From: Sugarellie Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2001 07:14:15 -0700 (PDT) Subject: NEW : Paperwork by Sugarellie (1/1) Source: xff Title: Paperwork Author: Sugarellie (sugarellie2000@yahoo.com) Rating: PG-13 for some language and one hot kiss. Classification: V, MSR, UST Summary: While stuck with loads of paperwork, our favorite agents get into a heated discussion Distribution: Anywhere, just keep authors name and disclaimer attached. And if you're really kind sent me an e-mail at sugarellie2000@yahoo.com so I can come and visit :) Disclaimer: I am not the one responsible for torturing our favorite agents on The X-files with years and years of UST. That's Chris Carter's fault. Although you could say it's a conspiracy of 1013 Productions and Fox, so that the TV-watching public gets hooked..... Anyway, all I'm doing is giving them a way to let of some steam. If I wouldn't they would surely explode and that means no addicted viewers anymore for the conspiracy-makers, so less money and that would be bad news, right? Also Chris wouldn't be able to play with them some more and I would *really* regret that :) Spoilers: Very tiny ones for Fire, War of the Coprophages (I still can't spell it) and Syzygy, but this story won't even spoil the plots, so....... Author's note: OK, this was my fist attempt at something I hope is slightly humorous. It *was* intended that way. So even if you had to grin just once, please let me know at sugarellie2000@yahoo.com. I will do a happy dance around my living room :) I'm also considering writing a sequel, but only if someone is actually going to read, so let me know. Paperwork By Sugarellie PG-13 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was typing frantically behind the computer. Every time she had looked at him the past week -more times then she was willing to admit - he had been totally absorbed by something supposedly work-related. Even though she kept having the distinct feeling that he was looking at her, when she turned around to check out her hypothesis, he wasn't even paying attention to her. Still..... They had been stuck together in their basement for over a week doing paperwork and it was now becoming painfully clear the office was overstuffed. Every time either one of them had to get a file they had to walk round the other, which was impossible without touching. Every time that happened Scully felt a little electric spark going up her spine. She blamed her celibacy of seven years for that. It was just a physical reaction to physical contact she was unaccustomed to. Most of the time she even believed herself. She jumped when she felt his hand on her shoulder. "I'm gonna get some fresh air, okay?", he asked. Still breathing heavily from his unexpected touch, she jumped. "No, that's not okay", she yelled a him, surprised by the sharpness of her own voice. "It's not all right that you keep running out, letting me do the lion's share of the work, especially considering it is *your* fault, were doing it anyway." She was still shocked of the hand he had placed on her shoulder and that made her lash out a bit harder than intended. True, this would be at least the tenth time he would run out of the office, leaving her with all the work. He looked just as surprised at her sudden outburst as she was. "What do you mean, *my* fault?", he stuttered, suddenly indignant with her behavior. "If I remember correctly, *you* were the one that had to take that policeman's car, from under his nose." "OH, that's *not* how it happened. If *you* wouldn't have taken off all of the sudden with *our* rental car, we would be just fine. I couldn't just let you drive off without me, so I had to take the first mean of transport that was available." "Yes, a *police*car. Anyway, I thought I saw the suspect's car driving by." "Yes, you *thought* you saw it driving by. Thought, being the operative word here. You didn't bother checking it with me, and you conveniently forgot the fact that you are color-blind, and therefore unable to know whether that was really the *red* car we were looking for and not a *green* one with a poor old lady in it that got the scare of her life when you started pulling your gun and screaming: 'Get out of the car, FBI'." "It wouldn't have made a difference if I had asked you, whether the car was green or red. You were to busy flirting with the local law enforcement to notice it anyway." "I wasn't flirting with him, I was trying to get us out of a speeding bill, *you* got, because *you* were the one driving well over any speed limit." "Yeah, you were getting us out of a speeding bill by drooling all over the guy. You couldn't even keep your tongue in your mouth." "That's *not* true, besides how could you know that if you were so busy looking for armed and dangerous old ladies. By the way, if it hadn't been for me, you would have gotten into serious trouble with Skinner for speeding.........*again*." "Yeah, because now we *aren't* in any trouble, because *you* stole the poor guy's car. Anyway, I wasn't speeding, and even if I was, it would be your fault." "Oh, this is getting good, *your* speeding is *my* fault? What did I do? Telepathically order you to break the speeding laws?" "You were being bitchy, so I wanted to get to the hotel as fast as possible." "*I* was being bitchy? Well excuse me if I wasn't in one of my best moods after *you* had been dragging me out into the middle of nowhere to chase some guy that you say was making his entire family disappear by just snapping his fingers. If it only was that easy to make people disappear. *You* wouldn't be standing here then, that's for sure." "You hadn't been open-minded about anything I had said to you. You just asked for my theory, so that you would have a good excuse to call me insane again." "For God's sake, the family was on a fucking *fishing* trip. If you had just bothered to check out some other source, besides the parents' obviously deeply disturbed neighbor, you would have known that, instead of making a total fool of yourself with the local police. Hell, the woman claimed that aliens were here to make friends with us and that it is them who are ruling Hollywood, so that we can enjoy ourselves watching the movies they make." "That was a perfectly plausible explanation, you are just to damn stubborn to admit it. Well, I'm surprised you even heard that story, considering you were so busy eyeing Mr. I-look-so-good-in-my-uniform policeman. I'm surprised he didn't arrest you for sexual intimidation." "We're back at *that* now. For your information, I *wasn't* flirting with the guy. But even if I was, it's none of your business. I can flirt with whoever I want to." "No, you can't." "EXCUSE ME.' "I said, you can't." "And why the *hell* not." "When we're on the job you have to behave professionally, and that doesn't mean you have to look at every man we work with, like you are going to jump his bones any second." "And *you* of all people are telling *me* this, Mulder." "What's that supposed to mean?" "C'mon, you remember your ex-girlfriend Phoebe, right. And what about Bambi? And Detective White?" "You can't compare that." "Oh, why not?" "Well for starters Phoebe was my ex-girlfriend, so I already had a personal relationship with her, before I worked with her. And Detective White wasn't my fault, it was just the planet alignment." "And Bambi?" "What about her?" "How is your flirting with her different from my *supposed* flirting with the police guy?" "It just is, okay." "So it's okay for you to hit on someone we work with, but it's not for me. Why is that. because I'm a woman? Yeah, you're really open-minded. And you know, we haven't even started on *our* relationship." "So now you're accusing me of being unprofessionally in our relationship too." "Well, I don't call all the sexual innuendoes you throw my way and all the little touches real partner-like behavior." "So you're saying I seduce you?" "Yeah, you do. You always guide me out the door with you hand on my back and you brush my hand when you're trying to get my attention. Yes, I call that seducing." They were both shaking with anger now. "I......I will show you what seducing is" and with that he grabbed her ass and pulled her body to his. Their mouths clashed with bruising force and his tongue forced himself into her mouth. His hands were all over her body and her's all over his. Their tongues intertwined in a fight for control over the kiss. "Uhumm.....agents?" They both broke away reluctantly from the kiss as they saw Skinner standing in the doorway. "I was just wondering if you had already finished your paperwork, so that you could start a new case." "We're almost done, Sir.", Scully muttered while her face got redder and redder. "Good, I'm expecting you both in my office in an hour and a half." He turned away from his two agents, who were now both blushing furiously and walked out of the door. "That was about time", he mumbled to himself, while making his was up the stairs again. "I don't have that much paperwork left for them to do. I guess agent Smith owns me fifty bucks now." The End Please send me a little something at sugarellie2000@yahoo.com. My mailbox just loves mail, so make him happy :)