Is This What They Call A Happy Marriage?
Scully and Mulder sat at the kitchen table eating a quick lunch before leaving to get debriefed for their new case. Mulder was eating a ham sandwich and Scully was eating a salad. Both ate silently.
Scully put her fork down and started singing: "I'm a penguin, I'm a penguin, I'm a cute little penguin. I'm a penguin, I'm a penguin, I...eat...fish!" Then she resumed eating her salad like nothing had happened.
Mulder sat staring at her with his sandwich only inches from his mouth. He looked down and set the sandwich back on the plate. Then he folded his hands and looked back up at Scully.
"Are you okay?" he asked seriously.
Scully ignored him.
"Scully?"
"Hmmm?"
"I asked if you were okay."
"Of course I am, Mulder," she replied. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Mulder looked around, then his eyes settled back on Scully. "Well...um...you sort of started singing a song...a weird song."
"What song?"
He stared blankly. "I'm a penguin."
Scully raised her eyebrows. "Really, Mulder? Gee, I would never have thought that you of all people were a penguin."
Mulder rolled his eyes. "No. That was the song that you were singing."
"I don't know what you're talking about Mulder." She got up from her chair. "Excuse me."
Mulder watched as Scully went upstairs to the bathroom. He heard her sneeze and then heard a big thump. All was quiet for a couple of seconds. Then Mulder heard hysterical laughter.
For a moment he sat in his seat and debated whether or not he should check on her. Finally, he decided to see what happened.
Mulder rushed up the wooden stairs and ran into the bathroom down the hall. He was shocked to see Scully laying in the bathtub laughing, holding a tissue in her hand.
"What happened to you?" Mulder asked.
Scully attempted to answer him, but she couldn't stop laughing. After awhile, Scully had composed herself.
"Well...Mulder, I had to sneeze. I'm actually feeling lightheaded too. Anyway," she chuckled, "I sneezed and I...sort of...blew myself backwards into the tub." Scully started laughing all over again.
Mulder grinned and turned around. "I don't know what to say to that Scully. I'm going to call a doctor." With that, he started to walk out.
"Wait Mulder!" Scully called. "I'm a doctor."
Mulder turned back and looked at her. "It doesn't matter," he said.
He turned and started walking down the stairs. He tripped and fell. Mulder lay at the bottom of the steps, holding his nose.
Scully came out of the bathroom, still clutching her tissue. "What's the matter Mulder? Did you hurt that big ole honker of yours?" She laughed and Mulder glared at her.
Mulder moved his hands and Scully saw that a splinter was stuck in his nose. She laughed even harder.
"I'm going to call a docter," Scully said.
"But I thought you were a doctor."
"It doesn't matter," she mocked. "Besides, I don't want to go near that thing."
Mulder glared at her again. "It isn't funny. It hurts."
"Well if your nose weren't so big, you wouldn't be in this mess."
Mulder sat up, still holding his nose, and leaned up against the wall. "Well," he said, "I guess this is a bad day to go to work. Can you imagine what kind of luck we'll be having on our case?"
Scully smiled. "Great luck. Just like the rest of our investigations. It seems like something always happens."
Mulder nodded. "On going cases, never anything new. Cases that go nowhere. I still think the x-files should be reopened. Now there was excitement."
"I've said it before, and I'll say it again, Mulder," Scully said dryly. "I know you're bored with this assignment and our new cases, but there's protocol to be followed now. We can't look for things that are not there."
"I know, I know." Mulder got up and went back up the stairs to the bathroom to try to pull the splinter out of his nose. Finally, he got it out, without the help of a doctor.
Since they both were already ready for work, they decided to just leave. On their way out, Mulder tripped over a chair. The chair tipped over and hit a lamp that first knocked over a figurine before the lamp broke. The figurine fell onto a glass table and both objects shattered. Scully and Mulder stood in amazment.
Scully sighed and said, "Just leave it."
She left without looking back and walked to their car. Mulder lingered a while longer, shook his head, and closed the door. He walked to the car and got in.
On their way to the FBI Headquarters, Scully and Mulder were silent. Too silent. So Mulder decided to strike up a conversation.
"What a day," he said sighing.
Scully only nodded.
"I have never had a day like this before."
"Believe it or not, I've had worse," Scully murmered while looking out the passanger window. "Especially working with you most of the time."
Mulder looked at her, shrugged, and turned his attention back to the road. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Scully staring at him. "What?" he asked without looking at her.
"Nothing," Scully said innocently as she looked back out the passanger window, blushing.
"Ooo! Scully has the hots for me."
"I do not! Well, obviously I do since I married you, but that's not why I'm staring at you."
"Then what are you looking at?" Mulder asked.
Scully grinned. "I don't know if I should tell you."
"You know you can tell me anything," Mulder said, getting a little impatient.
"Well if I can tell you anything, I guess you'll want to know that I'm on my period and-"Scully joked, pretending that she was not pregnant.
"Anything but that!" Mulder said. "Why are you staring at me?"
"Well, Mulder, I was looking at your nose."
Mulder became agitated. "I got the splinter out, okay?"
"Yeah, but your nose is what drew me to you. Mulder, I fell in love with your nose, not you. I mean, I can't even see your face. Your nose is in the way!" She started laughing.
Mulder glared at her for the third time that day. "Oh yeah, well I fell in love with your hair. It's so shiny that it practically blinds me and I can't see anything else!"
The car behind them beeped their horn. When Mulder turned his attention back to his driving, he saw that they had been drifting off the road.
"Are you trying to kill us or are you that blinded by my hair?" Scully said. Scully quieted down and there was silence in the car again. "Why don't you ever call me Dana?" she asked.
"It feels weird. I've never called you Dana anyway. Guess I'm not used to it."
"You could try you know. We're married now. Do you honestly believe that normal couples walk around calling each other by their last names?"
"I can't imagine calling you Dana all the time. And who ever said we are a normal couple?" Mulder paused. "If you are so picky about me calling you Dana, then why don't you ever call me Fox?"
"Because I don't want to," Scully replied.
"Unbelieveable," Mulder muttered.
"Well who in their right mind would ever name their child Fox?"
"My mom!"
Scully shrugged. "Well she must have been high on morphine when she named you."
Scully and Mulder sat at the kitchen table eating a quick lunch before leaving to get debriefed for their new case. Mulder was eating a ham sandwich and Scully was eating a salad. Both ate silently.
Scully put her fork down and started singing: "I'm a penguin, I'm a penguin, I'm a cute little penguin. I'm a penguin, I'm a penguin, I...eat...fish!" Then she resumed eating her salad like nothing had happened.
Mulder sat staring at her with his sandwich only inches from his mouth. He looked down and set the sandwich back on the plate. Then he folded his hands and looked back up at Scully.
"Are you okay?" he asked seriously.
Scully ignored him.
"Scully?"
"Hmmm?"
"I asked if you were okay."
"Of course I am, Mulder," she replied. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Mulder looked around, then his eyes settled back on Scully. "Well...um...you sort of started singing a song...a weird song."
"What song?"
He stared blankly. "I'm a penguin."
Scully raised her eyebrows. "Really, Mulder? Gee, I would never have thought that you of all people were a penguin."
Mulder rolled his eyes. "No. That was the song that you were singing."
"I don't know what you're talking about Mulder." She got up from her chair. "Excuse me."
Mulder watched as Scully went upstairs to the bathroom. He heard her sneeze and then heard a big thump. All was quiet for a couple of seconds. Then Mulder heard hysterical laughter.
For a moment he sat in his seat and debated whether or not he should check on her. Finally, he decided to see what happened.
Mulder rushed up the wooden stairs and ran into the bathroom down the hall. He was shocked to see Scully laying in the bathtub laughing, holding a tissue in her hand.
"What happened to you?" Mulder asked.
Scully attempted to answer him, but she couldn't stop laughing. After awhile, Scully had composed herself.
"Well...Mulder, I had to sneeze. I'm actually feeling lightheaded too. Anyway," she chuckled, "I sneezed and I...sort of...blew myself backwards into the tub." Scully started laughing all over again.
Mulder grinned and turned around. "I don't know what to say to that Scully. I'm going to call a doctor." With that, he started to walk out.
"Wait Mulder!" Scully called. "I'm a doctor."
Mulder turned back and looked at her. "It doesn't matter," he said.
He turned and started walking down the stairs. He tripped and fell. Mulder lay at the bottom of the steps, holding his nose.
Scully came out of the bathroom, still clutching her tissue. "What's the matter Mulder? Did you hurt that big ole honker of yours?" She laughed and Mulder glared at her.
Mulder moved his hands and Scully saw that a splinter was stuck in his nose. She laughed even harder.
"I'm going to call a docter," Scully said.
"But I thought you were a doctor."
"It doesn't matter," she mocked. "Besides, I don't want to go near that thing."
Mulder glared at her again. "It isn't funny. It hurts."
"Well if your nose weren't so big, you wouldn't be in this mess."
Mulder sat up, still holding his nose, and leaned up against the wall. "Well," he said, "I guess this is a bad day to go to work. Can you imagine what kind of luck we'll be having on our case?"
Scully smiled. "Great luck. Just like the rest of our investigations. It seems like something always happens."
Mulder nodded. "On going cases, never anything new. Cases that go nowhere. I still think the x-files should be reopened. Now there was excitement."
"I've said it before, and I'll say it again, Mulder," Scully said dryly. "I know you're bored with this assignment and our new cases, but there's protocol to be followed now. We can't look for things that are not there."
"I know, I know." Mulder got up and went back up the stairs to the bathroom to try to pull the splinter out of his nose. Finally, he got it out, without the help of a doctor.
Since they both were already ready for work, they decided to just leave. On their way out, Mulder tripped over a chair. The chair tipped over and hit a lamp that first knocked over a figurine before the lamp broke. The figurine fell onto a glass table and both objects shattered. Scully and Mulder stood in amazment.
Scully sighed and said, "Just leave it."
She left without looking back and walked to their car. Mulder lingered a while longer, shook his head, and closed the door. He walked to the car and got in.
On their way to the FBI Headquarters, Scully and Mulder were silent. Too silent. So Mulder decided to strike up a conversation.
"What a day," he said sighing.
Scully only nodded.
"I have never had a day like this before."
"Believe it or not, I've had worse," Scully murmered while looking out the passanger window. "Especially working with you most of the time."
Mulder looked at her, shrugged, and turned his attention back to the road. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Scully staring at him. "What?" he asked without looking at her.
"Nothing," Scully said innocently as she looked back out the passanger window, blushing.
"Ooo! Scully has the hots for me."
"I do not! Well, obviously I do since I married you, but that's not why I'm staring at you."
"Then what are you looking at?" Mulder asked.
Scully grinned. "I don't know if I should tell you."
"You know you can tell me anything," Mulder said, getting a little impatient.
"Well if I can tell you anything, I guess you'll want to know that I'm on my period and-"Scully joked, pretending that she was not pregnant.
"Anything but that!" Mulder said. "Why are you staring at me?"
"Well, Mulder, I was looking at your nose."
Mulder became agitated. "I got the splinter out, okay?"
"Yeah, but your nose is what drew me to you. Mulder, I fell in love with your nose, not you. I mean, I can't even see your face. Your nose is in the way!" She started laughing.
Mulder glared at her for the third time that day. "Oh yeah, well I fell in love with your hair. It's so shiny that it practically blinds me and I can't see anything else!"
The car behind them beeped their horn. When Mulder turned his attention back to his driving, he saw that they had been drifting off the road.
"Are you trying to kill us or are you that blinded by my hair?" Scully said. Scully quieted down and there was silence in the car again. "Why don't you ever call me Dana?" she asked.
"It feels weird. I've never called you Dana anyway. Guess I'm not used to it."
"You could try you know. We're married now. Do you honestly believe that normal couples walk around calling each other by their last names?"
"I can't imagine calling you Dana all the time. And who ever said we are a normal couple?" Mulder paused. "If you are so picky about me calling you Dana, then why don't you ever call me Fox?"
"Because I don't want to," Scully replied.
"Unbelieveable," Mulder muttered.
"Well who in their right mind would ever name their child Fox?"
"My mom!"
Scully shrugged. "Well she must have been high on morphine when she named you."