Disclaimer: I don't own Mulder and Scully, nor do I own the X-Files. But I do, however, own anyone you don't recognize from the show. No infringement, don't sue: I'm a poor kid who's not even out of high school yet.
This story isn't set around any certain season. Right, let's get on with it...
"You know, Mulder," she started, "I'm glad we were able to get away this week."
"Me too," Mulder said. "But I'm still not telling you where we're going." Fox smirked sheepishly, not glancing over at his partner, Dana Scully. He didn't need to. He knew her well enough to know that she was rolling her eyes and smirking slightly, looking out the window.
"And this place, Mulder. The reason we're going has no relation to work, right?" Scully asked.
"Nope. Not one."
"Good." she replied. "Hard to believe, coming from you, but good."
Mulder nodded. "Oh, I love this song." He turned up the radio and proceeded to sing. Scully, very quietly, chuckled.
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A few hours had passed by, and it was nearing 3 a.m. Mulder was still driving, and Scully's head was dropped to one side, her mouth hanging slightly open. Mulder glanced at her and smiled.
"She looks so cute when she's asleep..." he thought to himself.
Pulling into a motel parking lot, he left the engine running and got out. Coming back a few minutes later, he found Scully awake and looking around like a lost child.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Oh no." he looked at her and grinned.
"What?" she gave him a blank look.
"Nice try, Scully."
"Damn."
Mulder laughed at this. "C'mon, I got us a room."
"How many beds?"
"Two, Scully."
"Right perfect gentleman, he is." She thought as she felt her stomach drop.
Taking in a change of clothes, they went into the room, took turns changing in the washroom, and went right to sleep.
Sorry this chapter seemed kind of short and boring, but things quickly pick up in the next. Promise.