Odd Habits II
By RocketMan


Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to CC, 1013, and Fox. No fringe is 
intended.

SPOILER::::::XFFTF::::(AKA:::THE XF MOVIE):::::

Dedication: This is for Red V and her cohorts in crime, who lovingly convinced 
me (on threat of death) to continue this.

CONTENT:::::MS/UST/MSR?




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"Marry me."
-- Mulder, Chinga
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Files.

In my living room floor, waiting to be picked up, put someplace in a neat, 
orderly pile, waiting to be noticed again.

It's driving me crazy.

Crazy, crazy, crazy.

I have to go pick them up.

Maybe get back at Mulder too.

I feel my feet hit the floor before I realize I've even decided to go out there, 
and my breath comes quick at the thought of him waiting, waiting, like those 
files scattered on the floor.

It's dark in the living room. I can hear him breathe.

Slow, heavy breaths with long pauses as he dreams.

I tiptoe to the floor, gathering the files and the papers that have been spilled 
from them, wishing I hadn't dropped everything like this.

Dang. I knew I'd hate that I'd done that.

"What are you doing?"

I jerk up, head popping over the couch to see his face, eyes white and glowing 
in his skull.

I breathe again. "Uh, picking these up."

"At midnight?"

I frown. "They were bothering me."

"Oh? How's that? I'm in here, not you."

"I could just see them all scattered --"

"Uh-huh. And this keeps you from going to sleep? Tell me, Scully, just how long 
have you had this problem and --"

"Shut up, Mulder. I just have to clean this up."

"I believe that's called Obsessive-Compulsive, and Scully, you can get help for 
things like that."

"Ha ha. You're funny tonight."

"This morning. It's now morning."

"My bad. Morning. Mind going back to sleep?"

"Mind getting out of my makeshift bedroom?"

"It's my living room."

"Which I happen to be living in."

I stop.

I will not argue stupidly like this with him. I will not.

"Good-night, Mulder."

"Good try, Scully."

I pause and turn back, dumping the file folders onto a table.

"What do you mean, good try?"

"Getting back at me. It won't work. I'm shock proof."

I raise an eyebrow, standing over him, relishing a challenge.

"Oh really."

"Really. There's nothing you could do that would make me speechless or 
frustrated or simply awed. Nothing."

"Nothing, huh?"

I watch his eys smile, his mouth quirk up and for a moment, I think he's baiting 
me on purpose, trying to make me do this.

I sit on the couch and push him down, pulling the blanket up to his chin.

"Well, if my singing didn't shock you, nothing will."

He looks a little disappointed, as if he wanted me to try.

"Scully?"

I nod.

"You could try singing again. See if it works when I'm healthy instead of 
impaired."

"Mulder, you're always impaired."

A sigh and he shakes his head. "I was asking for that."

I smile. "Yes you were."

"So, I'll sleep now, if you're done spring cleaning, that is."

"Not quite."

He glances over at me. "What else is there?"

I smile and he grows wary.

Leaning over, my face inches from him, I study his eyes.

I think he's just about to panic.

I brush my lips to his, running my tongue across them lightly, like a feather.

I pull away, stand, do not look at him.

"You seemed a bit dusty," I say and do not turn back.

HA! How's that for speechless?


===== END PART II=====