From: Jaime Lyn <Leiaj21@hotmail.com>
Date: 23 Nov 2002 14:40:50 -0800
Subject: NEW: Snowed In
Source: atxc

Title: Snowed In 
Author: Jaime Lyn 
Email: UCFGuardgirl@aol.com or Leiaj21@hotmail.com 
Spoilers: none, really. Post-ep for Ice 
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Nothing but my cat. 
Summary: Stuck in an airport. 
Category: flashfic, vignette, Mulder/Scully UST 

- Please excuse the length. 617 words, which is 500 words too long for
the challenge, but just right for me. ;-) Thank to Sybs for keeping me
on my toes. This is utter fluff and silliness, which I blame on
pre-Thanksgiving sweet potato/marshmallow anticipation. Dangerous
stuff.

** 
Snowed In 
By Jaime Lyn 
** 

"You go first, Mulder." 

"Me? No. Went first last time. And it was a slaughter, if I recall." 

"Nervous?" 

Snow fell roughly outside the airport glass, unrelenting; stuck at the
top of the world and all bundled up with nowhere to go. Scully's
gaze, unflinching. She wasn't going to give. And those eyes.
Blue and wide with long, curling eyelashes. Damn.

"Fine." 

She smiled. Fiddled with the timer on her watch. "No passing this
round," she said.

"What?" 

She ignored him. 

"Scully &#8211; " 

"And begin." A breath. "The office. The mess. Filing by fifth
alphabetical letter. Why &#8211;"

"Annoy you at all?" 

"Is that my answer? No answering with a question. Illegal." 

"You amuse me when your ears turn red." 

A raised, auburn eyebrow from her vast repertoire &#8211; this one
with a screw-you-asshole connotation. A narrowing of shimmery blue
eyes, and those red ears. He stifled a chuckle. He so secretly adored
those red ears.

"First wet dream?" 

"Jesus, Scully!" 

She smiled victoriously. "Twenty seconds, Mulder. Two weeks of
paperwork &#8211; "

"Farrah Fawcett in Princess Leia's string bikini." 

A fuck-me-if-he-isn't-kidding eyebrow, and a twich of her lips.
Mulder jutted his chin, defensive.

Fifteen seconds. 

"That Fowley woman you mentioned? Yesterday? When you were muttering
to yourself and you thought I wasn't listening? You in love with her?"

Mulder blinked in surprise, composure flapped for only a second. 

"I do not now, nor have I ever muttered. Pass!" 

"No passing. You pass you lose." 

Mulder jabbed a finger in her direction. "Irrelevant. I said &#8216;I
do not mutter' before I said 'pass.' First instinct answers
only. You have to ask another question now. Too much time elapsed.
Rules."

"Still illegal to request a pass in a no pass round." 

"Argue all you want, Red, but you're still ticking away." 

She looked thoughtful. Ten seconds. "Fine. What were you thinking when
you examined me? In that closet? Before DeSilva lost her mind."

"You have really soft skin." 

That took her by surprise; her expression opened. Rare was the moment
he truly looked at her, but when he did, he was struck. A soft, wine
colored smile; she had thick, beautiful lips. They sat for a breath,
silent.

The watch beeped, and she jumped. 

She cleared her throat, the bizarre moment washing over both of them.
"You lose, Buddy."

A head shake. "Nope. You lose. I circumnavigated the question in
question before I said 'pass,' which is actually legal at present
because there is no set precedent. But you were rendered speechless,
which means I got the last word, which means technically, I win."

"You're a real bullshit artist, Mulder, you know that?" 

His palm to his chest, mock wounded. "May God strike me down." 

Scully was smiling, despite herself. Those eyes. God damn. Somewhere,
it was unlawful to have eyes like that. Silent, she stood, gazing,
still gazing at him, and moved down three seats. "Wouldn't want to be
in the warpath," she explained, settling in, crossing her legs.

"Why Scully, you hurt me." While being flippant, he suddenly had a
flash of being without her, and hated it. "You know, if I get struck
you get struck. Wrath of God falls under the guilty by association
clause. That's what you signed up for, Scully. What, did you think it
was all fun and games and mutants?"

"Seriously? And I was so looking forward to the mutants." She grabbed
a magazine off the table and flipped through it. A moment passed, and
she turned to him. "I know, Mulder."

His head to one side, confused. "You know what?" 

She had a peaceful look about her. She shrugged. "Oh, nothing," she
said. "I just know."

--- 

That's it. Finis. Tada. And everyone with me now: "Go, girl
