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Rated: PG: People under 14 would not use this method, anyway.
Spoiler: Rain King.
Category: Post-Ep, Humour.
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Archive: Yes, if you ask politely.
Disclaimer: Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Studios
own The X-Files, Mulder and Scully, and Holman Hart. I do
not make money from this hobby.
J. EDGAR HOOVER BUILDING
WASHINGTON, DC
OFFICE OF THE X-FILES
9:45
You'll Guess What Day of The Week.
The pair were going through files to find any precedents to the
phenomenon that occurred in Kroner, Kansas. It seemed Holman Hart's
emotions and their connection with the weather had no commonalities
with any other unsolved paranormal cases, meteorological or
psychological.
Scully sighed, tossed a folder onto the desk, and began to go through
another one. "I caught that," she said, without looking up, and with
a momotone drone in her voice.
Mulder was immersed in a weather folder. Without looking up he said,
"Did n- I'm sorry. Caught what?"
"What you said I did not catch."
"How could you not catch something I didn't say or do?" Mulder had
the same type of monotone in his voice as Scully had exhibitted. He
loosened his tie as if it was bothering him. He continued to appear
to be reading.
Scully dropped her file, picked it up, and continued to examine it.
"The look."
"Didn't look." Mulder replaced one folder with another, trying not
to look. He was looking at his partner now with interest. "What l
ook? Enlighten me."
"The one that looks like that, only one usually does it when the
other isn't looking, or looks away as soon as they're caught. That
one. Only sort of a... I can't think of the word."
"Any clues? How many letters?" Now his elbows were supporting his
head on the desk.
"Great*, thought Scully. *Put me on the spot.* Glancing at the
document in her hands she remarked on what she thought was very
interesting. "Although several of the test subjects answered 'yes'
to wanting to control the weather, none claimed to have caused any
changes in atmospheric conditions... Stop peering at me like a
school kid and let's wrap up the report before Skinner comes down
and writes it for us?"
"School kid? Do tell." Mulder only smiled and placed his file on
the desk. Crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his
chair, he pondered the school boy crack and wondered what he looked
like now.
"What? Can I get through this ONE case before coffee break?" Hmm,
no response. "I'll buy you one if you stop acting like my godson
and get back to work." *He's still on mute.* "Okay, okay. Stare,
glare..."
"Gaze?"
Precisely! I have been told repeatedly, but I think Kroner, Kansas
was the topper, about this look you give me when you... when you do.
Whether you do it consciously or unconsciously, I have no idea.
But some of my sources say it's happening. Have I suddenly grown
another arm or something? Am I losing weight? Gaining weight?
What?"
"Did I ever tell you I'm a man? Oh, and here's a real secret," he
whispered, "I like to look at pretty women. Don't tell the guy in
maintenance, the one who comes down on Thursdays... I think he
likes me."
Scully crossed her arms and sat back. "You ARE a kid! You know,
you never say things, you just do them. You are as closed as a
clam."
He only laughed. "Ah, yes! The great Scully! Mistress of
mystery! Crossing her arms over her chest so she can't be seen.
I remember the body language course we had to re-take last March.
Did I tell you I have a photographic memory?"
"You see the issue of taking a woman in as "eye candy" as a joke!
Surely people have learned by this century to bemore open and
honest and up front about their thoughts. Well, maybe with the
exception of Holman Hart as we finish up this case which by the
way is due -- "
"Day after tomorrow. So, Scully, if I look at you, am I in any
way compromising your value as a human being, or diminishing
your contribution to society?"
"You are not undervaluing me, Mulder. You are not being sexist.
May be I have caught you looking a few times... " *Dance, dance*,
she thought. *Think harder and dance around the issue. See what
he does.*
He sat forward in his chair again, folded his hands on his desk
and looked right into her baby blue eyes. "Well, I know you look
at me, as I look at women, and the natural thoughts pop into our
heads. And yes, I do look at YOU. Not only to check on you as
my partner during a case. Personally, I think if I didn't look
you'd be offended."
"Offended."
"Offended. Even when it's just the two of us working here on a
Saturday, no superiors in sight, you always look your best.
Wonder why. Well, almost always. Except for the time you slipped
on the... Anyway, I bet if I looked in on you when I wasn't
expected, you'd look less perfect, more natural. Maybe you'd even
forget to apply that scent I've become so accustomed to. I miss
that scent at night."
"Is that why you call me at 11:21? When I've dozed off and been
writing in my field journal?"
"YES! And guess WHAT!" he bellowed.
"WHAT?" she shouted back mockingly.
"I look and I like what I see!"
Scully settled back and looked into his hazel green eyes. "I like
what i see, too." With a whisper she added, "And I've been
looking all along, all around, up and down. You are a lot to take
in."
"Really? I had the impression I irritated you. The way you snap
at me sometimes, I just figured..."
"We have had our philosophical disagreements, differing
perspectives on cases, and sometimes you do get under my collar,
yes, but if you weren't already married to your work, I might
consider..."
"Whoa! Whoa! Hold it right there, Scully. I am not married to
my work. Devoted, yes. But not THAT devoted. Besides, you appear
quite taken with that series of drug monographs you've been writing
every Saturday night, when the town is just teeming with nice,
eligible men, well-suited to you."
*Take a deep breath*, she told herself. *Relax and reveal something
of youeself.* "Are you eligible?" Her voice had an awkward
softness that embarrassed her.
"Uh, yes. As a matter of fact, I haven't had a real date in, oh,
six or seven years. Been so busy with my "work", you might say.
And making night time calls."
"Do tell... "
"Coffee break. How about that place DeBobo's always raving about?"
Mulder reached for his suit jacket.
"Spilt beans?" Scully picked up her handbag. "Dying to try it."
"You haven't been there yet? You haven't lived!"
"You've never asked me," she smiled. She felt rather demure.
Mulder blocked the office door and gazed at her.
"There it is. The gaze."
"Scully?"
"Yes?"
"When we finish saving the world from vampires, liver snatchers
and shape-shifting guys, will you go on a date with me?"
"Same time next Saturday, only come over this time and bring
popcorn and a movie. Maybe I'll let you massage my writer's cramp
away."
As he followed her to the elevator, he admired her gait, and the
wayher hair sometimes swung when she walked. "Know what, Agent
Scully?"
She pressed the elevator button. "What?"
"You're turning into quite the flirt."
She smiled openly. "I guess it's true what they say. The more
you're with someone, the more like them you become."
He nodded in agreement. As they entered the elevator and the door
closed behind them, he said, "Uh huh. I think you have great
legs."
"So do I. See, we even think alike." *Yes,* Scully told herself,
*Tomorrow I do believe Phase Two of his Scully Method course
begins.*
END
Author's Note: I always like it when they have fun! Many of us doubt
their creator feels the same way.
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