AN: This is my first X-Files fan fiction. I have only recently started watching The X-Files and I don't know the series very well but I do love the characters of Mulder and Scully so I thought I'd have a crack at a fanfic. It doesn't really have a plot, just some Mulder and Scully fluff. Please be critical if need be because I want to improve. Cheers.
Summary: Mulder and Scully have been forced to take a weeks leave by Skinner, who feels they have been working too hard. They are both extremely bored and have to find ways to entertain themselves. Mulder/Scully romance.
Chapter 1: Monday Morning
Scully groaned as her alarm went off loudly. It was Monday morning and she and Mulder were on a weeks leave. She groaned again, wishing she had remembered to set the alarm to a later time, and also thinking of the weeks impending boredom before they could go back to work. Her days were normally so exciting. Mulder would brief her on her arrival at their basement office. She would normally disagree on his hypothesis. She would do a couple of autopsies here and there. Usually find out there was some sort of scientific explanation behind the case but that Mulder's suggestion of alien technology was mostly correct. She smiled at this. She would rarely believe him, yet he could still be right. Strange how something that is unexplainable in itself could solve their unexplainable cases easily.
That did make sense. Didn't it? She grinned shaking her head. She glanced at her clock on her bedside table realising only mere minutes had past. It had seemed like a lot longer as she had escaped to her memories. She jumped as the phone rang.
"Scully." She answered the phone in her usual confident tone. "Hey Scully it's Mulder." Came his chirpy voice down the phone. "I though it would be you I mean who else actually calls me at this hour." She smiled down the phone. "I guess that means you forgot to change your alarm too." He chuckled. "Yeah I did. Mulder what the hell are we going to do this week. A couple of days would have been ok but a full week. I'll end up tearing my eyes out just to give me something to do." She moaned. "Don't moan Scully! We need to meet up. I know how you feel this is going to kill me too." He informed her. "Tell me about it you're a bloody workaholic!" She exclaimed. "Thanks!" He said sarcastically. "What do you want to do then?" She asked him. "Dunno about this morning but we're having a film night tonight. One movie each." He said, realising the objection she was going to make before she even made it. He just knew her inside out. They were forever finishing off each others sentences and they nearly always knew what the other was thinking.
Mulder was pretty certain he loved her. He just didn't know if she felt the same. She definitely cared about him. A lot. She would always snuggle into him, and he loved cuddling up to her. They were friends. Best friends. Anyone who didn't know them would most definitely mistake them for a couple. And most of their fellow FBI agents believed that they were 'At it.' anyway. Sometimes he could be sure they were a couple, that their love went unspoken. He wished he could just blurt it out and tell her. But on the other hand, he wanted to be more romantic. Spontaneous. 'I love her.' He thought to himself. 'It's killing me!'
"Mulder, you still there?" Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He grinned stupidly. How could he have forgotten he was on the phone to her. "Yeah I'm still here." He confirmed. Then an idea came to him. This week he would find out if his feelings were reciprocated. He would hang out with her and try to coax her into telling him her real feelings about him. "Would you like to go for a picnic this afternoon?" "I'd love to." He was sure he could have heard her voice soften. "Great. I'll pick you up at twelve." He grinned widely as he spoke. "It's a date." She said before she hung up the phone.
'Were her words just a coincidence?' He thought. 'God I hope not. Cause if she's looking for a date that's exactly what I'll give her.' He decided. He pulled on jeans and a loose white t-shirt and slung on a jacket and headed out to the shops. This was not going to be an ordinary picnic. It would be a romantic picnic and as he didn't have a girlfriend he had no romantic food and drink in his apartment.
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"Oh my god!" Scully moaned aloud. Did she just imply that she wanted Mulder to take her on a date. Well, she DID want him to take her on a date. But this just looked like she was throwing herself at him, that she was really desperate. 'I'm not desperate. Just so in love with my partner.' She thought. 'I love him.' She closed her eyes and imagined them together. Her eyes suddenly snapped open. If Mulder HAD taken her innocent words as an implication, he would be planning a date. So she would make herself fit for a date. She quickly jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. At the moment she was a mess. Her hair was ruffled and greasy. She and Mulder had pizza takeaway and beer the previous night so she stunk of pizza and alcohol. If Mulder finally WAS going to take her out on a date she wanted to look her best for him.
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Mulder looked into his basket. Strawberries and cream, pink champagne, which was her favourite, and chocolate. Not much of a lunch, but if she wanted a romantic date, if she WAS interested in him, then he was sure she would love it. He smiled, satisfied and headed to the checkout to pay.
"Thank you Sir that will be 60." The young checkout clerk politely asked. 'The things I do for Dana Scully!' He thought to himself. "Here." He said, handing the young clerk his credit card. "Thank you very much sir have a nice day." The young woman smiled at him. "Thanks and yourself." Mulder replied cheerily as he left the store, with a definite spring in his step. He got into his car and headed home intending to have a shower and to change into something a bit smarter.
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Back at her apartment Scully had finished drying her hair and had changed into a pair of jeans and a pale pink shirt. She smoothed down her shirt for the umpteenth time and hoped that Mulder would like it. She headed back into the bathroom and reached for her make-up bag from the cabinet. 'I wonder. Should I go for less make-up and look more natural, or put on the usual? No definitely less.' She thought. She applied her usual amount of mascara, accentuating her long lashes, and carefully applied a paler lipstick than she would usually go for. She checked herself in the mirror and decided that she liked her more natural appearance.
As she was being different she decided to try to loosely curl her hair. She plugged in her tongs and gave them a few minutes to heat up before she got to work.
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Mulder had showered and had pulled on his boxers. He headed back to the bathroom rubbing his damp hair with a towel, which he deposited on the floor before he began to brush his teeth. Once he was finished he went into his living room and pulled on a pair of freshly ironed jeans before beginning to search for his favourite shirt. Well, not really HIS favourite shirt, but Scully's favourite shirt on him. He smiled as he remembered the day Scully had told him she loved it. She had snuggled up close to him, breathed in his smell and stroked the soft material of his shirt. He could feel her soft, warm hands through the shirt as if the material wasn't even there. He savoured the memory as he found the shirt and slipped it on. It was pale blue and had long sleeves. He knew she would remember that shirt.
As he buttoned up his shirt he gazed over at the kitchen sink. Roses. Her favourite flowers. He had spotted a florists on the way back from the store and remembered her telling him roses were her favourite flowers, he had decided to get her some. He smiled once again and went back into his bedroom.
Even his bedroom held fond memories of the times he had spent with her. They had spent many nights just lying on his bed talking. Their heads propped up on their hands, wearing pyjamas or next to nothing, telling each other about their families, drinking beer and having a laugh. Then they would fall asleep in each others arms, strangely comfortable in their close proximity. Mulder came out of his little daydream, combed his hair and sprayed on the normal amount of his usual aftershave, which Scully also loved. Content that he was ready, he grabbed his car keys, picnic bag(which he had remembered to put glasses, bowls, and spoons in) and the bunch of roses he had got her. He ran down the stairs in his apartment building whistling cheerfully, got into his car and headed off to pick up Scully.