From pbfloyd@ix.netcom.com Fri Sep 27 14:46:41 1996 Return-Path: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Received: from chaos.taylored.com (chaos.taylored.com [206.53.224.58]) by sh1.ro.com (8.7.6/8.6.9) with SMTP id PAA17321 for ; Fri, 27 Sep 1996 15:07:46 -0500 Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 27 Sep 1996 19:55:43 -0000 Delivered-To: x-files-fanfic-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 27 Sep 1996 19:55:42 -0000 Delivered-To: xff-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by uid 1003); 27 Sep 1996 19:55:37 -0000 Received: (qmail-queue invoked from smtpd); 27 Sep 1996 19:55:29 -0000 Received: from dfw-ix5.ix.netcom.com (206.214.98.5) by chaos.taylored.com with SMTP; 27 Sep 1996 19:55:29 -0000 Received: from #pbfloyd (col-md1-05.ix.netcom.com [204.32.170.37]) by dfw-ix5.ix.netcom.com (8.6.13/8.6.12) with ESMTP id MAA17149 for ; Fri, 27 Sep 1996 12:54:54 -0700 Message-Id: <199609271954.MAA17149@dfw-ix5.ix.netcom.com> From: "Caillean Greywolf" To: "X-Files-Fanfic" Subject: "Musings" (1/1) Date: Fri, 27 Sep 1996 15:46:41 -0400 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Priority: 3 X-Mailer: Microsoft Internet Mail 4.70.1155 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Precedence: bulk X-UIDL: 5f458b574c68979c03df51a3c6d2c233 **What is it with the food? :) I wrote this story last night, then as I'm posting it today, I see Sheryl wrote one with food in it.. hmmm... ( oh, BTW Sheryl, can't wait for the Masters Thesis on Seduction :) Well, this is just a little blerb that popped into my head after a few drinks at the Rusty Scupper last night. ( If anyone is ever in Baltimore, *GO THERE* :)** For Kelsey: Rating: PG Classification: MSR Summary: After a case, Mulder and Scully relax by eating, and thinking about each other. Standard Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not belong to me. Big suprise. They *do* however belong to Chris Carter, 10/13 productions, and FOX. No infringement was intended. Musings by Jennifer Ethridge pbfloyd@ix.netcom.com Dana Scully frowned thoughtfully into her drink. "You know, I never looked at it that way. It opens up so many new possibilities." Her partner glanced over at her. "I know, but why would he do it?" "Why does anyone do anything? Skinner decided to put his ass on the line for us. I'm just amazed at his reason for why." She sipped her drink, putting the iced tea back on the table. "Are you going to eat those?" She looked over at Mulder. "Hmm?" "The fries." Scully smiled. "Mulder, don't you think you've eaten enough already?" She still pushed her plate of French fries across the table. Mulder deftly picked a fry up and popped it into his mouth. "Hmm, not bad." "Mulder, I have this strange feeling that those fries taste just the same as the ones you ate earlier." He grinned, speaking between mouthfuls. "Nah, these are much better." Scully raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" Mulder nodded. "Of course, they came from you." She shook her head. "Mulder, they came from the kitchen" She smiled at his hurt look and rushed on. "But of course it's sweet of you to say so." *Why am I rushing to spare this man's feelings like this? God, this case must have taken more out of me than I thought.* Scully frowned once more. *He's been acting so strange lately too, I wonder what's gotten into him.* Mulder gazed over at his partner. Scully was lost in thought once again. She looked so beautiful like that. He was sure that even in this crowded restaurant her thoughts were enclosed in silence. Suddenly her eyes flickered to meet his, he was caught. Scully tilted her head to one side. "Done with the fires yet?" She signaled their waiter with little more than a glance. *She could have any man in the world she chose. With a glance from those blue eyes they would all flock to her side.* Mulder sighed, gazing at the red-haired beauty across the table from him *Maybe I need a vacation. I can't stop thinking about her.* He noticed Scully was frowning at the check. Mulder smiled, snatched it from her and got out his wallet. Scully looked at him, exasperated. "I was trying to figure out how much I owed." Mulder looked down at the check. "You owe...lemme see here... yes, that's right." He looked back up at her. "You owe me dessert." Scully laughed. "Deal." * "Scully, when I said dessert I was thinking of something more, oh, I don't know, *local* maybe?" She smiled, sipping her coffee. "Mulder, when you said dessert, that was *all* you said. I think the Inner Harbor is a perfect place on an evening like this." She turned her head into the light breeze. Their table was outside, over the waters of the bay. She sighed, smelling the faint salty briny sent of the water. Mulder grumbled half-heartedly. "You just picked here because it's closer to your apartment." Scully was still facing the water, not paying much attention to him. "You could always stay at my place." Suddenly she realized what she had said, and colored slightly. Thanking God for the low night lights she turned back to Mulder. *Oh good going Dana* Mulder watched his partner carefully. Was she blushing? It couldn't be, could it? Was Dana Scully, the ever practical Dana Scully, unconsciously telling him that she wanted... no. *Freudian slip?* He smiled lightly. "Oh come on Scully, you know my fish are missing me something fierce." She laughed. "Mulder, your fish are probably dead again." "So? Then I'll have to conduct a proper funeral before work tomorrow." He wondered if she had meant what she said, and jokingly added. "But if you *want* me to stay..." "No." Perhaps it came out a bit harsh. Scully smiled. "I mean, no, I wouldn't dream of keeping you away from your fish." Mulder laughed, staring intently at Scully. "I mean, if you *really* wanted me to stay the night..." "Mulder" He gazed into her eyes. "Yes?" "Are you going to finish that?" Mulder laughed as he pushed the French silk pie across the table to Scully. *One of these days Dana Katherine Scully, one of these days I'm going to take you up on that offer.* FIN ************************************************ Once there was a childlike innocence, now there is only the truth....... Jennifer Ethridge pbfloyd@ix.netcom.com ***********************************************