From: BbyBlue84@aol.com
Date: Sat, 4 Sep 1999 19:06:36 EDT
Subject: Christina's Fanfiction, Part 1
Source: direct

"About Last Night?"

    "So that's another mystery solved, huh?" Agent Fox Mulder asked his 
partner, Dana Scully. 
    She looked up from the folder she was shifting through, a piece of her 
red hair falling into her eyes. "Depends on your definition of solved," she 
said dryly. 
    He grinned. "Well, at least we get the rest of the day off." With a quick 
look at his watch, he said, "It's only 6:00. Do you want to come with me and 
get a drink?"
    "I don't think so. I've got paperwork to do."
    Mulder sighed. "It's Thursday, Scully. Can't you take a teensy break from 
being serious and have fun?"
    Standing up and shoving the file into a cabinet, she said, "It's 
Thursday, so what? And what's your idea of fun? Getting drunk and making an 
idiot out of myself?"
    He shrugged. "I've never done that." She shot him a look. "Ok, maybe 
once. We don't have to get drunk. We can just go to happy hour. We don't have 
to drink anything. I just think we really don't see each other all that much."
    Scully raised an eyebrow. "Mulder, I see you almost every hour of every 
day."
    "I meant personal time. Come on, please come with me?" 
    As she put on her jacket, she shook her head. "No. Paperwork, remember?"
    "Scully?"
    "Mulder?"

    "I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Scully muttered as she sat 
across from Mulder in a booth in a shabby bar a half-hour later. 
    He shrugged. "What do you want to drink?"
    "Water," she said as the waiter came up. 
    "Water?"
    "Don't start, Mulder."
    "Oh, come on, I got you to come out, why can't you have an alcoholic 
beverage?" 
    Feeling too tired to fight, Scully sighed and looked at the waiter. 
"Fine. I'll have a beer."
    Mulder nodded. "Me too."
    The waiter nodded and walked away. 
    They looked at each other for a minute. Then Scully said, "Well, you 
dragged me here, so now what do we do?"
    He frowned. "I don't know. Normally, I sit here and wait for my beer, 
drink it and go back to my apartment,... or to yours," he added as an after 
thought. 
    She raised an eyebrow. "Thanks. I needed to hear that."
    "No problem."
    The waiter came back and gave them their drinks, then walked away. They 
took slow sips and we're quiet for a minute. Then someone behind them started 
going on about some TV show, and Mulder said, "I've seen that. It's not 
funny. Some kid is always complaining about something... I don't see the point."
    "You're not the 16-20 year old audience the broadcasters are aiming for."
    He made a face. "You're funny, Scully. Really funny."
    About a half-hour later, Scully leaned under the table and pulled out her 
laptop. As she flicked it on, Mulder stared at her in amazement. 
    "What are you doing?"
    "Loading my laptop."
    He pushed the top down. "Uh-huh, no way. No work. Let's just get drunk, 
go home and then when we wake up tomorrow we can do work."
    Scully looked at him. "I told you before I didn't want to get drunk."
    He shrugged. "No one wants to get drunk. It just kind of happens. 
    "Well," she said, opening the laptop again, "I don't want it to happen to 
me."
    Mulder shook his head. "Well, do you at least care to share what you're 
working on?"
    She didn't answer.
    "Scully? Hello?"
    After a minute, she took another sip of her beer. "Nope."
    So they sat there for about two minutes before Mulder said, "Ok, I can 
take that you don't want to tell me. You know, as long as it's not about me."
    She just smiled. 
    "It's not, right... Scully, if I'm in there... Scully! I deserve to be able 
to read it," he said, standing up to sit next to her.
    With a few mouse clicks, and several more key pushes, Scully shut the top 
of the laptop, pushed him out of her way and said, "I have to go to the 
bathroom. That's the amazing thing about beers. They go right through me. 
Now, I'm trusting that you won't go and read what I have on the computer. Am 
I right?"
    He nodded innocently. "Of course. Look, I'll even go back to my seat."
    She nodded and walked away.
    As soon as she turned the corner, Mulder jumped up and sat on the other 
side of the booth. Lifting up the top, he read the first sentence out loud, 
"Mulder, I know you're reading this and I'm going to kick your butt if you 
don't close the computer and go back to your seat before I get back."
    Someone tapped him on the shoulder. 
    He turned around. 
    It was Scully.
    She smiled at him. "Sometimes it scares me how well I know you. Get out 
of my seat Mulder. Actually, you know what? Don't get up. I'm going to get 
out of here. I'm feeling a little bit tipsy and I don't want to wind up being 
your toilet buddy."
    "No, come on, we just got here," he protested.
    Picking her bag up from under the table, she shoved the computer inside.    
"Goodnight Mulder. Don't get too drunk"
    "Drunk? I've only had eight beers."
    "Nine," she corrected and turned to walked away.
    He grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Come on."
    "Mulder?" she warned as she almost fell backward.
    Tugging her again, she dropped the computer case and fell into his lap. 
She giggled as the alcohol from her own eight beers kicked in, and as Mulder 
started tickling her.  
    "Stop," she said, squirming, trying to stand up.
    In her attempt, she fell backward again, this time knocking Mulder 
further back into the seat. Still giggling, she tried again, and this time 
was successful. He stood up with her. 
    "Ok, but if you're going, I'm going too. We can't drive like this," he 
scratched at his cheek, leaving something on the spot.
    Smiling, she gestured to his cheek. "You-you have something on your 
cheek." 
    He wiped the wrong spot.
    She shook her head. "No, it's higher. Let me get it, it looks 
ridiculous." Scully flicked the thing off his cheek, suddenly very aware of 
how close her face was to his.
    Mulder looked at her. "Scully?"
    "Yes?"
    "Marry me." 
    Laughing, she kissed him on the forehead. "I don't think so. You're 
drunk, Mulder."
    In protest, he shook his head. "No, I'm not."
    With her lips still on his forehead, he lifted his head and kissed her.
    For a minute, she was stunned, but then she smiled to herself and wrapped 
her arms around his neck. When he pulled back, Scully was smiling. 
    "I've wanted to do that for a long time, but I'm n-not supposed to tell 
you cause it's a secret," he slurred, grinning.
    She smiled back. "Well, I won't tell anyone,"
    "Well Ms. Dana, do you want to go and do something fun?" 
    Scully laughed. "Sure Mr. Fox," she hooked her arm in his and they walked 
out.  

    The next day, Scully walked into the FBI building, holding her head. Not 
paying attention to where she was walking, she bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm 
sorry--"
    "Hi Scully. Are you feeling better?"
    It was Mulder.
    "Depends on your definition of better. I can't tell. My head feels like 
it's splitting in two." She glared at him. "Why are you so chipper? As I 
recall, you had just as much to drink as I did."
    He shrugged. "I never get hangovers." She just looked at him. "Ok, ok. I 
have a splitting headache and my stomach is cursing the day man invented 
beer, but I can still act chipper, can't I?"
    Scully reached in her pocket for a tissue, and felt something else. 
Pulling it out of her pocket, she stared for a second. "Mulder, w-what is 
this?"
    He took it from her and studied it. "Looks like a--"
    "MULDER! PHONE!" someone called.
    Handing it back to her, he said, "I'll be right back. Look, do you want 
me to get you a coffee or something?" 
    She shook her head. "No, just go get your phone call." He nodded and he 
walked away, leaving Scully alone.

    Ten minutes later, Scully sighed as Mulder slammed the file cabinet shut. 
"Could you just not do that?"
    He made a face. "Do you have a comment about everything I do today?" She 
didn't answer. "Well, lookie here Scully, I'm going to go sharpen this 
pencil..." picking up a pencil he waltzed over to the sharper, ignoring the 
searing pain in his own head. 
    "Don't do it," she warned.
    He put it up to the little hole. 
    "Mulder!"
    Slid it in...
    BAM! Out of nowhere, Scully knocked him over, sending him flying backward 
into a wall. He opened his eyes and looked at her in amazement. His arms were 
pinned against the wall, and Scully was giving him a very dirty look.
    "Give me the pencil Mulder."
    He shook his head, trying to pull his hands away, but not trying very 
hard. 
    "Mulder? Give me the fuc--"
    "Hey! Watch the language there, Agent. I don't have the pencil, I dropped 
it when you tackled me."
    She glared at him, her blue eyes narrowed. "That was not funny. You know 
I have a headache. Are you trying to drive me crazy on purpose?"
    "Are you trying to kill me on purpose?" he shot back. 
    Releasing his arms, she stepped back. "Sorry."
    Rubbing his wrist, he shook his head. "All over a pencil," turning, he 
started to walk back to the file cabinet when something tripped him. BAM! He 
landed on his hands, hitting his head on a nearby desk. 
    Scully rushed over to him. "Mulder, are you ok? Geez, don't you tie your 
shoes?" She reached out to touch the cut on his head, but he pulled away. 
    "Just forget it. I'm fine."
    "You're not. You're bleeding." 
    "I'm fine, Scully."
    She glared at him. "Can I just look at it?"
    "No."
    "Mulder?"
    He stood up, swaying a little. "Ok, yeah, now the room's spinning," as he 
toppled over, Scully caught him, but he was too heavy for her and they fell 
on the floor. As they landed, Mulder's foot caught the end of the cabinet and 
it fell over. She laid him next to her and shook her head, trying to hold in 
her laughter. Now there were files all over the floor.
    He sat up. "Ohhhh," he moaned when he saw the files. "Lots of files."
    "Lots and lots of files," Scully agreed.
    Lying back, he looked up at her. "I'm sorry Scully."
    "For what?"
    "For everything...last night... everything."
    Flinching, she said, "Yeah, about last night?"

    "That's all?" she cried in relief a moment later.
    He nodded. 
    "We got drunk, we went to see..." she pulled the movie ticket stub outof 
her pocket, "an NC-17 movie, laughed through the whole thing, left, and went 
to your house where I passed out on your couch?"
    He nodded.
    "Ok, but just one question."
    Mulder raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
    "How did I get in my apartment, in my bed, in my pajamas?"
    He smiled.
    "Mulder... you didn't! Tell me you didn't!"
    Smiling the sweetest smile she'd ever seen, he said, "I didn't. Your 
neighbor did. Then I went home. Nothing happened Scully."
    Looking at him carefully, she said, "Mulder we both know that isn't 
true." He looked confused. "Don't you remember?"
    "Remember what?"
    *Dear God, he doesn't remember. Fox Mulder kissed me and he doesn't even 
know!* She thought in astonishment. Out loud, she said, "That I lost my 
purse. I thought you might remember where I'd left it."
    He laughed. "Sure I do. You left it in the batcave next to the BatMobile."
    "Funny Mulder, real funny."
    Mulder grinned at her. *Thank you God, for not letting her remember what 
happened. I kissed Dana Scully...amazing. Simply amazing. You know, she's 
really not that bad.  Now I just have to find out what's on that computer of 
hers?*