Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor did I invent them. Chris Carter is accountable on both counts.
-There are times in which one must express oneself, weather through artistry or physical activity it does not matter. It is simply a release of human nature. Everyone performs such a release, though the activities may be held private within the parties involved.-
They watched, their eyes wide in amusement and amazement. Quivers of laughter occasionally jolted one of them, sending the others into jolts of equal quantity and intensity. They all stood, huddled around a small T.V. screen, each man trying desperately to smother the giggles that arose in his throat. The sight would have sent anyone who knew the individual involved into fits of laughter, and most likely beyond that into tears. Across the black and white screen the image flicked and moved, the sight joyful in the eyes of one of the men. Slowly a knowing smile spread across his lips, his eyes taking in the image with great love.
Skinner, the Lone Gunmen and Agent Fox Mulder stood before a small security screen, all mesmerized by the Television set and what danced across it. Dancing and quite obviously singing at the top of her lungs, though the T.V. had no speakers, was Agent Dana Scully. Having traded her regular business suit for a pair of jeans and a large men's shirt, which undoubtedly belonged to Mulder judging by its size, she proceeded to dance her way across her living room. Eyes squinted shut and mouth wide open to the CD player's controller she sang her heart out to the empty room, her dancing full of hip shaking, turning and head bopping.
"And I thought she only listened to Classical." That sent the group of men into an uproar of laughter, Mulder joining in this time. After a few minutes of on and off laughter they all calmed down, Mulder leaning forwards and clicking off the screen. He turned around to be met with a room full of amused smirks. He turned to Frohike. "Thanks for installing the camera."
"I wouldn't miss seeing this evening for the world Mulder." The rest of the men nodded their heads in agreement.
"You're a Lucky Man Mulder." The words came from Skinner this time, his smile genuine. He turned to The Lone Gunmen. "This occurrence is never to be discussed in public by any or all of us…is that clear?" The three men nodded their heads. With a wave goodbye Mulder walked from the room fingering the small black velvet ring box that rested in his pocket. Tonight he would give her a new reason to dance.
Fin.
A/n: yup it's pure, silly Fluff but I hope you found it pleasing.