A/N: Ok, so I know this has been written like a million times, but I couldn't resist, I love this episode! So I'm thinking about making this a full blown story and not just a ficlet, so let me know what you think! Oh, and if you've seen 5x04 episode, Detour, that might help a little. I recommend it.

Disclaimer: Don't own Scully, don't own Mulder (ah what fun that would be lol) so I'll just play with them for now.

Scully's POV

We were in another crappy hotel in another little town. Again. Mulder swore he was right, that he had real proof of finding the one, well two I guess, and only moth men. Again! And before we even got here, Skinner had us crossing our hearts and pinky swearing that once we got back to D.C. we would be heading off to another team building seminar with Mr. and Mrs. Way-to-Chipper. Right now I'd like to kill them all.

So, to sum up this crappy week, Mulder and I are stuck out in the forest alone, having lost sight of Perky and Perkett. Thank God. Another minute of them babbling on and on about how they won a team pie eating contest, or a canoeing race, or whatever the hell else you do at seminars.

Currently, I'm sitting on a rock while Mulder tries to locate which way is north by what side of a tree moss is growing on. I sent up the flare an hour ago, so either the two nimrods are dead, or completely deaf and blind.

"Mulder, this is hopeless," I try to reason with him again. "Just sit down and wait for help."

"Scully, I can do this. I was an Indian guide, remember?"

"Well who lit the fire last time?"

"Lit?"

"Hey, it almost worked," I defend. "I didn't' see you coming up with any bright ideas!"

"Um, I was wounded. The moth men tried to eat me."

"How the hell do you know it was a moth man?!"

"What else could it have been?"

"Maybe some kind of animal? We're in a forest!"

"Scully how can you-"

"Hey!" We're cut off by Dumb and Dumber, who are coming through the brush with the local police hot on their tail. "You guys need that team-building seminar more than we thought. Come on, let's go!"

"Now?" Mulder and I say in unison.

"Well, yeah! A.D. Skinner called us, so we took the luxury of packing your bags for you. They're waiting in the car. Come on now!" I just groan and sit back on the rock, completely forgetting the lack of back support and toppling to the ground. Mulder comes over and holds out his hand, an attempt at and apology that I can't pass up. Forcing back an eye-roll, I put my hand in his and he helps me to my feet, trying not to laugh. He keeps a protective arm around my waist on the way out of the forest, just incase I decide to take another trip down a hole. At least, that's what I tell myself.

"I can't believe they aren't even giving us time to take a shower. I reek," I complain.

"Well, maybe if we shared it wouldn't take as much time. And Scully, you know I'd wash your back if you washed mi-" I shut him up by slapping my hand over his mouth, trying not to think of how tempting his offer is.

We get to the car, climbing in the back while the other two agents get in up front. I sigh, leaning my head back and trying to focus on Mulder's hand, which is currently patting my leg comfortingly.

It's gonna be a long ride.

2 hours 32 minutes 46 seconds later…

"Mulder," I say quietly, tapping his leg, "kill me now."

"Don't worry Scully, only one more hour."

"Mulder, if I have to play I Spy one more time, I swear I'm going to-"

"Lunch break!" Agent Kinsley calls from the driver's seat.

"It's about time," I mumble as I unfold myself from the car. Mulder just smiles and lays his hand on my lower back. If the other two agents notice, they don't say anything.

After we order I excuse myself to the restroom to try and wash up as best as I can. I was able to stuff a clean pair of clothes into my bag before entering the restaurant, so I changed quickly in a stall and walked back out to see my tired self in the mirror.

Five minutes later I'm sitting back at the table in my blue jeans, light blue blouse, and freshly applied makeup. I feel much cleaner. Our orders arrive and I dive into my ham and cheese on wheat, while Mulder barley picks at his club sandwich, a very odd roll change.

"So, how long have you two been working together?" Agent Stonecypher pipes up.

"A little over five years," Mulder answers.

"Any rough patches? You two seemed to be in a pretty heated argument when we found you this morning, and now you're picking off each other's plates!"

I look sown and see that a little over half my fries are still on my plate. I mock glare at Mulder, and he just gives me a sheepish look and shrugs. I can't really say anything though, because we both know I've done the same to his fries.

We're back in the car a little while later, Mulder staring out the window, Kinsley and Stonecypher playing I Spy again, and me trying not to fall asleep.

Apparently I failed at that because the next time I open my eyes, we're pulling into a luxurious hotel's parking lot and my head has been moved from pressing against the window to resting on Mulder's shoulder. I look up at him and he smiles.

"Hey Sleeping Beauty. I knew your neck would be killing you if you slept with your nose against the glass, so I moved you about half and hour ago."

"Oh. Thanks Mulder. So what hotel are we at?"

"Some French place that I can't pronounce, but it sure looks fancy."

"I thought you took French in high school."

"Yeah, high school, twenty years ago. The only thing I remember how to say is 'shut up you shit head'"

"What an accomplishment."

"Ferme laboosh vous merde tete."

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We check in and our luggage is taken to our room, and now we have to part ways with Agents Kinsley and Stonecypher. Oh darn.

Mulder and I are led into a large auditorium filled to the brim with people. I look around to see someone waving at us from the top row of seats. I smile to see Monica Reyes and John Doggett pointing to the two extra seats next to them. Not wanting them to be taken, I grab Mulder's hand and we race up the stairs to see our friends.

"Dana! Long time, no see!" Monica squeals as she gives me a warm hug.

"John, how have you been?" Mulder asks as they shake hands and do the guy-hug thing that I don't really get.

"I'm doing well, Mulder. How have things been?" We're cut off by someone speaking into the microphone, so we sit down to hear the long, boring, and possibly painful speech.

Scully's not having a good time yet, now is she? Well, we shall soon fix that. By the way the first French phrase I learned really was 'shut up you shit head.' The funny thing was that it was my mom's best friend who taught me. Ah, good times, good times. Well, this is my first X-Files fic, so let me know how it's going. I got the idea when I was in study hall a couple days ago almost bored to tears, so I spent the rest of class writing it. It was fun! Ideas and critiques are welcome!