Scully stormed into the office in a foul mood. She had been up all night with her stupid VCR because she had to tape "Plan9 from Outer space" for Mulder and it wouldn't work.
"Mulder, make me some coffee! Pronto!" she yelled.
Mulder was not a happy camper either. He kept having nightmares about Frohike turning into a middle school sub and torturing all the kids.
Needless to say, he snapped when Scully yelled at him.
"Coffee?"
He said in a sarcastically pleasant voice.
"Sure! Here ya go. Some nice, warm coffee."
He got up and poured the brew all over her head.
Scully was steaming-literally. The coffee had scorched her clothes- and her temper.
She mustered up her last bit of self control and said through clenched teeth,
"I will be willing to forget that if you go and get me a fresh cup of coffee in a mug right now."
"No."
"What did you say?!?"
"No, you haven't finished your first one yet."
He smiled wickedly.
Scully blew up. She packed a nasty punch into her right-handed
*SLAP!*
Mulder's face twisted into a grimace. All he could think of was how he was gonna slap her back once the shock was over, but once he looked up, she was gone.
***
"Scully, listen, would you give me a call please? I'm sorry about this morning-it was just... well, I had a little trouble with one of the Lone Gunmen last night. Could ya just call me? Bye."
Scully listened to the message and laughed in triumph.
"Trying to come crawling back to me, Mulder? Well, I won't give you the satisfaction. Still..."
THE NEXT DAY
9:30 a.m.
FBI building
"Scully? Hi! Did you get my messag-Frohike?"
The bullfrog-look-alike swooped his arm around Scully's shoulder possessively.
"Hello, Mulder." he smiled
"Oh hello MULDER," she said, the last word like poison. "Would you be a doll and get me some mocha?"
Mulder could only stare and gape.
"I didn't think so. Come on Hickie." she continued.
"Scully? WHY?!?" Mulder yelled.
Scully turned around and arched an eyebrow.
"Don't you get it?" she linked arms with Frohike. "HE made the coffee."
The End
