Companion piece to Rain. My English teacher doesn't even watch the X Files. She likes my stories though.
Disclaimer: I do not own The X Files. It belongs to CC & 1013 productions. Please don't sue me.
The morning light creeps through the shutters, long thin fingers that play over Scully's face. She curls further into the warmth, wanting to surrender once again to the soft blanket of sleep. But it is morning, and there are things to be done; paper work to be filed, cases to solve, Assistant Directors to placate, coffee to be made...
Scully sighs and rolls out of bed, sleep slipping off her like a sheet.
She pads through to the kitchen intending to put the coffee on, when she sees Mulder. He is standing on a chair and scraping a pancake off the ceiling.
She helps herself to one of the gravity abiding pancakes on a plate, and perches on the counter, watching him.
He hops down and puts ceiling-pancake back in the skillet. Scully raises her eyebrow at him quizzically.
'Why, pray tell, Mulder, was that pancake on the ceiling?'
He chuckles softly, his eyes the colour of morning. 'I flipped it too high...'
Scully smiles, running a hand through her copper hair. 'What are you still doing here? I thought you went home.'
He smiles. 'I fell asleep on your couch after Letterman.' He raises his hands a little before letting them drop to his sides. 'Here I am.'
It is Scully's turn to smile. 'You made breakfast!'
'Well it's just me and my fish, Scully. I'm pretty domesticated.
His voice is soft and low. Even, calming. Scully had always loved his voice.
Mulder takes his own pancake and Scully joins him at the kitchen table. She sits across from him a moment, just watching him, the span of his shoulders beneath yesterday's shirt, the angle of his jaw.
He looks up at her, swallowing a mouthful of pancake.
'What?'
Scully reaches over and ruffles his thick, dark hair.
'Nothing,' she says, and her eyes meet his. 'I'm just glad we're friends.'
His smile is the sun.
FIN
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