From: "Meg M" <supervixen@lovemail.com>
Date: Sun, 18 Apr 1999 20:32:28 -0400
Subject: story- School Spirit Scully

"School Spirit Scully"
by- Katilyn Samantha Mulder
xphileralways@hotmail.com
please email me comments, suggestions, criticism, death threats, words of wisdom, shoes, whatever.  This is one of my first stories, so it's like wearing those badges:  
"PLEASE FORGIVE ME.  I'M A TRAINEE"

VH- Vignette/Humor
Mulder/Scully friendship

Summary:  Mulder forgets Scully's birthday, so for forgivness he
accompanies her to her reunion. 

i like this title.  for some strange and odd reason, i like this title. 

I'm one of those people who believe Scully should drive more.  And I
noticed something about the character of Scully;  she doesn't have
expressions unless it's a 'look'.  She pouts.  Her face is almost always
in a pout.  It's not a bad thing, I just notic ed that. 

I also noticed from a lot of other FanFic that they make Scully too mean. 
Why?  In my stories she only gets that means when she is drugged, on her
monthly cycle and Mulder pisses her off, or because she isn't really
Scully...nevermind.  Read my stories a nd you'll get what I mean.  What I
mean is, WRITE THEM INTO CHARACTER BETTER!!!  (boy, aren't I just mommy's
little hypocrite) 

Also, they make Mulder to...perfect.  No offense.  He is one good-looking
man.  Better than that.  But, his CHARACTER (not th genuine DD)  isn't
perfect.  He isn't some casanova like other people make him to be.  Not
everybody makes him like that, but som e (and you KNOW who you are) do,
and it makes me sick to my stomach. 

Basically, I'm just being a complaining little...freak. 

Disclaimer:  ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH THE X-FILES
LEGALLY IS, sorry to say, NOT MINE.  IT BELONGS TO THE ALMIGHTY X-FILE
PEOPLE, which have no reason to sue me.  I'm a 14 year old with no income. 
What would your point be.  EVERYTHING, except my own creations, BELONGS TO
SOMEBODY ELSE LEGALLY, unless, of course, you WANT to give me Mulder.  No
objections here.  Make sure he come with his glasses and sweater though,
k?  Kewl.  Now, on with the story... 

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FBI Headquarters
February 19, 1999
9:30 AM

Mulder sat at his desk and pretended to do work.  But, in reality, he was
bascially just twirling a pen in his hands and occasionally draw little
doodles on a scratch piece of paper.  He just starting drawing stick
figures subconciously.  Before he knew i t he was enjoying it.  His
picture consisted of a stick figure him in a suit, a stick figure Scully
short and curvy, L-shaped guns in both of their hands and retanglar boxes
in the other (to represent badges).  In the backround were stick figures
of vampi res, aliens, and a smoking man.  Mulder took a second glance at
his picture and held in a small laugh.  The comparasion of the stick
figure agents was quite true, and therefore funny.  Stick Scully was
about, on the paper, three centimeters shorter than h im.  Her hair was
parted at the side and she had lips.  Not just the curved smile, but lips. 
Except they were two sizes to big. 

"Mulder, what is so amusing?" 

Mulder looked behind him quickly and saw Scully.  She was dressed as
professinal as always, but with a semi-confused look on her face. 

"Oh, umm...nothing.  Just," Mulder studdered out as he crumpled up the
piece of paper and threw it in the trash, successfully, "It's just
nothing." 

"O-kay," Scully said as she slowly sat in her seat, trying to figure
Mulder out. 

After a minute of just backround noises of phones and keyboards, Mulder
finally said, "What took you so long to get to the office?" 

Scully looked hurt, then expressionless.  Then bitter as she said, "I went
out with my mother.  We ran some 'errands' and had breakfast.  Why'd you
asked?" 

Mulder was a little confused with her expression and tone.  "Oh, no
reason.  Just that you usually don't come to the office late." 

"On 'some' days I do." 

Mulder *knew* there was a hidden message there, he was just so dense he
couldn't get it.  He just nodded and turned back to his desk. 

Scully gave her 'i-can't-believe-this-guy' pout and booted up her
computer.  As that was happening she tore off another day on the desk
calendar.  She looked at it for a second, then 'accidently' dropped it to
the floor, right by Mulder. 

"Mulder," she said, innocently. 

"Yeah?" he said as he turned around again.  He saw her face and knew
something was up. 

"Can you please pick up that piece of paper by your feet.  It fell off my
desk."  Her eyes turned into 'Daddy's-little-girl's' pleading eyes. 

Scully wasn't a very good liar, at choice times.  This was one of those
times.  He raised one eyebrow slightly and bent over to pick up the paper. 
There had to be something hidden that she wasn't telling me.  He quickly
glanced at the paper before handin g it to Scully.  It was from a desk
calendar, but all he could catch was the date.  And he didn't pay much
attention to that. 

"Oh, can you throw it away, I don't need it."  Then Scully went to her
computer and started up a program. 

Mulder waited a second, hesitating.  Then he crumpled up the paper and
threw it in his trash.  When he turned back to his desk, he heard Scully
tapping harder on her keyboard for a few seconds. 

"How could he be so dense!" Scully thought as she calmed down.  "Him with
his Oxford educated brain can't figure out to look at the stupid piece of
paper!  Ggggrrrrrr." 

Mulder waited a few seconds before he turned around again and said,
"Scully, is every thing all right?" 

She forced a fake smile, and it showed, and replied, "I'm fine, Mul-der." 

Mulder was getting intimidated by her words.  So, he just nodded his head
and turned back to nothing to do on his desk. 

"He will pay.  And I know exactly how to too," Scully said in her mind as
she thought of her plan.  An evil smile spread across her face before her
normal 'professinal pout' took over. 

Mulder's apartment
6:30 PM

Mulder walked into his apartment, still puzzled by the events earlier that
day.  Scully had eased up a bit, but he could tell she was disturbed by
something.  He set everything of his down and sat on the couch, turning on
the television. 

"What the hell was her problem today?" he thought as he channel surfed. 
He replayed the events and found nothing.  As he settled to a program on
the Fox Network he thought about it some more. 

As what was happening on the tube slowly came oblivious to him he
remembered the incident with the calendar paper.  He tried to focus on the
date, which wasn't hard with his memory.  What did it say?  February 18th,
that's right.  What's so special about.  ..ah, hell.  It's the day before
Scully's birthday, which would be today. 

Shit!  He had completely forgot.  What the hell was he going to do now!? 

First thing, he knew, was to apologize.  He picked up his phone and
pressed 'speed dial 1'.  It rang once.  Twice.  Three times.  In the
middle of the fourth ring a femine voice came on, "Hello?" 

"Hey Scully." 

Scully held the phone between her head and her shoulder as she was busy
cooking.  One pot was boiling with water, the other filled half way with a
creamy off-white sauce heating up.  Her eyes went away from the stove when
she heard Mulder's voice.  She co uldn't wait to see what he said. 

"Hi Mulder.  What's wrong?"  She then added noodles to the water and
turned down the heat. 

Mulder cleared his throat before he continued.  "Um, nothing.  Well, it is
something but..., um..." 

"Mulder?" 

"I'm sorry." 

Scully smirked as she knew what he had probably just realized.  She
decided to play dumb. 

"Why Mulder.  What did you do?" 

"Come on Scully.  You're the smartest and cleverest person I know.  You
know what I'm talking about.  I'm sorry that I forgot about your
birthday." 

Mulder was good.  He was very good.  Scully noticed that he managed to
compliment her when he was apoligizing. 

"Oh, that's okay.  I really didn't expect you to remember anyways.  I
mean, it's not the most important thing in the world, you know.  It's not
a big deal." 

"Of course it is.  I'm your friend.  I'm suppossed to remember stuff like
that." 

"But you're also a guy.  You're suppossed to forget stuff like that." 

"Good point." 

Scully held in a small laugh. 

Mulder continued, "But I don't want to forget stuff like that, especially
with you." 

Scully smiled, neglecting the now bubbling sauce. 

"That's nice," Scully said sweetly. 

"Yeah.  So, what can I do to make it up to you?" Mulder asked, knowing it
was partially a mistake as soon as it left his mouth. 

"Hmm, let me think," Scully said, pretending to be thinking, even though
she already knew what she would ask of him.  That's when she noticed the
sauce bubbling over the top of the pan. 

"Ah, fuck me!" Scully said in response to the forgoting sauce.  She
quickly turned off the heat and took the pan off the stove. 

Mulder's face contorted into confusion.  He paused, then said, "Gees
Scully, that's a little blundt.  But, if you insist..." 

"Mulder." 

Mulder smiled to himself for his joke. 

Scully scuffed as she started to wipe up the mess. 

"What happened over there, Scully?" Mulder asked. 

"This sauce I was making just spilt everywhere." 

"What are you doing cooking on your birthday?" 

"I wouldn't let my mom cook me a meal.  She always makes these extravagent
meals that no one even finishes.  So she is coming over and celebrating my
birthday over here." 

"Even on your birthday, the day you are supposed to be spoiled to death,
you won't let anyone take control of you." 

Scully smiled, "Never." 

Mulder smiled.  Then said, "So, get anything good for your birthday?" 

"I got myself some new clothes and my mother got me some practical stuff." 

Mulder thought he could have a little fun with this.  "What is 'practical
stuff' anyways?" 

"Woman stuff from Bath and Body Works." 

"Ah, I see...what kind?" 

"Wouldn't you like to know." 

Ah ha, she was playing back. 

Mulder started again, "Seriously though, wha..." 

"DAMNIT!" Scully yelled, not meaning to yell in the phone, or drop it like
she did. 

"Scully?"  No reply.  "Scully!?"  He heard soft cursing then running
water.  "Scully what happened?  Scully?" 

He heard slight wind then Scully's voice again.  "Sorry.  Burned my hand
on the fucking stove, then dropped the phone." 

"Having a stressful birthday?" 

"Like you wouldn't believe." 

"What can I do to make it a better one?" he asked, meaning it to sound as
seductive as it did, just to tease with her. 

Scully clicked her tongue, then remebered her plan.  "Come with me on
Sunday." 

Mulder opened his mouth, but paused.  "Um, Scully..." 

"Just say yes." 

"Uh, okay.  Sure, fine, whatever." 

"Ha ha Mulder." 

"So, where are WE going?" 

"To my high school reunion." 

Immediately, Mulder started protesting.  "But...no fair.  You didn't tell
me *that*.  Why do I have to go anyways?" 

"Because I don't want to look like a loner." 

It was a good excuse.  Mulder would have asked the same from Scully.  And
he probably would have been that coniving too. 

Scully continued.  "Mulder, I got to go.  I have to save the sauce and
make sure I don't burn the noodles as well.  Bye, be ready by ten o' clock
Saturday morning, k?" 

"Why Saturday?" 

"Because we still have to travel down there I'll pick you up.  Bye." 

"Uh..." 

Scully hung up before he could say anything else.  At least she had an
escort.  NOT A DATE!  An escort.  She turned off the heat on the noodles
and stirred the over-heated sauce. 

Outside Mulder's apartment building
February 20, 1999
9:45 AM

"You came early," Mulder commented as he loaded his packed bag into the
trunk, his slightly wet hair a little messed up.  One strand kept falling
on his forehead, which he sort of hated. 

Scully rolled her eyes and got into the driver's seat.  "I wanted to get a
good start."  Mulder then crawled into his seat, adjusting it to his
liking. 

"Sure, fine, whatever." 

A small punch to his arm. 

"Hey..." 

"Mulder..." Scully said before giving Mulder a 'look'.  Not '*the* look',
but a 'look'. 

Mulder stopped immediately.  They should really have a class called
'Scully Looks 101'.  Her damn looks can intimidate even the strongest
criminal. 

Twenty minutes on the road without a interesting word. 

"Sorry, but right now I can't stand silence," Scully said as she reached
over and opened her glove capartment.  It had a few cd's and some papers. 
Scully grabbed a cd case, took out the cd, and plugged it in. 

Mulder glanced at the case.  "Garbage, Scully?" 

Scully looked at Mulder.  "Kristen gave it to me a year ago.  It is
actually pretty good.  It seems to fit my life style more than classical
does." 

"I see," Mulder said as he grabbed out another cd.  "And how would you
explain Foo Fighters, Scully?" 

"Kristen." 

"You use that excuse to much." 

"I'm sorry if it's true." 

The first song came on.  It stopped for a second then started again, then
did the stop-start thing again. 

"What is this song called?" Mulder asked. 

"Super Vixen." 

"Super Vixen?" Mulder glanced at Scully.  "Kristen is trying despertatly
to get you trendy." 

"More than despertatly.  She gets me cds, clothes, and pjs.  She is as
obsessed with getting me to be like a teenager like you are with the
X-files." 

"It's not an obsession." 

"Sure Mulder." 

"It's an unhealthy involvment." 

A small laugh from Scully, a smile from Mulder. 

"Same difference Mulder." 

The second song started. 

~Do-do-do do do do~

"What's with the 'do's?" Mulder asked. 

"It's part of the song." 

"I know that, but does it have any relavance to the song?" 

"Not really, it just sounds neat." 

~People take a look at me~ ~Let me dirty up your minds~

"Kinky.  What is this song called?" Mulder asked again. 

"You ask to many questions.  It's called 'Queer'." 

"Queer?" 

"Mulder, stop being immature.  Queer, in this song, means strange." 

"Oh my god, the next generation actually knows a different meaning of
queer?" 

"Surprise, surprise." 

~The queerest of the queer~ ~The strangest of the strange~ ~The coldest of
the cool~ ~The lamest of the lame~

"You know what this song reminds me of?" Mulder asked, yet again. 

Scully sighed, then replied, "What?" 

"Me." 

"You?" 

"Yeah, at least the way other people think of me.  Strange, lame, cold,
different." 

"I don't see you that way." 

"But you know me." 

"Exactly. So don't listen to them and listen to me." 

"Sounds good to me." 

~I know it's good for you~ ~You can touch me if you want~ ~I know it's
good for you~ ~You can touch me if you want~

"What does that have to do with the song?" 

"Do you ever stop asking questions?" 

Mulder smiled, then replied, "No." 

"It makes it sound more seductive and provocitive I guess." 

"Another fine quaility of me." 

Another small laugh. 

"What?  You think thats true, Scully?" Mulder asked, with a crooked smile
and leaning closer to her. 

Scully gave Mulder '*the* look' this time, and he backed off.  They joked
like that all the time. 

An hour later they got to their destination, or, at least, a hotel in that
vacinite. 

They checked in, with the odd glance they always got when they booked two
rooms.  Why did everyone think they were together?  It's enough to drive
Scully crazy.  Mulder, in some eyes, was already passed that point. 

"G'night Scully." 

"Nite Mulder." 

They said this to each other as they opened the rooms to their respectable
hotel room doors. 

February 21, 1999 
Day of the reunion

The next morning Scully woke up to a knock on her door.  She got up,
forgetting her robe, and answered it.

"Mulder?" 

"No, it's the Super Vixen." 

Scully smile was lazy and filled with sleep.  She noticed he was dressed
in sweats. Probably just got back from running. 

"What are you doing?" she asked as she rubbed her left eye. 

"I wanted to know what time we had to be ready for the reunion." 

"It starts at five at my old school." 

"Good.  Want to go get some breakfast?" 

"How about lunch.  What time is it?" 

"9:00." 

"I slept late.  Meet me back here in three hours." 

"Sure.  By the way, nice pjs." 

Scully looked confused, then looked down at what she was wearing.  It was
dark blue with clouds, moons, and stars on baggy pants and a tank top." 

Before Scully could say a word, Mulder said, "Kristen?" 

"Yeah." 

Mulder smiled.  "See you in three hours." 

"Bye." 

She closed the door and heard Mulder walking to his next door room.  She
striped down as she starting walking to the bathroom for a shower.  Then
decided against it.  She brought her Bath and Body Works stuff, she would
use that for a bath.  A treat she h adn't treated herself with in a LONG
time. 

About three hours later Scully approached the connecting door of their two
rooms and knocked, and was surprised when a knock on the other side
happened at the same time.  Scully turned the handle and pushed as someone
on the other side pulled.  This surpr ised Scully again and, by the look
on Mulder's face, he was shocked to.  His shock turned into a smile as she
said, "I swear, Scully, sometimes we think to much alike." 

"I know, it's starting to scare me," Scully said back quickly, then she
smiled. 

"Ready?" 

"Ready."  Scully then walked through the connecting door and they walked
out of Mulder's hotel room together. 

"That was a waste of money," the hotel clerk thought.  "They should have
only gotten one room and saved a little." 

It was four-thirty, and Scully was now putting on her make-up.  She was
running late, she was going to be late, and Mulder was probably pacing
around his room waiting for her. 

She was wrong.  He was pacing outside her room.  Every ten seconds he
checked his watch, then finally opened the door, which wasn't locked, and
said, "It's not even my reunion and I'm more anxious to get there than
you." 

Scully popped her head out of the bathroom door.  "Why?" 

"I want to get to know your past better.  This could be fun." 

"Mulder, please don't embarrass me.  Please."  Her voice was defiantly
pleading. 

"Scully, are you begging?"  A crooked smile formed on his lips. 

"Yes, I am.  Please." 

"Sure." 

"Thanks.  Now, let's go." 

Scully steeped out of the bathroom wearing a long, green, silky, high
front, low back dress.  Mulder was dressed in a dressy, but not to fancy,
tux.  He held out his arm and Scully connected.  They walked to Scully's
car. 

"Can I drive?" Mulder asked. 

"No.  You don't know where it is." 

"You can tell me." 

"It's okay Mulder.  I wouldn't want to trouble you," Scully said smart. 

Mulder sat in the passenger side and they were off. 

When they got to the high school Scully stopped the car and Mulder got
out.  He walked over to Scully's side and realized something.  She was
still in the car.  He bent down and knocked on the window.  She looked up
at him nervously. 

"Scully?  Are you okay?" 

"Yeah," she said through the glass, then didn't move. 

"Scully?" 

"Just a little nervous." 

Mulder smiled.  "After six years with me, fighting flukeman and vampires,
aliens and smoking men, mothmen and myself, you're nervous to go into a
room full of people you already know." 

Scully smiled and opened the door, stepping out.  Mulder smiled as he saw
his words comforted her.  What are friends for. 

They walked in together and saw a woman about Scully's age sitting at a
table full of name tags.  The woman looked up and smiled at Scully, then
at Mulder. 

"Hi Dana!  How are you?" 

Both agents approached the table and Scully replied, "Hey Debbie.  I'm
fine." 

"Good.  So, did you become a scientist?" 

"Doctor, same thing.  And a FBI agent." 

"Really?" Debbie replied, not meaning it as a question as she took a
nametag and handed it to Scully.  Scully put it on the top left corner of
her dress. 

"And who is your date?" Debbie asked, ready to write it on a tag. 

"My escort is Mulder.  He is my FBI partner." 

Mulder smiled weakly, but he looked hurt. 

Scully continued, without noticing his face, "And my best-friend." 

Mulder's smile was strong now, with no hurt in it at all. 

"Is Mulder your...first name?" Debbie asked before writing down anything. 

"Actually, I just go by my last name.  I hate my first name.  call me
Mulder." 

Debbie noticed that Mulder had a sexy voice to go with his hot bod.  She
hesitated writing it down, then looked up at Mulder. 

"Why don't you write it yourself.  I'm not sure how to write that," Debbie
said as she handed Mulder the tag and black marker.  Mulder accepted and
went to the nearest wall to write it.  As he leaned against the wall he
heard the door they had came throug h open again and new voices.  He
finished writing his name and turned to give the pen back when he saw that
Debbie was a little busy with the new-comers. 

"Come on, Mulder," Scully said as she turned towards the double doors in
front of them. 

Mulder followed, putting on his name tag, and lead Scully into the gym by
touching the small of her back, putting the pen in his pocket with his
other. 

As soon as they were out of sight, Debbie said, "Excuse me," at the
new-comers and pulled out a cell-phone and dialed a number.  As soon as
someone pick up she started talking. 

"Lynn, Dana Scully is here, and you wouldn't believe who she is with. 
Just look at the cafeteria doors." 

A tall brunette inside closed her cell-phone and looked up at the doors. 
There she saw Dana Scully walk in with a tall, handsome, dark brown
haired, gentle looking man.  Fox Mulder.  That bitch Dana. 

Lynn, the tall brunette, put away her phone and put on her sweetest face. 
She started walking towards Dana Scully with her hands behind her back. 
The walk that drove some guys crazy in school. 

Scully looked around the room before taking another step.  She recongized
some people, others she would have to get closer.  Mulder stood next to
her and looked around at all the strange people.  Then he looked straight
ahead and saw, which surprised him,
 a familiar face. 

Scully was about to walk again when she looked straight ahead, and saw
Lynn walking towards her.  Oh, shit.  Not her.  Anyone but her. 

Lynn approached the agents standing in front of the double-doors.  "Hello
Dana," Lynn said almost bitter. 

"Hi, Lynn," Scully said back, as sweet as she could right now.  It came
out almost coldly. 

"Hey Fox," Lynn flirted with Mulder. 

"Lynn," he said back, and avioded eye contact with both women. 

Scully looked at Mulder in shock.  How?... she already had an idea. 

"Well, Dana Scully.  Your looking...the same as always.  Is it Scully, or
is it something else right now?" 

"It's still Scully." 

"No big surprise." 

Scully squinted her eyes slightly. 

"So, Fox, how has life been treating you?" 

"It's Mulder, and," he put an arm around Scully, "Life's good." 

Lynn smiled coldly at Mulder.  "Excuse me," she said them walked away, not
as sure as she was with herself like before. 

As soon as Lynn's back was turned, Scully dug an elbow into Mulder's side,
causing him to get his arm off her. 

"Mulder, you have some explaining to do." 

"Well, um..." 

"Mulder?"  Scully now stood in front of Mulder, staring into his eyes,
intimidating him. 

"Old fling, that's all." 

"How old." 

"Back before I met you." 

"Oh great.  Somehow you managed to date my old high school enemy." 

"She gained a few pounds." 

Scully knew Mulder was just trying to make her feel better.  She looked
just as same as the guy magnet, skinny, beautiful Lynn as from school. 
Scully crossed her arms and looked annoyed. 

Mulder's attempt to make her feel better did not work, and he could tell. 
He put his hand on her shoulder and lead her more into the cafeteria. 
They sat down at an unoccupied table. 

"Come on Scully.  Don't get intimidated by her.  She is a spoiled,
self-centered brat.  That's why it only lasted a week." 

"More than I needed to know, and I'm not sure 'brat' is the word." 

"Scully, come on.  We came to have fun, right?  Let's go mingle." 

"Mingle?  Mulder, do you mingle?" 

"I think I can handle it." 

Scully smiled which made him smile.  Mulder stood up again and offered his
hand.  Scully took it gratefully that he was there to comfort her.  She
stood up next to him and they went to mingle. 

Another petite woman walked up to them immediately, looking perky.  "Hi
Dana!  How are you?  You look great!  Who's this with you?" 

Scully looked confused, then realization hit her like a ton of bricks,
"Shirley?  Hello!," both women hugged and Scully continued, "Hi!  I'm
fine.  Thanks, you look good too.  How has life been?" 

"Pretty good I would say," Shirley said as she held up her left hand,
showing off a engagment and wedding ring set on her finger.  Her smile was
from ear to ear. 

"Congratulations!  Is the lucky guy here?" Scully asked, Mulder standing
silent next to her. 

"Yeah.  He's meeting and greeting all of his other friends." 

"You married Cory!  Oh, congratulations!  I knew you two were great for
each other." 

"Speaking of marriage, is this your guy?  Good choice," Shirley said as
she looked Mulder over, then smiled at Scully.  Scully opened her mouth to
protest, paused, then said, "Actually, he is my FBI partner and best
friend, Fox Mulder." 

"Ah, I see.  Hello Fox," Shirley said sweetly as she held out her left
hand.  Mulder held out his right hand, then switched when Shirley did. 
Finally they got it right and shook hands as Mulder smiled silly and
Shirley mouthed to Scully, "He's so cute." 

Scully smiled slightly and hung her head for a second, then brought it
back up. 

"So, you became an FBI agent?  I thought for sure you would be a doctor." 

"I am, actually." 

"Really!?  Oh, I'm so happy for you!  You have to be the most accomplished
here." 

"Thanks," Scully said. 

"So, Fox.  What do you do?" Shirley questioned. 

"Remember?  FBI agent." 

"Oh," Shirley knocked on her head softly, "Duh.  I knew that.  Well, I got
to go make sure Cory isn't slamming beer cans on his head.  Bye Dana,
Fox." 

"Bye," both agents said at the same time. 

As the evening progressed Scully introduced Mulder to a lot of people she
used to know.  And everyone asked them if they were together.  It amused
both of them everytime it happened.  You would think they would have
gotten tired of it already. 

Scully was really enjoying herself, and so was Mulder, even with a room
full of strangers, which he was usually hated. 

Scully was saying something to Mulder when her voice slowed and her eyes
drifted off to the side.  Mulder looked confused then turned his attention
to where Scully's was.  There was a man walking towards them, with two
glasses of punch in his hands.  We w as about an inch smaller than Mulder,
dressed nicely, glasses, dark hair, and happy eyes.  Mulder was jealous
already. 

"Hey Dana," said the man when he got to them.  The man then looked at
Mulder like he expected him to leave him and Scully alone.  Mulder didn't
budge. 

"Hi Ryan," Scully said, an unexplained tone in her voice.  Mulder just got
more jealous by it, but it calmed down when he heard a small pinge of fear
in her voice as well. 

"So, how have you been, Dana?" the man asked. 

Scully couldn't believe he was here.  She didn't think he would come.  In
fact, she had forgoten about him until he started walking towards her. 
And in her process of remembering Ryan, she forgot about Mulder. 

Ryan handed Scully a cup from his hands and Scully accepted, forcing a
weak smile.  Mulder stared at Scully, then Ryan.  Then Scully, then Ryan. 
Scully, Ryan.  It doesn't take a professinal profiler to figure out that
they were boyfriend and girlfriend. 

Both were off in there own little worlds, talking 'sweetly' to each other,
but Scully still had that slight fear in her voice.  Sharing smiles and
eye contact.  Mulder cleared his throat.  Ryan just asked another
question.  Mulder coughed a little louder. 
  Scully answered with her voice lost.  Finally, Mulder just 'accidently'
bumped into Scully while shifting his weight.  Scully finally looked up at
Mulder, then looked embarrassed.  Her face got as red as the punch she
didn't even take a sip of yet.  Rya n glared at Mulder.  Mulder didn't
make any sort of eye contact with him. 

"Um, Ryan, this is...uh...uh..." 

"Mulder," Mulder finished and held out his hand.  "Fox Mulder." 

"Fox?  Bet you were teased as a kid," Ryan replied coldly. 

What is with Mulder and first impressions?  Scully yelled at him, Bill
called him a sorry s-o-b, and now Ryan is teasing him and staring at him
coldly. 

Mulder turned to Scully.  Then Ryan said, "Dana, I'll be right back." 

When Ryan left, Mulder calmly said, "So, old flame?" 

"Mulder, can we go?" 

Mulder got confused.  "What?  I thought you wanted to stay and see who got
the different awards?" 

"I did, but," Scully said, looking around the room, then back at Mulder's
eyes. "He isn't an old flame I'd like to light up again." 

"You don't have to.  Your an adult, you can have a respectful conversation
with an old 'friend'." 

"Not him I can't." 

"What's wrong?" Mulder said concerningly. 

Scully looked up pleading into Mulder's eyes again for the second time
that night.  Not very 'Scully-like'. 

"What's wrong?" Mulder asked again, touching her shoulder.  "You're
stronger than anyone I've ever known.  You can defiantly get by talking to
that guy." 

"I dunno," Scully said, slowing turning so Mulder's hand would escape her
shoulder.  This guy must really bug her. 

"Why?  What did he do?" Mulder asked while getting into her personal
space. 

"Just lay off it Mulder," Scully snapped back, her voice a little annoyed. 

Mulder's confusion and interest in knowing just increased.  He back away a
little, and Scully could breath again. 

Mulder waited a second then said, "I gotta find a bathroom real quick. 
I'll find you later." 

Mulder turned to go when a strong hand grabbed his arm hard.  He turned
around and saw Scully, her eyes wide, her hand gribbing is arm.  His eyes
went to her eyes, to his arm, to her eyes again.  Scully looked at his arm
as her eyes went back to normal.  She released her grib and stared at the
ground.  She talked to the ground when she said, "Don't go." 

Mulder picked up her fallen hand.  "Why not, Scully.  Tell me." 

Scully looked up again and smiled weakly.  It faded away quickly as she
saw from the corner of her eyes that Ryan Perkins was coming back. 

"Mulder," she said while gesturing behind him.  Mulder got the idea. 
"Let's go outside and talk." 

Scully turned around towards the doors, pulling Mulder by the hand he
held.  Mulder followed, quickly looking back at Ryan's confused face
watching them walk away.  It was sweet revenge. 

They hit the cold night air once they opened the doors at the front of the
school. 

"Let me show you around.  I hope they didn't change it around to much,"
Scully told Mulder as she turned the corner around the cafeteria.  Mulder
followed through another set of double doors. 

"Ryan Perkins," said a femine voice behind Ryan.  He turned around and saw
the youngish looking face of Lynn.  He smiled conivingly, not letting Lynn
notice it. 

"Hello Lynn.  How have you been?" ryan answered back, flirtasiously. 

They walked down school halls filled with classrooms and lockers.  Only
the clear sky moonlight outside gave light.  Scully had her arms crossed
as She walked, Mulder's hand were in his pockets, head hanging, but also
looking around.  The doors were paint ed black and the lockers white. 
School colors.  Scully looked around remembering everything.  The
chattering voices once again filled her ears.  Meg's helpful and cheerie
voice telling her where her classrooms are on her first day.  She was
always so nic e.  Scully closed her eyes and saw some of the young faces
passing her by, wondering how the new red-headed girl was.  Then she saw
the young face of Ryan.  She opened her eyes and stopped.  Mulder stopped
with her, and looked at her face. 

First her face looked distressed, then thoughtful.  Then Scully looked to
her right.  Mulder went to look what got her attention.  All he saw were
lockers. 

Scully uncrossed her arms and touched a locker on the top row.  Mulder
heard a small laugh from Scully. 

"What?" Mulder asked a little quiet, but playfully. 

"My old locker.  I remember, that I was even shorter than I am now in high
school.  I had a hard time reaching it during school, especially with five
kids in my way.  I always had to get this girl next to me to open it,
until I met..." 

Scully stopped there and her face fell a little.  Mulder was about to get
closer to comfort her, taking a guess on what she was going to say next
when Scully started turning the dial on the locker.  Mulder was about to
question when Scully successfully un did the lock. 

"Still remember your locker combination?" Mulder teased. 

"No," Scully said back, a small half smile.  "I wrote it down on the
locker underneath and to the side.  See," she said as she pointed to a
locker to the side of her.  Mulder glanced quickly and saw the numbers
'10-1-3'. 

Scully went back to her locker and opened it.  It was occupied.  Inside
was magazine pin-ups and pictures of friends.  There was one picture of a
boy with a red heart of nail-polish around his face.  Scully smiled. 
Puppy-love. 

Mulder looked inside as well.  "You know Scully, it is a federal crime to
look through people's things without a warrant," he said as he stepped up
to Scully, glancing more inside the small locker.  He also noticed
alberbra and history books.  His attent ion was grabbed by Scully as she
started to slowly take of tape on a magazine cut-out of Joshua Jackson and
James Van Derbeek. 

"Scully, what are you doing?" he asked. 

"Just looking for something," Scully replied as she got the tape off
successfully without ripping the picture.  She slowly took off the picture
and seemed to found what she was looking for.  Mulder saw it too.  It was
a heart in black magic marker.  The w ords inside the heart read 'DS & RP
4-ever'. 

Scully expression didn't change, but Mulder's did.  He looked at Scully,
then back at the locker door. 

"Why did you want to see that, Scully?"  His voice wasn't a disgusted
questioning, more of an understanding. 

"I don't know.  I just wanted to."  Her voice broke up a little at the
end. 

"You okay Scully?" 

"I'm fine, Mulder." 

"I've heard that to many times.  What's wrong?  You still haven't answered
that." 

Scully paused, then sighed.  "It was the near of the end of high school
when my father was drafted here.  It was very rare for a new student to
come to school then, but I did.  I came when everybody already knew each
other and were already settled in to e verything.  My best friend, Meg,
and I became friends instantly, but I had a hard time getting to know
everyone and everything.  It was soon to be the Senior Prom, and I still
didn't know anybody.  A month before it Ryan asked me out, and I accepted,
exci ted that I was fitting in.  We went out and went to the Prom
together.  I learned two weeks before the dance that we were to be drafted
again.  On the night of the dance, Ryan tried to make a move on me, and I
refused." 

Mulder started feeling that jealously thing again. 

"After I refused he just tried harder," Scully said, then said under her
breath, "Stupid door locks." 

Mulder looked back up at Scully as she continued.  "It scaled up like that
until I had to use a technique my father showed me when I was young and
punched him out." 

Mulder's jealously was now rage.  He held it in. 

"I had to hit him twice until he lay unconcious.  Then I pushed him off
me, unlocked the door locks, and got out, walking my way home.  When my
parents asked me what happened I said nothing and went to my room.  I
cried for a while and let it go.  I slowl y didn't think about it much. 
Then I started working on the X-Files and forgot about it." 

Mulder let his anger passed and he put a hand on each of her shoulders and
she put a hand on each of his.  He felt her shoulders lefting up high,
then releasing as he heard her take in a deep breath. Mulder remembered
something and he gentle sqeezed Scull y's shoulders then releasing. 
Scully kept her position.  Mulder pulled out the pen from his pocket.  He
moved his head right above Scully's shoulder as he leaned in towards her. 
Scully saw him raise then black marker and got a little confsused until
she
 saw him draw a line through the 'RP' in the heart.  Then she giggled a
little when he put 'FM' next to it.  Then he set the marker in the locker
and gently put his hand on Scully's upper arms and rested his head on her
shoulder.  Scully tilted her head s lightly in the opposite direction. 

"I think that's looks better.  Makes more sense," Mulder said friendlyinto
her ear.  Scully smiled. 

Mulder continued, "If we can survive monsters, mutants, conspriacies,
alien..." 

"And ourselfs," Scully interrupted.  Then the both laughed a little. 

"Then our friendship can survive anything," Mulder said more gently. 

"We can survive anything together," Scully added. 

"Exactly," Mulder replied.  Then he lifted his hands, then his head.  But
not before kissing the top of her head first. 

"Come on, Scully," Mulder said. "Let's go show everyone that strong,
charming, wonderful Scully that I know and that everyone else never got to
know." 

Scully smiled, then followed Mulder into the cafeteria again. 

Fifteen mintues later Mulder was nudging Scully's arm and saying, "Who's
the cheerleader on the stage?"  He had to speak low, since the girl he was
talking about was giving a speech on stage, and everyone had to pay
attention. 

Scully smiled a little then whispered back, "Her name is Amanda Moshin. 
She was the common preppy school spirited type.  Editor of yearbook,
leadership, student council, *fellow* cheerleader..." 

"Scully, you were a cheerleader?" 

"In almost every school I went to." 

"Serious?" 

Scully looked at Mulder like she was surprised he was surprised.  "You are
*that* surprised?" 

"Well, not *that* surprised.  I just remembered the way you were when you
first joined me.  Little Miss Saint Scully.  Followed the rule book like
your bible." 

"That part sure has changed since I met you.  But, I don't think I've
changed *that* much from following the rules." 

"You just eased up a bit." 

Mulder and Scully were interrupted by the lost cheerleader on stage. 
"And, now, for the awards." 

"This should be good," Scully said under her breath.  Mulder smiled. 

After twenty minutes of awards like 'Most changed, Mostly stayed the same,
Move farthest away, Stayed closest, and Life Closest to Prediction",
Mulder was yawning and found himself and Scully a table in the back to sit
down.  Scully was resting her head o n her hand which rested on the table. 
Mulder watched as Scully's eyelids went heavy and she slowly dosed away. 
When she finally closed her eyes all the way, Mulder wondered on how her
arm stayed up.  Mulder now payed attention to the girl on the stage. 

"And now, the award for the Most Successful student.  And the award goes
to..."  Amanda opened an envelope in her hands, the seventeenth one
tonight.  Mulder had counted.  Amanda's face beemed.  "The award goes to
my friend from cheerleading.  She only st ayed with us for a short while,
but she became a good friend.  The award goes to our own little red-head,
Dana Scully!" 

Mulder knew what was going to happen next, and his predictions were
confirmed when he heard Scully's light snoring caused by her uncomfortable
sleeping position.  Mulder heard the clapping slow a little as people
looked around the room for Dana Scully.  M ulder cleared his throat and
said low to Scully, "Hey, Scully.  Wake up." 

No response from Scully. 

Mulder took his hand and nudged Scully.  "Hey, Red.  Wake up sleepy head,"
he said a little louder. 

When there was still no response from Scully, Mulder noticed that more
people were noticing that their navy girl from high school was sound
asleep at a table in the back of the gym.  There were scattered muffled
giggles. 

Mulder said louder, "Scully, you got called up to the stage, wake up."  He
nudged the arm she was resting against, except a little to hard.  Now
everybody was staring at them in the back while Mulder pushed against
Scully's arm a little too hard, making h er arm slip out from under her
head, making her arm hit the table, then her head hit against the bare
table.  Some laughter.  The slamming of her head woke her up.  She quickly
got up, taking her hand to her head.  She moved to fast.  As she quickly
sat u p, she slipped off the remaining part of the chair she sat in.  She
hit the gym floor hard. 

Mulder saw as she sat up quickly then disappeared behind and underneath
the table.  He quickly stood up and looked over the table at the dazed,
confused, and hurt Scully. 

"Scully, are you okay?" he asked, bending over the table. 

Everyone had seen what had happen and were laughing. 

When Scully didn't reappear over the table Mulder bent over father.  Too
far.  The unsteady table legs gave out from under him and folded under the
table.  The legs on Scully side whooshed upwards by her on either side of
her as the table flew up and hit Mulder on the head, then toppling him
over.  Mulder was now sitting on the ground, the fallen table leaning
against him, and Scully just now getting up, moving towards Mulder to help
him. 

Everybody laughed harder. 

"Mulder?" Scully questioned, her voice full of worry.  She bent down to
him as he was pushing the table of him. 

"Mulder?" 

Mulder looked up and started laughing lightly.  Scully smiled.  She helped
him up and saw everybody looking at them.  Scully's face turned bright red
again and she looked to the floor.  Mulder looked down at her face. 

"Hey, Scully.  You won an award." 

Scully looked up at Mulder, eyes widened.  He smiled down at her again and
lead her to the stage, her in front of him.  Scully stood upon the stage
with a small little plastic trophy. 

Mulder walked with Scully out towards her car.  Scully was now laughing
out loud about the former incident.  Mulder was laughing along with her,
holding her trophy.  It swung in his right hand and his left hand was in
his pocket.  Scully had her arms cros sed. 

"Have fun tonight Scully?" 

"Much, thank you for being here with me.  And for me." 

Mulder smiled warmly at her.  "What are friends for?" 

Scully gave the same smile back as they both climbed into the car.  Mulder
was driving this time.  He started it up and took off.  The last people
out the door was Ryan and Lynn, hanging on each other. 

Febraury 22, 1999 11:35 AM

Mulder yawned and rested his head on the window.  Scully was driving.  The
silence was bothering her right now, so no music was playing.  Scully
heard Mulder laugh a little. 

"What's so funny?" Scully asked. 

"Nothing," Mulder replied, his eyes still closed.  Another minute, another
stiffled laugh. 

"Mulder?" 

"Yeah?" 

"What...is...so...funny."  It was more of a demand than a question. 

"Trying to imagine you saying 'We're number one!'", Mulder said the last
part in a girly, cheerleading voice, "And wearing a cheerleading outfit." 

Scully laugh a little.  "You want to see a picture?" 

Mulder's head came up and he opened his eyes at Scully.  "You have one
around?" 

"Yeah.  Look in the side pocket of my purse.  It is a little picture case
thing." 

Mulder reached in the back and grabbed Scully's purse, digging through the
side pocket until he found what he was looking for. 

"This it?" Mulder asked as he pulled out a small photo album that said
'Memories' on the front. 

Scully looked over.  "That would be it," she said as she turned her eyes
back on the road. 

Mulder opened the cover and started looking through the pictures.  Most
were ones abut her family.  Then there was a couple of Kristen and Scully. 
Then Mulder found one and couldn't help but laugh. 

"What?" 

Mulder, still laughing, handed the album to Scully, who grabbed at and
only took a glance before she closed the cover and blushed.  She threw the
album in the back. 

"I didn't know that picture was in there," Scully said, trying to defend
herself. 

"Scully, this is the side of you I've never seen before," Mulder said,
slight laughter in his voice. 

"Don't think anything of it.  We were...just...you know what I mean." 

"I guess.  But I didn't get to see the cheerleading picture." 

"No, it's okay." 

"Ple-ase Scully.  I promise not to laugh anymore.  I swear." 

Scully looked at Mulder, studied his face, and answered, "Don't laugh
anymore." 

"I won't," Mulder replied as he crawled half way into the back to retrieve
the album. 

When he got back to his seat and buckled-up he went looking through it
again, slightly laughing at the picture again.  After a few more pages he
got to an old picture of a petite, fair-skinned, long red-haired,
teenager.  In a cheerleading uniform. 

"Scully!  Is *that* you!?" 

Scully looked at Mulder in shock.  "Gees Mulder.  Hold in your excitment
just a little bit." 

"I'm sorry, but is that you!" 

"Yeah.  that's the picture," Scully said confidently. 

Mulder studied the picture for a minute, then said, "Wow." 

Scully just smiled. 

Mudler continued through the album until he got to a page and paused
completely.  It was a professinal picture, he doesn't know how Scully got
a copy of it.  Scully was in her usual get-up of work clothes, but her
hair and make-up was a little more elabor ant.  Mulder was behind her,
wearing his usual work get-up.  That morning he made *sure* his hair
wasn't a mess.  This picture was in a issue of some kind of magazine about
the government and what the X-Files were all about.  Useless space to the
editors,
 but it was a good picture. 

"Scully, where did you get this?" 

Scully looked over at the picture and smiled.  "I got a copy.  You did to,
but you hid it somewhere under the papers on your desk before..." Scully
stopped for a second, studing Mulder's face, then said, "Before the fire." 

Mulder just threw his head back and whined jokingly.  "Oh, god.  I wish I
would have known.  That is a good picture." 

"Thank you." 

"I'm also complimenting myself in the process." 

Scully shook her head and smiled.  They drove off, Mulder quickly giving
her a new nickname.  "School Spirit Scully." 

"Shut up Mulder." 

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