Kind of goes along with my other fics (Waking Up In Vegas and All Things Untold) but not necessarily.

Disclaimer: I don't own The X-Files, or even an FBI jacket.. but I'd really like to.

Girlfriend now

I have a girlfriend now

No way, no how

How'd I get a girlfriend now?

"Shiksa (Girlfriend)" - Say Anything

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Mulder seemed so stuck in his current euphoric daze, he didn't even mind Scully insisting on spring cleaning his apartment. A dopey smile was pasted on his face as he heard her rooting around in the next room.

Picking up a cardboard filing box he deemed no longer important, he made his way to the forefront of his home. There, Scully was stacking the trash by the door.

"Aw," she said sarcastically, peering into the contents of the box, "Your collection? Sure you want to throw those out? They may be worth something some day."

A witty comeback was lost to him. "Huh?" he asked, still amidst his stupor, before remembering just what he was carrying. "Oh, I don't require them anymore." He dropped the box atop a filled bag.

The tiniest of smirks appeared on Scully's lips. "Is that right?"

"Yeah," Mulder answered, placing his hands on her hips, "Now that I've got you." Goofy smile still in place, he kissed her crown.

His partner's eyebrows shot up, in that 'Oh, really?' face of hers he adored so much.

"Well," he explained sheepishly, "The only reason I had 'em was to keep my mind off of you."

Scully half scoffed, half laughed.

"I am a man, Scully," he feigned defense, "I think man thoughts."

Strangely enough, she found herself somewhat flattered. Then, an interesting notion occurred to her. She turned from Mulder and began digging through the box, checking the spines for dates.

"Mulder, how far back do these go?"

At this, he snatched up the box and decided to take it out to the trash himself. "A while," he murmured, trying to make his way around her, for the door.

But she wasn't about to allow him to sidestep her. "A while?" she repeated, "How long is 'a while?'"

"I don't know, Scully. Winter of '93?"

The scientist was taken aback as she calculated his answer. Providing just enough time for him to slip past her.

"Mulder, that's the year we were first partnered," she realized, but he was already out the door.

"Something like that," he called from the hall.

"Mulder!"

Girlfriend, he mused silently. Of course, Mulder would never actually refer to his divine redhead with such a flimsy label. Girlfriends, in his experience, were fickle, selfish, and controlling... among many other unpleasantries.

Opening the dumpster, he deposited the container of adult magazines inside. He then pulled a discarded garbage bag over it, as if hiding the contents from the light of day could somehow conceal his own subtle boyish embarrassment.

Scully was nothing like a girlfriend, he concluded. She was his partner, and that title suited her just fine.

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I remember it vividly, love

I've been walking erect

since the moment we met

and I caught your eyes

to my surprise

your white thighs