Okay to today or yesterday, July 27 was my birthday, so I decided to write a little birthday fluff.

I don't know X-Files but i do own the idea of this stroy.


6:15pm Friday Night

Scully was furious by the time she got home, Mulder hadn't remember her birthday again. She thought earlier that day that maybe he had something up his sleeve or maybe he was keeping something special that he had planned for her until later. No, there was no card, cake, or even a tofu dreamicle. Nothing, the day had ended without him even mentioning her birthday, even her hints went unanswered. Of all days for him to forget, why did he have to forget her birthday?

She tossed her keys down on the side table and softly stomped off to her room. Angrily unbuttoning her shirt and throwing it on top of the bed, she changed into some sweats and t-shirt. She hadn't made plans for tonight because she figured that Mulder would remember her birthday this year, being that he totally forgot last year. You'd think he would have written it down or something, but that's Mulder for you, always relying on his head and look where that's gotten him countless of times.

She walked into the kitchen, hitting the play button on her answering machine, before going to the refrigerator to get her birthday indulgence, cookies and cream. The first message was a telemarketer from Atlantic City enticing her to visit Atlantic City for her birthday.

"This is Trump Plaza Hotel calling to wish you a very Happy Birthday, we have a very special birthday gift awaiting your acceptance, so please give us a call and we'd gladly make your reservation over the phone. And as always, have a very lucky birthday."

Scully smirked at the answering, if Trump Plaza can remember my birthday, why the hell can't Mulder. She thought to herself.

The second message was from her mother; she'd already called once that day and was callingyet againto wish her youngest daughter a very happy birthday. Scully loved her mother and she would call her backin a bit.

The third and fourth calls were from her brothers, they left sweet messages,both asking her when she would be visiting them again.

The fifth was from Mulder; apparently he left it after she left the office.

"Hey, Scully its me, Ahhh I was just calling to see if you wanted to come over to work on these case file…well maybe I'll come over there…well just give me a call ok…click."

That was the end of the call. Scully pressed the stop button, almost knocking the phone of the desk. Her face twisted into a disgusted frown, she was thoroughly pissed now. Forget the fact that he forgot her birthday, but now he wanted her to come over and work on stupid case FILES that could be DONE at work, on Monday. How absentminded and inconsiderate could Mulder be? He forgot last year and she really let him have it. You would think that he would have written her birthday down on every calendar that he owned. Leave it up to Mulder to think that he could keep it all up in his head. Why was she letting Mulder, not remembering her birthday, get to her like this anyway? She thoughtslipping the spoon in her mouth, suddenly the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey honey, it's me."

"Oh hey mom, what's up?" Scully asked thankful to be hearing her mother's voice for the third time that day.

"Oh nothing I was just calling to see how you were doing, being that we didn't get to talk that much this morning." Her mom said somewhat smiling on the other end.

"Oh, I'm fine just, listening to my answering machine, you know birthday wishes from you, Charlie, Bill, Trump Plaza, and a phone call from Mulder." She spoke in monotone.

"Oh yeah, Happy Birthday again,"

"Mom, that's like the 4th time you told me today, I can always count on you, Bill and Charlie to remind me how old I'm getting."

"Dana, I gave birth to you, 14 hours of pain, I would never forget your Birthday. So who forgot?" Her mother always had the canniest way of reading her daughter's subliminal messages, always managing to bring them to the surface.

"No one, I don't want to talk about it Mom."

"Dana Katherine Scully, Don't make me call him….?" She knew that would get her attention.

"MOM, YOU WOULDN'T" Scully ask almost throwing the ice cream down and gripping the phone for dear life, as ifit gave her a better hold on the situation.

"Dana, how do you know he forget your birthday?"

"He didn't say anything about anything that had to do with birthdays, not even when I hinted at it."

"Well maybe that's his plan."

"No, his plan is to come over here and work on more case files for Monday."

"What are you talking about? Case files, its Friday Dana please don't tell me you're going to do work at home on a Friday on your birthday."

"Yes I know I hadn't plan on that. As a matter of fact I didn't plan anything tonight because I thought my best friend, Mulder, would have something planned for me, but all I got was a phone call asking me to call him back so that he could come over and we could work on some case files for work. Mom, am I really that bad?"

"What are you talking about Dana, Mulder cares for you deeply, I can't begin to say that I fully understand your relationship with him, I do know however, that if he cares for you as much as your father cared and loved me, than everything will be okay. You won't have to worry about him missing birthdays or anniversaries."

"I know our relationship isn't exactly common or explainable, I just wish that he could remember my birthday for once without me reminding him." Scully spoke unselfishly to her mother.

"Call him Dana, and see what he really wants." As soon as her mother spoke those words, her cell phone rang. It could only be one person.

"Mom hold on ok, my cell is ringing and it's him."

"No, Dana I'll go I have some things to do anyway. Talk to him ok. Talk to you later. Love you "

"Night mom, love you too." With that she hung up the phone and picked up the cell.

"Scully…?"

"Hey, did you get my message? I asked you to call me back."

"Yes I got your message, I was returning a few phone calls and I just didn't get to you yet."

"I'm hurt Scully, I'm no longer first on your list anymore?"

Not with you missing my birthday you aren't. Scully thought to herself.

"My mom called, I was talking to her."

"Oh next time you speak with her tell her that I said hello."

"Hmm. O.k.…So, Mulder why are you calling? I thought that you wanted to come over or me come over there? And what gives Mulder? Case files on a Friday night?" She asked eating more ice cream.

"Scully?" Mulder asked disregarding her last list of questions.

"Yes, Mulder?"

"What are you eating?"

"Mulder, what does tha……..ice cream." She spoke with frustrated. She had given up and thought it better to just answer his questions because there wouldn't be that many of them.

"All by yourself, Scully? Why didn't you invite me? You always hold out when it comes to ice cream."

"I don't hold out Mulder, you're perfectly welcome to my ice cream whenever I have some."

"Great I'll be over in 20 minutes. Click." That was the end of the conversation.

"But….Hello? Mulder? Mulder? She closed her phone and sat back. What had she gotten herself into now? Mulder was on his way over and she didn't know what to do.