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applecameron) wrote2005-01-02 12:52 am
applecameron) wrote2005-01-02 12:52 am
(SV) XFiles "Those Three Little Words" (gen, MSR)
Author: SV, 1998
Fandom: X-Files
Author's Notes: For those 'shippers just wanting to hear Mulder say those three
little words.
Reprinted by express permission
by Sidra Vitale
"You mean it?" Her voice rose.
"Yeah, I mean it." Mulder was standing by this time, holding the check for their lunch in his hand.
They were in one of a thousand dingy little diners. In one of a thousand dingy little towns. As usual, their case had demanded some long days and longer nights and the two agents were not necessarily at their best. However, the meat had been identifiable and the forks had been clean.
But. In the sun through the dirty window, Scully's face seemed to glow with a light of its own. Pleasure and surprise fought for dominance across the planes of her face.
"But, Mulder," softly argumentative, protesting. "Why now? What prompted this now? Here?"
Her partner shrugged. Leaned in close. "You've waited long enough, Scully." Smiled gently at her. "Put up with me always running out on you. Leaving you behind to do the dirty work." He gestured at their plates, "checking us out of hotels, clearing up the bills. All that."
Scully smiled up at him and their hands touched, briefly, as she stood. Pulled her coat on. "I don't know what to say, Mulder."
Another shrug. "Don't say anything."
They stood for a moment, short and tall, red and black in their long coats, in the center of the small restaurant.
"Go on out to the car, Scully."
She was suddenly serious. "You really mean it."
"Yeah."
She smiled again, a glimpse of sun from between clouds. "Yeah."
Mulder waved the check in front of her face and said it again, enunciating those three little words carefully. "I'll pay it."
Fandom: X-Files
Author's Notes: For those 'shippers just wanting to hear Mulder say those three
little words.
Reprinted by express permission
by Sidra Vitale
"You mean it?" Her voice rose.
"Yeah, I mean it." Mulder was standing by this time, holding the check for their lunch in his hand.
They were in one of a thousand dingy little diners. In one of a thousand dingy little towns. As usual, their case had demanded some long days and longer nights and the two agents were not necessarily at their best. However, the meat had been identifiable and the forks had been clean.
But. In the sun through the dirty window, Scully's face seemed to glow with a light of its own. Pleasure and surprise fought for dominance across the planes of her face.
"But, Mulder," softly argumentative, protesting. "Why now? What prompted this now? Here?"
Her partner shrugged. Leaned in close. "You've waited long enough, Scully." Smiled gently at her. "Put up with me always running out on you. Leaving you behind to do the dirty work." He gestured at their plates, "checking us out of hotels, clearing up the bills. All that."
Scully smiled up at him and their hands touched, briefly, as she stood. Pulled her coat on. "I don't know what to say, Mulder."
Another shrug. "Don't say anything."
They stood for a moment, short and tall, red and black in their long coats, in the center of the small restaurant.
"Go on out to the car, Scully."
She was suddenly serious. "You really mean it."
"Yeah."
She smiled again, a glimpse of sun from between clouds. "Yeah."
Mulder waved the check in front of her face and said it again, enunciating those three little words carefully. "I'll pay it."