Title: No mistakes Author: Haty Allan Rating: PG 13 I think I said the 's word' once somewhere in here. I think 'damn' came up alot too! Classification:Humour, Romance Keywords: A mainly light hearted MSR.It has Mulder's POV, and Scully's POV. Spoilers: Nope! Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to the great Chris Carter, except for a couple of other characters, whose names I ripped off the most hilarious show in the world 'Good News Week', which unfortuneately, is only shown down here in Australia! Summary: This is a story about Mulder and Scully! Yeah I know, I'm a smart ass! E-Mail: Please, I cannot live without feed back! Please send to: triangle_xfiles@hotmail.com NO MISTAKES by Haty Allan "Morning Scully!" I greet her brightly. My reply is an Oh-no-he's-got-the-slide-projector-up-and-running look. Good enough for first thing on a Wednesday morning. "What now Mulder? You going to show me the slides of your last holiday to Hawii?" she askes. "You just want to see me in speedos, don't you Scully," I reply as I turn on the projector. I am rewarded with the standared eye roll. "Ok, first slide, what does that look like?" I ask. "Someone breathed on the lense," she answered. Smart ass. Wonder where she gets that from? "Actually, that is a picture of a ghost," I put it bluntly. "So is that... and that.. and that." I say as I go through the pictures. "Uh-huh, I notice a trend," said Scully. "Very good, that FBI training is defineately up-to-date I see," I glance at her. "Who saw the ghost Mulder?" she asks in a tired voice. "Navy. Officer. Here's the file," I reply throwing her a folder. "Our plane leaves in two hours I'll pick you up at 10:30. Don't be late." "You're telling me not to be late?"she askes incredulously with the eyebrow going up. Ahh I love that raised eyebrow. I should, I get it alot. "Mulder?" she asks Whoops, caught staring... again. "I'll be there at half past ten." I quickly reply. She nods, and stands up to leave the office. "See you then," she says. I watch her leave the room. Lately, every time I watch her go, I feel a sense of loss about me. I wonder if she ever gets that feeling? No, not my strong Scully, I smile to myself. I glance at the fuzzy pictures on the wall behind me. It does look as if someone breathed on the lense. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Well, we're on the plane to the other end of the country, to investigate ghosts in the navy, reported by a officer coming back from the bar. Gee, this is going to be a tough one to break. I can't wait until we get there, my life keeps on getting brighter by the minute. Mulder's sitting next to me, well, rather lying next to me. No, check that, lying on top of me. Well, the lower half of me anyway. His body is somehow curled up on his seat, with his feet hanging off the edge, and his head nuzzled in my lap, breathing deeply into my stomach. Some people would even call it snoring. Great, I am bored out of my skull on this flight. Even Mulder in his sleep is having a much more exciting time than I am. He's rubbing his cheek on my leg, and smiling in a wonderful way. Damn, he looks good when he's asleep. So peaceful, so vulnerable... . Ok, snap out of it Dana, this is definately not the time, or place to be thinking about taking advantage of Mulder, no matter how cute, and innocent, and defenseless he is right now. Defenseless... on my lap... moving his lips on my stomach. No, don't think of him. Even though, that's pretty hard, considering our close approximation on this flight. He looks like he's having the time of his life there, stuck in Mulder-land for the past hour or so. Probably dreaming about aliens judging from the smile still plastered on his face. He's probably proven their existance in his dream, and has also found that they all have the same twisted humour as him self. Just great, the world's being taken over by aspiring comedians. Oh, he just groaned. Those personality traits on the aliens must be getting annoying. Not that I'd know, seeing as I've never been around anyone like that... The flight's almost over. We should be landing in about fifteen minutes. How am I going to wake sleeping beauty up I wonder? Pity I have no access to a bullhorn right now. The other passengers might complain anyway. I could get the stewardess to bring me a cup of water to "accidentally" spill all over him. I think she'd help me out on this one too, seeing as she's had to carefully walk around his giant feet stuck out over the asile for most of the flight. Although, with the googly eyes she was giving him when we boarded the plane, I'm not so sure. Looking at him right now though, he looks too sweet to be roughly woken up. Mabey if I planted a kiss on his still talking lips he'd waken. Amazing, even when he's in a semi-coma, you still can't shut him up. What if I did kiss him? Would he mind? Would he even wake up? To kiss Mulder, and to have him never know. Much less scarier than having him wake up and find my mouth on his. Just a light kiss, he wouldn't notice. My mouth is inching closer to his face. Just then, another groan escapes his lips, but this time, there is a name that accompanies it. "Sc- Scully. Oh..." I freeze. I absolutely freeze. I can't continue down, or even straighten up again. All this time he's been dreaming about- about... me? And what exactly has he been dreaming about me doing? Is this a first occurance for him? Has it happened before? Is he dreaming about me in the way that I think he is? What other way can he be dreaming about me with a smile on his face that looks like that. Suddenly, I regain the power to breathe. Ok, operation gently wake Mulder, has now completely flown out of the window. I have to wake him up, and wake him up fast. Ok, how do I do that to someone who'd sleep through World War 3,4, and 5? Easy. I stand up. Yup, that worked, he's now on the floor looking up at me with a dazed expression on his face. I'm not sure if that's from his hitting his head on the floor, or the dream. I am not going to ask. "Sorry Mulder. I didn't mean for you to fall on the floor." If he hadn't have fallen, I would have pushed him. "Sok," he mumbles back. "How much longer?" he asks, as he climbs back up on his seat. "Ten minutes," I reply. Ten minutes. I need to get off this plane. I need to not sit right next to him. I need, I need... "Hey Scully," "Yes?" "Was I talking in my sleep at all?" Oh no, oh no, oh no. "Um, not- not really. I mean, you- you didn't wake any other passengers up or anything." I stammer. Ok, end of conversation. Right there. "Oh. That's good." Why is he smiling like that? Why does he have that look in his eyes? Why am I being so freaking paranoid all of a sudden? "We're landing," he notes to me. Yes. Landing. Seatbelt. Breathe. The plane touched down without any further incidents. Thank goodness. I already have enough to think about tonight when I'm in my motel room. Alone. We both get off, but not after I notice the stewardess saying a very flourished, and special goodbye to Mulder. He just grinned at her, and said something back. I didn't quite make out what it was. Was he flirting with her? Did they exchange numbers somewhere back there? No, how could they. I would have seen it. I was watching them closely. Did he see me staring? When did I become so poessive of him? We've got to get to that motel soon, or at least start working on the case. He's still smiling at me. Why? What is with all of these rhetorical questions bouncing about in my head? It's giving me a headache. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ She's wondering. I know she's wondering. Wondering... what, why I grin like an idiot at her when I look at her? What I 'm thinking about? What I dreamed about? Why I'm sort-of enjoying seeing her usual confidence around me become unsureity? Why I've dragged her across the country to investigate a jerk-off case that I only half believe in? All of the above? She thinks that I was asleep. Well I was, but I woke up about a quarter of an hour before she dropped me on the floor. I just stayed there though, on her lap. Like some kind of idiot school boy, excited to have his head between a girl's legs. Not that I was thinking any sick thoughts while I was lying there in that position. Well, they wern't too sick. Ok, some of them would be considered by any normal person as being absolutely dreadful, and ungentlemenly like. She's a beautiful woman, so sue me. I know, I shouldn't think of Scully like that. Especially when I'm lying between her legs, breathing in her scent every time I inhale. Ok Mulder, don't start getting excited here. We're only in a rental car together. Breathe. Good boy. The first couple of groans, I was just getting her attention. The last one came rather involuntary, when for some reason her scent increased, as well as the changing position of her body, caused my head to, well, move south a bit. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor. Not exactly the perfect ending to what was happening, but, oh well. Scully's been sort of quiet after the flight. I think I'll take this moment to break her out of the little thought session she's apparently having next to me. "Hey Scully, do you mind if we just leave out bags at the motel and start working straight away? It doesn't look as if there's going to be any earth shattering case here, so we might as well start early, and maybe go home sooner." She looks over at me, "Yeah Mulder, that sounds fine." I glance at her. I really didn't want to make her totally uncomfortable around me. Just shake her up a bit. She smiles at me, which feels reassuring. I know she's not upset or anything. That's good. I'll make it up to her anyway. "How about tonight we eat dinner out somewhere, instead of ordering in pizza? I'm paying." I offer to her. "Sure," she smiles at me again. Ok, ok, I know I could have found other more useful ways to make it up to her, but this way I get to have dinner with a beautiful woman. And not just any beautiful woman, Scully. "I think my father was stationed out here before, I might know some people," she begins. "That might help us get through this case without as much red tape," I note. In case you haven't figured, I hate paperwork. We leave our bags at the motel as planned, and make our way to the Navy base. We walk in to the huge building, and ask for officer Robins, who's the one who claimes to have seen a ghost on a ship. After ten minutes of questioning however, it becomes quite obvious to both Scully, and myself, that he was completey drunk off his face, and just saw shaddows around the place. Scully places a hand on my arm, and looks at me, obviously saying "Mulder, this guy's a complete loon. Let's get out of here." No special ESP powers needed to understand that look. I see it alot. I wave my hand to tell her to go ahead. She leaves the room. I stay in for five more minutes to try to get something substantial out of this guy, but wind up with nothing. What are we doing here? Even I know we're investigating a drunken nut. No paranormal occurrences in this place. "Thank you officer, that will be all." I tell him as he stands to leave. "Do you need me to repeat anything?" he asks. "No, no that's quite allright." I reassure him. I hope he doesn't intend on making world-wide headlines or anything. We both leave the small office, and I look around for Scully. I can't see her. "Do you know where my partner is?" I ask officer loon- uh, I mean Robbins. He looks around, then shakes his head. "Sorry," he replies. Suddenly a burst of beautiful laughter breaks the typical office drone. I turn around, only to find Scully talking with some officer, and from the looks of it, they're being really chummy. In fact, even more than chummy. I hate that guy already. "Who's that?" I ask Robins without taking my eyes away from Scully, and officer looser over there. "Hmm? Oh that's Commander Dermott," he replies absently. Great, she's falling for a respectable guy. Wait, who said she was falling for him? Scully said she was here before when she was young. Maybe he's an old friend, and they're just catching up on things. I'd better make sure. "Hey Scully, I'm done here," I call out as I walk up to her and her little friend. Yeah, I could take him on. "Huh, oh ok Mulder," she replies absently. She then turns back to Commander whats-his-face. "Oh, Paul, this is my partner Mulder. Mulder, this is my- Paul," she introduces us. This is my- Paul? This is her what Paul? Old buddy? Long lost lover? Old kindergarten teacher? Help me out here Scully. She ignores my inquisitive look, and turns back to her- Paul. "I guess I'd better be going," she tells him. Yeah buddy, we've got things to do, places to see. See you in another twenty years. "Oh, thats too bad," he begins "Hey, why don't we meet somewhere tonight for dinner? I'd love to catch up on things?" Might I note, that his back is completely turned on me. "I'm sorry," replies Scully "I'm eating with Mulder somewhere." Yeah! You tell him Scully! I eye him with a triumphant look on my face. "But you know what Mulder?" she continues turning her attention back to me, "We can eat out together anytime. Do you mind if I take a rain check on your offer?" Do I mind? Do I mind if instead of being with me, you're going to go out with "sir- yes sir" over here? Mr pressed uniforms? Mr "I've never made a mess in all of my life"? I glance at this guy Paul, and meet a slightly victorious and hopeful look. Gee, wonder what this guy has in mind for tonight. But how can I say no to Scully? "No, of course I don't mind. You both go out and have a good time." Even to my own ears, my voice sounds false. Scully though, doesn't seem to notice. Instead, she turns back to spick'n'span boy over there, with a hugh smile on her face. "Great," he says. Yeah, real great. "I'll pick you up at seven." And I bet he's always punctual too. Scully nods, and grinns as he walks away. I feel as important as that dead fly on the window sill over there. "Let's go," I say to Scully, as I walk away, leaving her to follow me. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Mulder seems... annoyed to put it politely. Actually, he's being a real ass at the moment. We've been back at the motel for awhile now, and I'm still in his room, sorting out the paper work. He's supposed to be helping. Not that he ever does,but normally, he does something fairly productive towards the case, and keep out of my way. Since we've arrived here at the motel again, he has pretended that I don't exist, left the TV on with full volume, has been out for two runs, taken two showers, and ordered in three pizzas. Of course, I didn't eat any, seeing as I'm going out to dinner tonight. Speaking of which, I need to start getting ready. "Bye Mulder," I say as I stand up. "You're leaving now?" he asks. No, I'm going to stand here for a couple of hours. And he's finally acknoweledged my existance in the world. "Yup." That's it, keep the answers short and sweet. "Oh," he replies in a deflated voice. I turn around to look at him. He looks... well, sad. "Is something the matter?" I ask. Yes Dana, of course something's the matter, and I'm betting it has alot to do with Paul. He finally looks up at me, his beautiful eyes deep, and fathomless. "No." he replies. "You don't mind me going out tonight do you?" I ask. "Why would I mind? Do whatever." he replys, distancing himself from me. Because I would mind if you went out with another woman, I think to myself. Am I just trying to make Mulder jealous? Well, if I am it seems to be working. He's never like this. This is wrong, I think to myself. Why am I going to dinner with Paul? I could never even really stand him when we were younger. I just always remembered how he had a huge crush on me. Does he still like me? Is that why I'm going out with him, because I just want someone fawning over me for one night? Because I just want attention? Because I just want Mulder's attention? There go those damn questions again. There are pizzas here. I can just stay here and eat cold, fatty, greasy pizzas with Mulder babling about strange theories, instead of going to a fancy restaurant with Paul who was always the perfect gentleman. There is no competition. I can't leave Mulder tonight. "You know, I don't have to out tonight." I start. Mulder looks at me with a flash of hope quickly crossing his eyes, before they turn dark again. "No Scully, you go out with him." he says to me. Oh do I feel bad. I sit next to him on the bed. "Mulder, it's ok, I don't need to have dinner with Paul. I don't think it's going to be a very interesting night if I do anyway." Come on Mulder, just let me stay. He looks at me, and opens his mouth to say something, but then jumps up off the bed. "No, go Scully. I don't want you staying here out of pity or anything. You go, have a great time. I'm going for another run." And with that, he storms out of the door, not looking back. I stare at the door feeling numb, and angry at the same time. Numb at his rejection of me. Angry that he's mad at me. "Fine," I mutter. "If you want me to go, then I'll go." I walk into my room to get ready. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ What is this, my third run? She offered you what you wanted, and you completely brushed her off. Nice going, real smooth work there Mulder old boy. Where the hell am I running to this time anyway? Who cares, as long as when I get back, she will be gone. I don't think I could face her again tonight. I'm a royal asshole, a complete looser, and I feel like scum. Yes, I did notice the look on Scully's face as I left the room, and that look was because of me. I stop running. Why have I been for three runs? Was I running from her? Or rather, running from my feelings for her? I'm running away from the woman I love, and instead of telling her that I love her, I send her into another man's arms. I sulk at her until she gives me what I want, then when she gives it to me, I turn her away. Boy, is my mind screwed over, or what. Hang on a minute Mulder, love? I love her? Yes, I tell myself after a few minutes of thinking, I love her. Oh Scully, what do I do to you? Why do you put up with me? 'Because she loves you too' a little voice inside my head answers. She loves me. Scully loves me. She has to. Why else would she stay? 'Well, she stays in the FBI to get paid money, so that she can pay for rent, food, other expenses...' Yeah, shut up damn inner voice, she stays because she loves me 'My my, aren't we being egotistical tonight?' You know if I don't eat, you starve too. 'Sorry. You're right, she loves you.' That's better I need to see her, before she goes. I need to talk to her now. My feet are already running, and before I know it, I'm back at the motel. I barge into my room. "Scully?" I call. No answer. I open my mouth to call out again, but a noise next door catches my attention. I shake my head. Of course she'd be in her own room now. I open the adjoining door, and stick my head in. I can't speak. I can only see her back at the other door in the room, but she looks beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. I hear another voice, which snaps me out of my thoughts. I'm too late. He's here. They're talking and smiling at each other. He's telling her that he's taking her to that fancy restaurant I was going to take her to. I hate him. He offers his arm out to her, and she takes it, with a surprised look on her face. Well, after years of working with me, she would be used to being treated like dirt. I feel like shit. They walk out of the room, and he turns back to close the door. As he does so, he sees me just standing there. He meets my solemn expression with a sly grin, then leaves. Oh Scully, why did I let you go? After a few minutes of just standing there, I turn back to my own room. Damn it. I start cursing myself for my own selfishness, and stupidity. I need another shower. The cold water does nothing to cool my self anger, and hatred, but as I leave the shower, those feelings change to self pity. 'Always thinking about yourself aren't you Mulder'. No, it's right that Scully went out without me tonight. She deserves someone better than me. She always has. She always has, and I can't do anything about it. For now, all I can do, is wait. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Wow, I thought everyone changed even a little bit at some point in their lives, but Paul is still just as dull, and boring as he was all those years ago. Amazing. Oh he's nice, and polite and everything, it's just that he's... well, as I said before, boring. I wish Mulder were here instead of Paul. Damn, I promised myself that I wouldn't think about Mulder. Ok, change topic in my mind... what time is it? It's exactly two minutes, and forty-three seconds after I last checked my watch. Great. Just great. Ok, try to pay attention to Paul again. "... so that's why my grandma moved nursing homes but then, you wouldn't believe..." Nope, can't do it. I need help. Fast. Ok, think of something... anything! I feel sick, I need to make a three hour phone call, I'm allergic to expensive food, I think I'm going to die of boredom, so could you please just take me back to my motel, and we never see each other again for as long as we live? Oooh that last one is very tempting. None of them will work though. Looks like I'm stuck here for eternity... or something. I wonder if I can get him drunk enough to pass out? Hmmmmmmmmmm... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ How long have I been sitting here staring at nothing, doing nothing? How long have I been wallowing in my own self pity? But do I really hate that guy Paul. The way he looked at me makes me just want to... well, disfigure a certain part of his anatomy. I wonder if Scully would be upset that her boyfriend would have no genetalia after I get through with him. Her boyfriend? Where did that come from? He's not her boyfriend. He's not anything to her... is he? Am I? Well, at least I'm her partner. At least I'm someone in her life. But who is he? Just someone who can come back from her past, to try and get her to fall head over heals for him? Well, newsflash buddy, she told me you wern't very interesting. Hang on, she said you were boring. She's not interested. She's not interested in him. But then, why did she go out with him? 'Because you made her to asshole,' I remind myself. She probably doesn't even want to be there. What am I doing just sitting here? Suddenly, I'm completely mobile. I've got to get over there, and... and what? I stop. I can't just walk in there, and whisk her away from her dinner date. Not after what I've been doing to her all afternoon. I sit back down. What can I do? ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I think I'm about to fall asleep in my soup. Hey, that might get me out of here. However, I'd like to leave here with some dignaty in tact. I also don't want to be called soup-er girl for the rest of my life. We've been here for half an hour. It feels like ten years. "Are you ready for the main meal yet?" Paul asks politely. I've been ready to leave for the past half an hour, let alone be ready for the main meal. "Yeah, I think so." I reply. How slow is the service around here? Not one waiter is even looking in our direction. In fact, they all seem to be going out of their way to ignore us. Great, he must be sending off boredom vibes or something. Mulder would have just stood up, and done a tap-dance on the table to get the waiter's attention. Mulder doing a tap-dance. The thought makes me smile. Smiling is something for me to do while I wait... and wait... and wait. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 'Is this a good idea?' I ask myself for the ten thousandth time. She's over there smiling. She might be having a good time. I look behind me. The guy standing there grins, and waves me on. Well, I'll soon find out if she's having a good time. It's now, or never. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Is he still blabing on about nothing? How can one man spark absolutely no interest at all in anything he says? Mulder, why did you have to be an ass? Why- hang on, why did I have to come to dinner with Paul? I was meant to be out with Mulder. He asked me in the car. Why am I here without him? 'Yes Dana, why indeed?' I am so stupid. I could be here with Mulder, but instead, I choose to try and make him jealous, and come out with Mr my-life-is-a-library . Great going Dana. Just fantastic. I wonder if this was the place Mulder intended on taking me? Oh Mulder, I'm so sorry. If only you were here now. "May I take your order?" comes a voice behind me. Oh-My-God. No it can't be. I slowly turn around. I now believe in making wishes. Pity I wasted all of my birthday cakes in the past years. Standing there, in all his glory, wearing full waiter's uniform, and a ridiculus fake moustache, is my annoying, frustrating, beautiful, wonderful, admirable partner Mulder. I want to laugh so badly at his appearance, but I can't get my brain working at the moment. Mulder looks at me pointedly. I burst into a full grin, and want to kiss him so badly. After taking off the dopey moustache first of course. "Yeah, we'll both have tonight's special," answers Paul. Obviously, Mulder's little disguise is working on someone. "You're ordering for the lady as well without asking?" asks Mulder in a fegined shocked tone. "Well- I ah just assumed... hey, you're just the waiter. Just bring us our order. Please."he adds sarcastically. I give Mulder my 'get-me-out-of-here' look. He just grinns and walks away. "The nerve of him..."mutters Paul. I just look at him. Come on Mulder, I'm relying on you now. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Yes, she doesn't want to be here! I never thought I could feel so relieved about something. But now what? My little plan sort of ended in me going up to her, asking for an order, her looking at me... and then, and then, uh... I never really thought of a next step. Now she really wants me to get her out of here. To whisk her away to a fairytale land, to take her forward in her life with me, to move on to greener pastures, to... woah, hold it buddy, she just wants out of here. Ok, I can handle that. I wonder if the band up the front take any requests? +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Come on Mulder, please!!! This guy has less of a life than I do. Suddenly, he catches my eye. Yup, that's Mulder walking over here, still wearing the disguise. "Commander Dermott? Is that you?" he asks to Paul "Yes, why?" answers my dinner date. "The navy just called us. They said to inform you that operation electric fan has just started back at the base, and they need your assistance to rectify the matter immediately." Operation electric fan? Where the hell did he get that? "Operation what?" asks Paul. I look at Mulder. The look on his face conveys fegined innocence, well, to me at least. "Sir, I don't know what you navy people call things, but I do know that the guy who rang was very frantic. He said his name was Admiral, uh, Admiral..." Uh oh, he's said too much. Looks like he might need a hand. "The Admiral!" I start, "well then, you'd better go. It must be important." "But-" begins Paul, but I cut him off. I cannot stand to hear another word out of this guy's mouth. Especially the word 'but'. "No, no, you need to go. Call of duty, and all that." I say. "Well-" "Sir," begins Mulder, "I do believe your lovely date is right. It could be of the upmost importance to -uh- the... nation." To the nation? What can this guy do? Talk the enemy into a coma? "Ok then. I'll drop you back at the motel." Paul says to me. "No, that's alright. The motel is in the other direction. I'm sure I can get my partner to give me a lift back. You go." I say. "Well, if you're sure he'll come all the way out here..." "I'm absolutely positive. You go, and tend to the nation." I say glancing at Mulder. His shoulders are shaking, as he's trying not to laugh. He thinks he's having a tough time controlling his laughter, he's not the one looking at their partner dressed as an Italian waiter. "Allright then. Hey, maybe I'll call you some time."says Paul as he stands up to leave. "You know what, I'll be the one to call you." I say. I will not trust that guy with my phone number. "Oh, ok."he replies. He leans down to kiss me... but is stopped by Mulder, who has somehow gotten a tray of food, and has 'accidentally' tipped it all over Paul. I cannot stop my laughter this time. Paul looks around, angry and embarrassed. He glances at me laughing my head off , then walks out of the restaurant, without even looking back. Mulder looks at me sheepishly. I grin back at him, wiping the tears of laughter from my eyes.I feel spent after laughing so much. In the background, I hear the band start to play a love song. Funny, you don't normally hear that from a jazz band. Now what Mulder, I think to myself as I turn back to him. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "May I have this dance?" I ask her. She looks up at me, and smiles. We both glide onto the dance floor. Yes, I am still wearing the stupid outfit. "Mulder, we must look incredibly strange to everyone else here," she states. "You want to stop?"I ask. She looks at me straight in the eye. "Never," she replies, with such feeling in her voice, I know she's not just talking about dancing. That's good, because neither was I. "Mulder," she gets my attention again, "you went to alot of trouble for me tonight. Thank you." I smile back at her. "This alot of trouble? Are you kidding, I' ve got a night job in Freddy's Fast Food back in DC. Being a waiter is another of my callings in life." I reply. Yup, got the eye roll again. "Anyway, thanks Mulder," she says. "Always for you Scully. Always" She looks at me, and I can see that her beautiful light blue eyes have turned a deep sapphire colour. 'Take the chance Mulder' I tell myself. I lean into her, ready to kiss her soft, full lips. So filled with hope, promise, and life. I know that with this one kiss, out lives with each other, and our fate together, will be completely sealed forever. All with this one kiss. I can feel her breath just inches from my face. The bridge between us is closing. Our breathing is both becoming rapid with anticipation. She reaches up for me, knowing that this kiss will determine the rest of our lives. Just as I move that one centimetre lower to seal our lips... she breaks away laughing. I look at her, completely stunned. One minute, we're in the most romantic position we've ever been in in our lives, and the next, she's standing there laughing at me. My fragile male ego is about to be wounded without any chance of repair. She stops laughing, and looks at me with humour in her eyes.She then reaches up to rip that damn, stupid moustache from my upper lip. I grin widely at the stupid piece of hair, and quickly pocket it. "I need to take this back to the cook. He said it made him feel like he was a real chef, instead of a guy frying up dead animals." I quickly say. "Oh Mulder," she says affectionately,"you always were one to ruin the mood." I open my mouth to reply, and look up at her, just in time to see her mouth reach mine, in the most fulfilling, dizzying, wonderful kiss of my life. 'This is right', I think to myself as I smile into the kiss. This is us. For even though we make alot of mistakes in our lives, in the end, all of those mistakes add up to the greatest right doing we've ever accomplished. Please feedback! Please feedback! Please feedback! Please feedback! Please feedback! Please feedback! Please feedback! Please feedback! Please feedback! Please feedback! Please feedback! Please feedback! Please feedback! Please feedback! C'mon feedback! You know you want to! If you haven't noticed, I am desperate for feedback! 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