2000 - "Come here. Let me fix it."
"Ouch!" He pulled his hand back quickly, instantly sticking his throbbing thumb in his mouth. In pain, he sucked at the injured body part.
"Mulder? You okay?" He glanced toward the door. Scully stood in its frame, her purse hanging neatly from her shoulder and a thermos filled with tea – as far as Mulder could guess anyway – in her hand.
"It attacked me, Scully. The filing cabinet." He glared at the office fixture. Scully sat her things down, smiling a bit indulgently.
"Come here. Let me fix it." Mulder obeyed, perching himself on the edge of his desk. Gently, Scully massaged his thumb. "You'll live," she announced after a close examination.
"Are you sure?" he asked, smirking slightly.
"Positive," she grinned back. She ruffled his hair slightly, and, grabbing her precious thermos, strode over to the shelves that sat in the back of the office. Mulder recalled how she had vowed last night to better organize the area, and, true to her word, she began to do that very thing. Mulder watched her for a few moments. He marveled at the fact that a beautiful, resourceful, intelligent woman like her could ever love someone like him.
"Mulder, are you going to sit and watch me all day or are you going to help? Scully inquired, a stack of files in her hand. Demanding. Mulder added that to his list of things Scully was as he hopped off his desk.
"I was coming to help," he responded in defense of himself. "I was just struck with awe over how stunningly beautiful you look today." He wrapped an arm around her waist. Scully wriggled out of his grasp.
"Mulder, we're at work. Pull yourself together," she admonished. A bright smile stole across her flushed face, however. Mulder chuckled at her as he pulled a file off one of the shelves. Stubborn. That was another thing that Scully was.
And somehow that made Mulder love her all the more.
