From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2000 00:57:35 -0600 Subject: I Know You by Source: direct Reply To: jellybean5000@hotmail.com I Know You By Shandee jellybean5000@hotmail.com SUMMARY: Way too short to summarize CATEGORY: H, UST SPOILERS: None RATING: PG DISCLAIMER: Not mine. CC, Fox and 1013's, but most definitely NOT mine. NOTES: Okay, okay. This was written under 10 minutes... you have been warned. To my ultra fast beta; Cammie. And LubeeToots. Also, I sorta got the dialogue from watching an episode of Dawson's Creek. But hardly. I changed it a bit. Sorry to all the 'Creek fans out there. My niece was watching and I sorta did too, and one thing sorta lead to another... (I am so unoriginal when it comes to dialogue, ya know? First, my 'Talk' stint, and now this....) Please forward to ATXC ***** "Pusillanimous." The conviction in his voice was notable. "See? Right there. I can see it. Diagonally, third row to the left." He drew a line over the word on the page of the newspaper. The word was extremely difficult to spot, being over crowded with an entire bunch of nonsensical other letters arranged at random, but Mulder had just happened to find it before Scully. Mmmhmmm. "I found it." Her hand slapped his away playfully. "Quit gloating." Scully took the red pen and encircled the word, without great difficulty. The only reason she was doing it was because he always ended up either encircling an extra letter and insisting that it was a word, too, or making his hand slip so a big red line was added in addition to the others. The word encircled, she heaved a heavy sigh. "Okay. That wraps it up. As much as I enjoy doing the word search with you on a bright and sunny Sunday afternoon, I have to get going." Standing up and grabbing her coat, she put the cap on the pen until she heard it click. She dropped it on the table. In doing so, she noticed that her partner was staring at her. "What?" "Leaving so soon?" he asked, amused. "Where exactly are you headed this time of day?" "Church, Mulder. I'm going to church." The soulful eyes took on a saddened look. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow." As much as it did pain her to see him so sad to see her leave, she'd promised her mom that she would meet her there. She looked at him again. He was staring sadly at the newspaper in front of him, and twirling the pen around in his fingers like a mini-baton. She'd make it up to him. But not today. Turning around, she slipped into her Hush Puppies and.. whoops, whoops, hey. There was a little lumpy thing inside her shoe. She took her foot out and picked up her shoe. He'd obviously noted her doing something other than leaving his apartment. "What's wrong?" he asked from behind her, talking to her turned back. "There's something in my shoe..." she muttered, and turned her shoe over in her hand. A small, plastic-wrapped object dropped into her opened palm. Her amusement was great. "Mulder, what is this?" she asked, masking her imminent smile. "What's what?" falsely innocent. Uh-huh. "This?" she handed it to him. "I found it in my shoe." He examined it like a piece of evidence linked to a very difficult crime. He turned it over in his hands, like he'd never seen it before. But Scully knew better. Oh, she knew much, much, better. She planted her hands on her hips. "It's... a,... um..." "Sure is." She agreed. "Perceptive of you. What's it doing in my shoe?" she accused him. "What makes you think it's mine?" he said. She regarded him skeptically, cocking her head and flipping her hair. "Well, I definitely have no use for it, my current condition being as it is, and, since I have no plans of going to a bar to pick up some pick-up, you're the only suspect left, brother, so what gives?" she paused, to breathe. "What makes you think *I'll* be using that condom in the near future?" he said defensively. "I'm in your apartment, and I have no specific recollection of even having one in my apartment, so.... what gives?" she asked again. This was becoming fun... but annoying. If she had to classify this conversation as anything, annoying was certainly it. "Are you denying it's yours?" "Are *you* denying it's yours?" "I thought I made that pretty evident. Planning to get picked up of something?" "Jealous?" Whoa, this was going too far. No way was she admitting to being even the tiniest bit envious of whoever he was using it on... for... whatever. She didn't answer. "Are you getting a thang for me, Agent Scully?" he leered. Oh, too much. Mulder, *PLEASE*. "A *thang*? How fifth gradish. Mulder, I've known you for too long. I've seen you burp, barf, pick your nose, scratch your butt, covered in liver and with your fly wide open. I'm not getting a *thang* for you." Scully, it's a lie. she told herself. But he really, really didn't have to know that. Really. "You flatter me, too much." He said shyly. "It's not mine, promise." He admitted, handing it back to her. And surprisingly, she believed him. She returned it to him. "You'll probably need it more than I will." She said with a smirk. Scully swore she saw him blush. "Alright," he said back. He opened a drawer in the coffee table and placed it inside. "You know where to find it if you ever need it, Scully." His voice wore a slight quality of moroseness that balled her heart up. Mushy. She was becoming mushy. "I'll need to come all the way here if I want it?" Scully teased. "You never know, Scully." He said, picking up the newspaper and lying back on the couch. "You might already be here when you'll need it." ~end~ Am I a tease? Tell me I am. jellybean5000@hotmail.com Apologies to the Creekers! Visit me @ http://www.geocities.com/surefinewhatever00/