Author: QuasiPhile
Rating: PG-13, minor swearing (between 2 and 5 words i think).
Spoilers: None that I can find, okay, maybe Detour
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, they belong to the creative minds of Chris Carter, etc....
Summary: Our two favorite special agents get punished and have to help paint a wall, but their superiors don't expect the consequences
Category: MSR
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The Paintbrush War
I'm in deep shit this time, Mulder thought as
he and Scully were each handed a gallon sized
bucket of paint and a large brush. The man who
had given them their supplies directed the two
agents to their section of the wall. Mulder groaned.
"This is all your fault Mulder," Scully sulked as
she dipped a softly bristled brush into white ink.
She was right, Mulder mused, if only he had
listened to her for once and not followed that
lead, they wouldn't be living this torture. But Scully
didn't make a habit of gloating and he only
recalled hearing the dreaded "I told you so" once.
That was one of the many things he loved
about Dana Scully, aside from her beauty,
intelligence, integrity, and heart.
Taking a long look at the wall, he wondered
if the Bureau had ever heard of "The punishment
fits the crime." This one certainly didn't. They had
destroyed a few things following Mulder's lead....
but still!
The Lone Gunmen would pay.....decided
Mulder murderously.
"Sorry Scully..." he apologized, making a
sympathetic face. It was the damned puppy dog
face, noticed his partner. The irresistible puppy
dog face. The one that made her heart melt
completely. Mulder had leaned his head close to
hers, and seemed to be bringing it closer still.
He contemplated on whether he should or
shouldn't do what he wanted.
Thoughts rushed through Scully's head as her
heart pounded. Was he? Is this really happening?
Did she want this? The answer to all of those
questions were yes, yes and YES! She had been
dreaming about the way he kissed her ever since
that fateful night on the dawn of the new Millennium.
While it was nothing more than a good luck kiss,
she wanted it to be that much more. She wanted to
know that that kiss had meant as much to him as it
had to her.
She wanted to know that he loved her as much
as she loved him. There had been little clues, but
before the *kiss* she had brushed them off,
obediently believing that her partnership with Mulder
would be nothing more. Could be nothing more.
Interference from the outside world invaded their
secluded universe, making up Mulder's mind for him.
"Agents, get to work," the overseer called from a
distance. So rather than pressing his lips to hers, as
he had intended, Mulder quickly took his brush and
before she knew what had happened, there was a
stripe of white down the side of Scully's right cheek.
The paint felt cold and wet.
Well, fine, Scully decide, if thats how he wants to
play this game, then thats just fine. She would have to
wait until Mulder was at a paranoia-low moment
before she could pounce on her prey. So instead of
returning the action, she gave her partner a cool
stare and began to whitewash the wall with long,
broad strokes. The foolish grin that had covered
Mulder's face from ear to ear was gone and
replaced by a confused look. Whooops, he
screwed up this time.
Painting next to her he said, "Scully, I really am
sorry." She didn't respond and Mulder's face fell
even more. The pair worked in silence for the next
hour, giving Scully a long time to think.
After much deliberation, Scully decided that she
was indeed ready for this. Mulder had returned to
the table to replenish the paint supply on his brush.
Since she had just reapplied, this was the perfect
opportunity to strike back.
Coming close to him, she whispered into his ear
very, very softly and seductively, "I forgive you,
Mulder." A wry smile was set on her face. When
Mulder turned to her attention, she planted a blob of
brilliant white paint on his forehead.
"HEY!"
Suppressing a giggle, she continued to work on
the wall. Then there was a tap on her shoulder.
"Are you sure you forgive me?" A deep voice
asked. She spun around to be greeted by paint
on her chin. Scully returned this gesture by painting
Mulder's left cheek.
"Positive," she replied with confidence.
Paint found its way to Scully's forehead.
Mulder's sleeve.
Scully's arm.
Mulder's shirt.
Eventually Mulder went to dip his brush back in
the paint. As he extended his arm, Scully grabbed
hold of it, keeping it in place. Mulder looked up. Her
eyes were dreamy and serious. She tilted her head
closer to his, smiling.
Quickly, before either one had a chance to object
or change their minds, Scully pressed her lips against
his.
She kissed him.
Scully kissed him.
Mulder was in partial shock. He was well aware
that his partner cared for him, even loved him, but not
in *that* way. He loved her in *that* way ever since
the first day she walked, no glided, more-like, into his
office. The vision of an angel.
But not wanting to do anything either of them
would regret, Mulder pulled away slowly. In a soft, quiet
voice, he told her, "Scully, you kissed me." There was
disbelief in his voice.
"I'm sorry, was that a problem?" A small grin played
at the corners of her mouth.
"No! I.....uh...just....I" he was at a loss for words.
Scully let out a small laugh, or what seemed close
to a giggle, "Good, 'cause I kinda liked it." Then when
Mulder just looked at her with an expression of mixed
surprise and happieness, she added, " I also figure it's
my turn. After all, you did kiss me last time."
"Really?" Mulder asked, truly smiling now.
"Really. Just promise me something."
"Anything."
"Promise me that we won't wait so long next time
before kissing again." Mulder was positive he could
keep this promise. It would be a hard one to break.
Nothing could keep him from wanting to kiss those
perfect lips. He leaned down toward her again.
Instead of kissing him, she planted white paint on
his nose. "Not now, Mulder," she scolded, "We'll talk
when this is over.....Iced tea?"
Mulder burst out laughing as he remembered that
night, one of many stakeouts. "Damned rootbeer," he
muttered. Scully joined in on his laughter as she tossed
him a bottle of Iced Tea. She picked up on the radio that
was playing in the backround. A song from the seventies
was on. "Joy to the World". Suddenly inspired, she began
to sing along.
Jeremiah was a bullfrog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him a-drink his wine
And he always had some mighty fine wine
Singin'...
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
If I were the king of the world
Tell you what I'd do
I'd throw away the cars and the bars and the war
Make sweet love to you
Sing it now...
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
------ electric piano ------
You know I love the ladies
Love to have my fun
I'm a high life flyer and a rainbow rider
A straight shootin' son-of-a-gun
I said a straight shootin' son-of-a-gun
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
Joy to the world
Joy to you and me
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
I wanna tell you
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
(fading)
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
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