My funny
valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
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It truly has been a quiet day in the basement office.
Surprisingly, also a little bit suspiciously, there's no aliens to chase, no paperwork to be done, no formulating on how to pull Mulder out of the latest run-in with the bureau policy.
Nothing.
While utilizing the time to its fullest in contemplating the meaning of life, Scully rummaged through the file cabinets in vain for any misplaced file she could return to its rightful place.
After all, Mulder had some problems with his alphabets.
Meanwhile Mulder was standing on his chair equally in vain trying to erase all the pencil marks on the ceiling, evidences of his… less than commendable habit of pencil throwing.
A ray of sunlight that filtered through the dusty basement window fell upon a file. A choral of angels was just beginning to sing as Scully gasped in glee.
"Finally!"
As she took out the file, hands shaking in anticipation as they extracted the Ubersquatyrs case from the X's right next to a folder labeled Xerox.
"Xerox?"
With a raised brow Scully lifted the unexpectedly heavy manila file while trying to retrieve any possible related memories.
Opening it, she found herself staring at an empty folder, and a bag of sunflower seeds beside her feet that apparently fell from the same folder.
Looking at the bag of grey seeds, a low growl rose from Scully's throat and slowly escalated into something unstoppable.
"MULDER!"
Apparently the said man was still erasing the ceiling board when Scully's wrath erupted. After a few comical flailing of the arm and desperate attempts in finding something to grab onto, Mulder finally lost his footing in the already unsteady chair, a result of another one of his less than commendable habits.
He came down rather dramatically, with plenty of grabbing and flailing of the upper extremities.
With a painful sounding thud, Scully rushed to the crash site to inspect the damage done
There Mulder was, laid on the scratchy office carpet in a pathetic heap. His tie too lay askew like a stuck-out tongue under his turned head upon the floor, making the scene all the more comical.
Feeling a cautious smile upon her lips, Scully stood over his wracked figure on the floor and called his name. He's not getting off that easily.
"Mulder."
Nothing, except for a thin line of saliva that's beginning to run from his parted lips which were still in shape of his last scream before he fell victim to the unforgiving gravity.
"Mulder." Again she called, a few decibels louder.
Nothing.
The thin line of saliva is now pooling into a dark stain on the carpet.
Feeling worry rising in her chest, Scully hastily bent down and loomed over Mulder on the floor.
Her hand went to the side of his neck and gratefully felt a steady pulse under the skin.
So he's not in any real trouble.
Then after a few seconds of probing under his weedwhacked brown hair and finding no protrusions, Scully was truly puzzled by the newest X-file.
As a last resort, her cool, trained fingers went to his closed eyelids.
Just as her trained fingers placed upon them, Scully felt a warm hand on the back of her neck and pulling her down toward the floor.
In the panic to delay her descend, Scully grabbed onto the file cabinet handle on her left and clung to it for her dear life.
Though the sudden inclination of her body forced her lips out of alignment with Mulder's and instead, her right cheek.
Scully was all too shocked by the warm connection on her cheek.
Mulder was all too shocked by the fact that his master plan had gone so horribly wrong.
The two stayed in the entangled pile on the floor, both too afraid to acknowledge the last 20 seconds.
Suddenly the phone rang for the first time that day.
Scully scrambled for the phone, seeing as Mulder was in no position to move under her.
"Yes sir, I'll send him right down."
Hanging up the phone, she let out a shaky breath.
Mulder got the hint, one of the very few things that he had learned to be afraid of during their years of working together.
"Sorry." Both muttered awkwardly as they untangled from each other on the floor and smoothed down their clothing.
Mulder ran out of the room thinking for the first time in his life he's happy to see Skinner.
Scully stood in the middle of the basement office for a good minute before smartly turning away from the surveillance camera above Mulder's lava lamp and let a full-fledged smile spread her lips.