From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 29 Jun 2001 01:39:13 -0000
Subject: Lover\'s Spat by Mickey
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TITLE : Lover's Spat

AUTHOR : Mickey

E-MAIL : gnrgirl@hotmail.com

CLASSIFICATION : VRA

RATING : PG

SPOILERS : Up to the end of S8, not including the finale 

DISTRIBUTION : Ephemeral, Gossamer : OK. At my site 
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tell me where it is, etc.

KEYWORDS : angsty MSR

SUMMARY : Shortly after Mulder is resurrected, he and Scully get 
into a pointless tiff. Told from Dogget's perspective. 

Notes at the end.

XXXXXXX


I doubt either of them could even remember how the argument had 
started. It just sprang up out of nowhere and encompassed all of 
their thoughts.

"God damnit, Mulder! The last thing I need right now is you . . ."

"I can see you don't need me around. What with 'John' and all . . ." 
He retorts in a sing-song voice.

"And we were doing just fine here without you!"

"I bet you were! That's why I found half of my clothes missing . . ."

"That's because I took them and burned the horrid things . . .!" 

The screams are meaningless now. They ignore me, and I'm not about
 to remind them of my presence. The rath of Scully is not something 
I'd like to face any day. Especially when she's on a roll like this 
one.

" . . . and furthermore, 'Agent Mulder', my little feet could reach 
the pedals quite well while you were . . ."

I'm not sure I want to know. 

The radio is humming gently in the background, and I try to 
listen to the lyrics rather than the all-out screaming match 
these two are having. Something about a bullfrog . . . ?

" . . . guess it was too bad that I had to come back from the dead 
and ruin all your cozy little plans!" He finishes in a shout. 

All is quiet. You could hear a pin drop. All feelings of general 
hatred for the man aside, I can tell he's very much regretting 
the words he just screamed at my partner. His partner. 

Whatever.

Scully, on the other hand, is on the verge of tears. I'm counting 
the seconds before they start spilling down her cheeks.



Joy to the world / 
All the boys and girls / 
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea / 
Joy to you and me / . . . 



Something changes in that moment; when the reality of the world 
around them begins to sink in. The promise of tears is fufilled, 
though it ends up hitting both parties. 

He walks closer to her, enfolding her smaller body in his arms. 

"God, I'm sorry, Scully. I didn't mean it." He whispers against her 
forhead.

"No, it's my fault. The hormones . . ."

"Don't apologize. . . "

I feel incredibly voyeuristic suddenly. Slidding my chair back 
without a sound, I depart the dusky basement office, leaving 
my partner and Mulder alone. 

I walk down the halls, whistling a mindless tune about wine, frogs, 
and joy.

XXXXXXX

Author's Notes : I realize this is super short (even for me), and I 
apologize. But this fic was the kind that you get an idea and you 
just HAVE to get it written (Hopefully someone out there 
understands this, because I can't explain it any better than that). 
As always, no beta-readers were involved in the production of 
this fic.

Feedback is greatly appreciated, and each and every note (!) will 
be replied to in some way.