Disclaimer: I am no Chris Carter. I don't pretend to be Chris Carter. My boyfriend would probably be really upset if I became Chris Carter.
Spoilers: Je souhaite. If you didn't see that episode, this makes 'rien' in the sense department.
Rating: G. There's nothing in it. It really barely counts as a story.
Wishing For Reality
"Yeah, I'm ready."
"Okay, so what's your wish?"
Mulder looked Jenn over carefully. She was beautiful, in a very Gothic sense. And her hair cut reminded him of Scully.
"Now, I have to hash out the details, so bear with me."
"Take your time; I've got awhile." She said, leaning up against the filing cabinet.
"I'm going to be selfish here. I wishI wish that my feelings for Dana Scully were reciprocated and that you could get us started on our way to a normal, healthy, life-long relationship."
Jenn started to laugh, a pleasant, if a bit loud, noise. Mulder's brow furrowed and he frowned a little. "What? What's so funny?"
"First of all," she said, trying to stop her laughter, "that's technically two wishes. And secondly, I can't do it."
"What? What do you mean you can't do it? Aren't you a genie? Can't you grant me any wish?"
"Well, yes, but I can't write over feelings that are already there?"
"What?" Mulder stared at her blankly; he was still very confused.
Jenn sighed. "Look, she loves you, all right? Your wish is redundant; there's no need for it."
Mulder's jaw dropped a few inches and he blinked slowly several times. "She loves me?"
Jenn rolled her eyes. "Yeah, not that it wasn't obvious to everyone in the world."
He frowned again. "Well then, why can't you give me the second part of my wish?"
"You have the ability to do it; the will power is there. So I can't give to you what you already have."
Mulder nodded a little. Then a smile crept over his face. "All right, then I know what I'm going to wish for."
"Movie and beer?"
"Sure, why not? I mean, it's a Friday night and, unless you have a date"
Scully's voice indicated she had raised an eyebrow. "Mulder, we've been working together for seven years; how many dates have I been on?"
"Well, you are the more social of the two."
"No, Mulder, I don't have a date."
"You do now," he said playfully.
"I'll see you at 9, Mulder."
"Bye Scully."