From: x-files@ns.sympatico.ca
Date: Mon, 06 Sep 1999 19:49:34 GMT
Subject: The Date: Flowers and Candy

The Date: Flowers and Candy
Viki Goodland

Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Summary: Mulder prepares for a date
Archive: Sure, just keep my name on it, and drop me a line to where it's
going

Disclaimer: Not mine, never have been, never will be. You know who owns
`em. Don't sue.

Authors Note: This is the second of 3. If you want the other part
(Emerald shoes and Jazz & Blues), E me and I'll send it to ya. Have fun.

The Date: Flowers and Candy (1/1)
Viki Goodland
x-files@ns.sympatico.ca


I straighten my tie for the millionth time. I'm never nervous for a
date, but this is **Dana**, and everything has to be perfect.  I check
the mirror and smooth out my suit a bit. My shoes are so shiny, they're
as shiny as Skinner's head, and you can see yourself in his head. I put
lace them up and grab my coat and wallet and keys, and head downstairs.
I jump in the car and drive to the florist to pick up a single white
rose and a box of candies.
"For a date?" asks the young cashier.
"Yes."
"Might I make a suggestion? Get these ones instead." He picks up a box
of chocolate covered almonds. "They're delicious." I nod and take those
ones instead. The kid seems to know a lot about this kinda thing, so why
not? I pay for them without talking, smile, and get in the car. I drive
towards Scully's apartment building. The drive is easy going, with
nothing slowing me down. I think about what happened today. I can't
believe I did that. I don't think she did either, and I'm kinda
wondering if it actually happened at all. Maybe I dreamt it all. I hope
not. But the more I think about it, the more I know it happened. Yes,
because she called to ask what time I'd be picking her up tonight. I
look at my watch. I have 20 minutes before I have to be at her
apartment. I'm about 25 minutes away. I step on it a bit. I don't really
think much the rest of the way, preferring to sing along with that new
Ricky Martin song. Before I know it, I'm there. My palms are sweaty, my
knees don't think they can hold my weight, and I think it's getting hot
in here. I get out of Frohikes car (yes, he leant me his car, after
making me sign a contract that says if when it's returned, there's a
single dent, scratch or mark on his car, he'll kill me), and walk up to
her door. I use my key to get in the front door, and I walk to her
apartment. Step, step, step, step. My footsteps sound a lot louder than
usual in the hallway tonight. I get to her door. I knock a few times.
And I think I hear her come to the door.