the right dog for the home. "Will, there are less sensitive dog breeds out there. I read the book I gave you for your birthday. Poodles can be great guard dogs if they are well trained."

"I'll miss him."

"I understand that. But think of it, you can still choose another dog, as long as you do your research this time."

"I'll make us coffee, and you get the book out."

"All right. I need some time to walk Sailor before, though."

"Go ahead. But plese, do this for all of us. You lost sleep, and so did your Dad and everyone else."

"Tell me about it. I guess we can cancel obedience school."

"No, we still need to do that. Don't worry about it. Now, walk him and spend some time with him. You'll get you another dog. Dad agreed to that after we talked this over earlier."

"Okay. Then I will read the book."

"Thank you. Coffee will be waiting for us."

Will sadly walked his dog and told him he would miss him, then tossed a chew toy around before returning to the house.

As mother and son relaxed over coffee, Will asked, "Do you think he'll miss me, Mom?"

"I'm sure he will. James seemed to like Sailor. He sleeps through everything."

"Okay. Let's read the book together."

"Sure."

When Mulder returned from work that day he was very happy.

As husband and wife went to bed, and beloved Sailor slept in his crate, he kissed his wife lovingly and whispered softly, "Sweet dreams."

""You too. Say, I'm not that tired yet. How about..."

"You bet."

END

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