Author: SyndicateGirl
Archive: Yes, definitely! But please keep my headers attached and let me know where it is if you can. Thanks!
Spoilers:
Rating: G
Classification:  Response to fanfic challenge: CSM dresses up as the Easter Bunny.
Summary: CSM in an Easter Bunny suit - what could be better than that?.
Disclaimer: The X-Files characters are Chris Carter's and 1013 Productions', not mine, unfortunately; no infringement is intended. Please don't sue - I'm a writer, and have no money! :D

TITLE: Going Undercover at Easter

Cassandra smiled down at the photograph, remembering the event like it was yesterday.  So long ago, and yet one of the most vivid of her melancholy memories. 

The yellowing, creased photograph she stared down at was of the Easter Bunny. 

Not just any Easter Bunny, but a tall, lanky, Morley smoking Easter Bunny who had a strange look on his face - a mixture of torture, humiliation, and amusement.  

At his feet stood Jeffrey, bright green basket in hand, staring up at his father.  

He was laughing.  That was one of the main reasons Cassandra still had this photograph - for the look of pure joy on Jeffrey’s face.  A look she wished she had gotten to see more of during his life.

She leaned back, closed her eyes, and allowed herself the luxury of drifting back to happiness.  

“Honestly, Cassandra…” CSM muttered, his plastic bunny nose and teeth moving with each word.  

Cassandra couldn’t help it, and she burst out laughing all over again.  

This time, tears were streaming down her face as she watched CSM desperately trying to light a Morley without igniting the big, floppy bunny ears, or the fuzzy white costume.  

He looked ridiculous, they both knew it, but Jeffrey had been begging to see the Easter Bunny on Easter morning, and this was the only way to make it happen since all of the department stores were closed.  

CSM shook his head, “He’s never going to buy it, Cassie, he’s going to know it’s me.”  

Cassandra tried to compose herself, and walked over to him, plucking the cigarette from his lips, “He will if the Easter Bunny is smoking like a chimney.”

Cassandra gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and stubbed out the cigarette.  “C’mon, Peter Cottontail, your little boy is waiting.”

Dutifully, CSM snatched up the Easter basket, and shuffled from the covered porch into the living room where 4 year old Jeffrey was diligently searching for eggs.  

“Found another…” Jeffrey stopped mid-sentence, mouth hanging open, before running over to stare up at the looming bunny figure who stood in the doorway.  

“Happy Easter, Jeffrey!” CSM forced himself to sound as chipper as a grown man in a bunny outfit could.  His white, fluffy paw held out a basket filled with candy and toys.

Jeffrey stared up, eyes wide, and Cassandra knelt beside him, “Jeffies, what do you say to the Easter Bunny?”

“Thank you, Daddy,” he stated flatly, giving his father a confused look.  

After everything CSM had done and seen, all of the world events he had covertly affected, and he had been found out by a 4 year old.  That thought, and the look on Cassandra’s face, was all it took to get CSM laughing.  

He knelt down and ruffled a giggling Jeffrey’s hair, “Happy Easter, Super Sleuth.“

Cassandra stood up, and grabbed the camera from the cocktail table - this was too good not to capture on film.  

CSM: Nothing vanishes without a trace...burn it!