Title: Just another Average Day

Author: Shadow's Echo (also known as Cindy from CindyandSandy)

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own the X-files or anything. I do own any character's not on the X-files and the plot, so if you want to use any of that, you better be askin' first.

Chapter 1 – Average Day No. 1

Scully walked in the office. It had been a usual morning. She got ready for work. Chose the dress suit she thought complimented her the most. She applied her make-up with intense precision. She got in her car, and now here she was, at work, again. What a downfall of a beautiful morning. Little did she know what awaited her. She paused as she stepped in. She needed to take the sight in.

Mulder was sitting in his chair, looking out towards the middle of the room. This would not have been strange, had he not had a wastebasket with eye holes on his head. She didn't not question it, merely walked to him and stared him right in the eye. Once he realized she was there, he suddenly became extremely embarrassed and slowly removed the wastebasket looking at the floor.

"Looking for something?" She asked as she walked over to her 'space'.

This was his time for a comeback. "Yes. I can't seem to find my…uh…" He was at a loss. He needed something quick. He slid his post-it notes on the floor. "…post-it notes." Good cover. She'll never catch on. He had neglected, however, to note that she was staring at him the whole time. Maybe if he didn't acknowledge it…

"Mulder, I was watching you the whole time. You just pushed your post-its on the floor." She was not that stupid.

"Well, I was looking for my blue post-its."

"You've never had blue post-its." She was not that stupid either.

"I bought them this morning."

"Why the hell would you go and buy blue post-its at 7:30 in the morning?"

"I…don't…know." Clearly this was going nowhere. Maybe he could distract her. "Look!" He pointed out to what should've been the hallway, but instead was the door. Why did she always close it? He liked it open for just such and occasion as this. He needed it open. That damn door always being closed pissed him off. Sure, it was a nice door, but still, couldn't—

"Mulder!"

"What!"

"Did you honestly think you could distract me with the door?" He thought to himself, did he actually think that? Clearly he got distracted by the door, why couldn't she?

"Yes." What makes her so much better that she can't get distracted by the door? "Why, do you think you are better than me?"

She wasn't even sure why she was talking to him. She also wasn't sure why he came to that conclusion either. He was probably never going to explain himself so she figured she'd just get it over with.

"Yes, I do think I'm better than you," she said.

"Oh." He looked convinced. He was glad she wouldn't bring the subject up anymore. He had gotten around another embarrassing scenario. He noted to himself for the third time that week that he should probably stop pretending to land on the moon in the office. Scully kept catching him because he kept forgetting she has a key. It's not like his apartment. Oh yeah, he could play moon-landing there all night.

It was then he realized he had a case for her. But he decided to wait to talk about it. Things were awkward enough already. Plus it wasn't important. Most cases weren't. He could always just forget about it, file it, and just say he checked it out when he actually didn't. Scully would back him up. Skinner would never know. It was an ingenius plan.

"Mulder, is that a new case?" Scully asked him. Damn she was smart. How did she know? Oh yeah, he was holding it in his hand.

"Ye-es?"

"What's it about?" She said walking up to him to see it. He hid it behind his back.

"Nothing. I have a plan, let's just not check this out and tell Skinner we did. You write an intelligent report that debunks everything I say in my outlandish, inconclusive report. No one will be able to tell the difference." It was true. She looked like she was buying it.

"Mulder, are you a complete idiot? I know that's what happens anyway, but we are being paid to do our job. Besides I'd rather be out solving some outrageous case about aliens and government conspiracies than sitting here staring at you making a fool of yourself."

"Do I not make a fool of myself while working on cases too?"

"True, but I have the option of staring at something else."

"Touche." She had him there. There really was nothing else to stare at in the office. Except maybe the door. It was a really nice door after all. It kept Skinner out, so it had to be. Anything that keeps Skinner out is—

"Mulder!"

"What?"

"Why where you staring at the door?"

"I just…um…well…the case is about some giant squirrels wearing spandex…"

"What?"

He shook his head. "Oh, sorry, I was just looking at my computer and someone sent me an e-mail about giant squirrels wearing spandex. The case all started with a dog breathing fire."

"Please tell me you were reading another e-mail."

"Well, no. It actually did. But it's really rather irrelevant to the case. Anyway. These kids were being idiots like the guys on that one TV show that I can't say because I will get sued by some network. Anyway, they were taping themselves, thinking they were awesome and made their dog breath fire. You know, with beer and stuff. So anyway—"

"Mulder, this sounds stupid."

"Oh, it is. But that's not even the best part."

"What is?"

A/N: HAHA! A cliff-hanger! Yes. I do write humor too. I love writing dry stupid humor that you others with dry stupid humor like to read! Please review. I want to know that someone is reading my crap. However I will not shoot you if you don't.