Title: Easter Evening
Genre: Fluff / Friendship
Characters: F. Mulder x D. Scully
Synopsis: A simple conversation between two not-so-simple people.
Easter Evening
"Mulder, it's me." Dana Scully was leaned against the door frame leading into the office, arms crossed over her chest, a distinct frown on her face. She'd been standing there for a good ten minutes, watching in silence as her partner fumbled through a recent case file. He hadn't noticed her until she spoke, and the tattered file nearly fell from his grasp as large brown eyes looked up at her sheepishly. "We finished that case last week. Skinner approved its closure yesterday. What are you doing here?"
He was in the same suit that she had left him in yesterday, considerably more wrinkled then the last time she saw him. Had he slept? The darkened bags under his eyes told her otherwise. He leaned back in his chair, feet crossing onto his desk, folder left to the wayside. "Scully. I think the question is, what are you doing here?" He emphasized her, specifically, quirking an eyebrow at her. "It's Sunday; you don't technically work until Tuesday if I remember right. Thought you had a date?" His words were playful but the slight tightening of his lips spoke volumes.
"It's Easter, Mulder. The only date I had was with Church this morning." She tossed a small bag at him, watching him fumble in amusement as it landed in his lap. There was a slight smirk on her face as she watched him carefully open the yellow wrapping. A thin, cardboard row of Peeps. A collection of marshmallow chocolate eggs. A single, solid chocolate rabbit.
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he looked back up at her, popping one of the chocolate eggs into his mouth. "I'm not exactly a religious individual, Scully." His eyes fell on the golden cross laid across her chest, the thin metal chain disappearing behind her amber hair.
"You don't have to be religious to leave the basement and experience the world around you, Mulder." She chided him, straightening herself as she brushed off her shoulder. "I cooked a ham."
He broke out in a grin, kicking off his desk as he removed himself from the chair, setting the small package on his desk. "And on the third day the Special Agent rose again from a sugar induced high in order to devour a home cooked meal." Another chocolate egg disappeared.
Scully sighed, rolling her eyes at the man in front of her before she turned away, leaving the office. "Don't make me regret this Mulder." The empty threat hung in the air as he quickly shoved the package into his pocket and shut off the office lights.
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