From: SaveWinona06 Date: 13 Jun 2003 09:19:07 GMT Subject: NEW: Little Things (1/1) -for sampiper, by shan- Source: atxc Title: Little Things Author: Shan Category: MSR... a little humor, depends on how you look at it Spoilers: Post-The Amazing Maleeni, slight references... nothing big. Oh,and lets pretend nothing happened in Millennium. Just for fun, you know? Rating: PG. Nothing bad. Rather tame, which is different for me. Summary: The plane ride home from L.A. after the case... Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine... Shanotes: This is written for Sampiper who said there's no post-eps or spoiler-fic for the Great Maleeni... this may not be the best job considering it doesn't have all that much stuff pertaining to the episode, but it is a post-ep that holds brief references. Oh, and, i have a certain writing style. I tend to not do he-said she said stuff, cause I like my fics light and easy to read and more in-tune with the characters and not focus on big paragraphs and lots and lots of detail. Feedback: savewinona06@aol.com... I love it all, I crave it. And I love you. You are very special to me. --Plane ride home from L.A.-- Scully yawned, and leaned back against the seat. Mulder was humming some song... she had no idea what... but it was annoying. Dammit, Mulder... "Could you stop that?" "Stop what?" "I want to get some sleep before we get back to D.C., Mulder. Stop the humming." "I wasn't humming." "Yes you were." "No I wasn't. Maybe it was a ghost." "Shut up, Mulder." And he did... the humming stopped. Pleased, she leaned back again, and shut her eyes. Crinkling. Something was crinkling... Dear god... She opened her eyes to look at him, as he reached into his newly opened bag and popped a few sunflower seeds into his mouth. "Mulder?" He looked over at her. "Put them away." "Come on, Scully..." "Mulder, I'm tired." "But, look what I can do..." He brought his hands up and did the disappearing thumb trick. "Wow, Mulder, for a second there I _really_ believed you took off your thumb," she said with as much sarcasm in her voice as she could muster up right about then. "You still haven't told me how you did the thing with your arm." She sighed. "And I never will." "Scull-y...." "Mulder, be quiet." "You're no fun." "Just go to sleep." "When do I ever sleep?" "Mulder..." "Just tell me how you did the arm thing." "The case is over, Mulder, no more magic." "Do you believe in magic, Scully?" "Go to sleep." He sighed. "Fine, mom." She shut her eyes, once again. If he does one more thing... And then she felt it. "Mulder, why is there a hand on my leg?" "Must be magic." She grabbed his hand and took it off of her. "You don't want to play, Scully?" "No, I want to sleep." "So you would like to play sometime?" "No." "But Scully..." "'But Scully' what?" "How could you resist my charm?" "Charm?" "Oh, Scully, you wound me." "For the last time, just go to sleep. We're going to be on here for a few more hours, lets make the best of it." "All the better to get to know one another." "Mulder, we know eachother well enough." "Oh, come on... I don't even know what kind of music you listen to when you're bored... or... the little things. We never talk about the little things." "And you think when I'm really tired on a plane ride home after we did a case that god forbid seemed more like it belonged in some old-time mystery show than an X-File is a good time to talk about the little things." "It's like you can read my mind. Must be fate." "Can't I just sleep?" "Absolutely not. What's your favorite color?" "I'm not going to answer that." "Why not?" "Because I'm tired." "Okay then, tell me a secret." No reply. "You tell me one, I tell you one, Scully." "Oh, so you keep secrets from me?" "No." "Then what could you tell me?" "I don't know... what do you want to know?" "I don't know." "Well then, that's settled." A minute passed, and Scully started falling asleep. And then he did something that also annoyed her. He started whistling. "You ever see the Breakfast Club, Mulder?" "Yeah." "Not everyone's going to join in." "I didn't know you're one for John Hughes movies." "Mulder..." "See, I'm learning something about you. Little things." "Little things," she repeated, closing her eyes for hopefully the last time. "How you can go to sleep like that I'll never know." And now she was angry. "Like what?" "I hate sleeping sitting up." "I can handle it." He reached one arm to the side and lifted up the arm rest. "What are you doing?" "Making you comfortable." He put his arm around Scully's shoulder, and pulled her towards him, so she would lean her head agaist him. "More like you're trying to melt the ice queen." "Oh, Scully. You give me two minutes and I could melt you like that." He snapped his finger. She sighed. "Keep dreaming, Mulder." "Oh, so it's not possible for a person like yourself to be attracted to a person like myself?" "With the way you're acting tonight... no." "So, on other nights you've been attracted to me?" "You're twisting my words around." "I'm not twisting... I'm digging at them." "Why are you so set on this?" "Because you don't believe I can melt you." "Oh, come on, Mulder..." "I should at least get one kiss." "God dammit Mulder, no." "Not even an innocent one? Like... a family member kiss?" "A family member kiss?" "Yeah, like that quick peck." "You think you can melt me with a peck?" "Depends on how big your barrier is." "A peck, Mulder?" "Family member kiss, little sis." He winced at his use of words and the rhyme which he unknowingly created. "You're so wierd, Mulder." "Some might say I'm... spooky?" "Just be quiet." "Oh, come on, you don't think it's wierd that we've been working together for so long and we haven't even shared a peck? Or an ice cream cone? Scully, when we get back, lets go get an ice cream cone." "I don't want ice cream, Mulder." "Coffee and two straws, then?" "Oh, aren't you romantic." "So, about that peck..." "I don't believe in magic, Mulder." "I do." He leaned his head down a bit and pressed his lips to hers for a few seconds, just until she pressed back, and then pulled away. "That's your family member kiss? If someone in my family tried to kiss me like that, I'd call it incest." He laughed. "You know, Mulder, on second thought, let's get the ice cream." "Really?" "Yeah, but you'd probably end up melting that too." He grinned. The end! "If he gets up, we'll all get up! It'll be anarchy!" -The Breakfast Club www.geocities.com/shanstories ... Good Morning, Miami fic