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Scully POV

I was finally off work and heading upstairs to my apartment. It had been a long week, but it was Friday, and that meant a bubble bath was awaiting. I opened the door and grabbed the mail off the floor. I skimmed through it, and a fancy envelope caught my eye. It was addressed to a Ms. Dana Scully. It wasn't your ordinary envelope, so it must of been something special. Curiosity got the best of me, so I opened it quickly. It was an invitation to one of my good friends wedding. We hadn't talked in years, but it was the kind of friendship that didn't need communication. The kind of friendship where you can just pick up from where you left off. I felt a pang of jealousy, but I was happy for her. Just then I realized, I cannot go to this wedding alone. She was very popular, and I have no doubt that a lot of my old classmates will be there. I can't go to this mini reunion single.

I know it is beneath me, but I had a genius plan. I don't like to lie, but the thought of going to a wedding single, seemed humiliating. My plan was to ask Mulder as my date. He doesn't have to play the boyfriend part, but just going with me would be enough. At least people wouldn't be giving me sympathetic glances. Poor Dana Scully, still alone. When in fact, I have never felt alone. I have my times where I wish I lived with a man, but at the same time, I am with Mulder more than I am home. He feels that void in my heart, and I know exactly why. I love Mulder. I have known this for a long time, but I have chosen to ignore it. I know he loves me, but I am not sure he is in love with me. So, I have decided to keep this little fact to myself.

I open a bottle of red wine, and I draw myself a steaming bubble bath. The smell of vanilla invades my senses, and I am suddenly relaxed. Two wine glasses later, I decide that it is time to call Mulder. I don't think I will ask him over the phone, but I am going to ask him to breakfast. So, I get out, grab my robe and wrap it tightly around myself. As I am walking towards the phone, I hear a knock at my door.

I ignore the phone for now, and I answer the door. I knew it was Mulder, because we have this distinguished knock pattern. I open the door to a smiling Mulder with a pizza in his hand. It smelt delicious and after that bath, I was starving. "Mulder, did you bring that pizza as a bribe?" I question him. He doesn't need to bring anything to get into my apartment, and I know that I don't have to either. "No, but I thought you might be hungry. I know I am." Mulder was thinking of me, and he was being very considerate lately. He had recently started bringing me Starbucks and beagles in the morning. I decide that we should take turns, so we have a routine. I bring coffee Monday and Tuesdays, and he brings coffee Wednesday through Friday's, at his insistence. Who was I to argue? "Well, thank you Mulder. I appreciate it." I really do appreciate it, and I hope my genuine smile proves it.

"Well, come in and sit down. I will grab us some plates." I bring the plates over to the couch. I used to make us eat at the table, but what can I say. Mulder has had a pretty strong influence on me. He opens the pizza box and I notice that he has gotten half mushroom and half pizza lover. How sweet is he. "Mulder, thank you!" I don't have to say why I am thanking him, because he already knows. He gives me a smile, and we dig in. Just then Mulder states, " I don't know why you don't eat hamburger meat." He knows exactly why. "Yes you do, Mulder. You know I don't like the greasy calories." I hate the grease, and I don't want to run an extra two miles to burn it off. " "Scully, you are perfect just the way you are." I had no idea that Mulder felt that way. I knew he checked me out. I've caught him a few times. To hear his confession, I had a serious blush. So, I decided to deflect his compliment, just as I always do. I smile, and then say, "Mulder, I actually have something I would like to talk to you about." I see his face fall, and I know that those words bring back so many memories of my cancer for him. I quickly explain, "Mulder, I am fine. Nothing is wrong with me." I see his posture relax, and I smile.

"Do you want to tell me what it is, Scully?" No, not really. I don't really want to say it, because it is juvenile. "Well, I have been invited to one of my friend's wedding. I was wondering if you would be my date?" I spit it out more quickly that I had wanted to. He could tell that I was nervous as hell. I saw him smile, and my shoulders immediately slumped. "You don't have to, if you don't want, Mulder." He gives me a smug smile, and I know he has just given in to me. "Are you going to be wearing a dress?" Leave it to Mulder to crack a joke. This time I am thankful, for it defused the uneasiness in my stomach. "Yes, Mulder, I will be wearing a dress, " I reply to his innuendo. "Well, I wouldn't miss it for the world." I can't tell if he is serious. " So, you'll be my plus one?" I say a little too happily. He laughs and says, "do I have to wear a tux?" "Mulder, if I have to wear a dress, you will wear a tux." He nods his head in defeat. "Alright, Scully, but I just want you to know, I will be expecting a favor in return." I know he is just kidding. He would do anything for me, and I him. "Mulder, seeing me in a dress is favor enough."

After we finish eating, I give an impressive yawn. Mulder takes it as a hint that I am tired, and he should be heading home. He grabs our plates and puts the left over pizza in the fridge. I give him a thankful smile. "Mulder, you don't have to go home. You can stay and watch a movie with me." " Scully, as tempting as that is, you will just crash on my shoulder. I think you should get some rest, and we can go to breakfast tomorrow morning, if you would like." "That sounds wonderful, Mulder. Thank you for bringing me the pizza." I walk him to the door and open it for him. He stands on the other side and gives me an unexpected hug. I embrace him back. With a peck on my head, he says, " just so I know, are you wearing anything underneath that robe?" I blush furiously, smack him, and I say, "Mulder, go home!" I give him a flirty smile and it confirms what he was thinking all night. His eyes go wide and he leaves quickly. I smile and shut the door. I head for bed and set my alarm so that I can have an early breakfast with Mulder.

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