A/N: I bought The Complete X-Files: Behind the Series the Myths and the Movies for 34% off on Amazon, and free shipping. Made my day I tell ya. This chapter is going to be more lighthearted than the last, even though I love to make people almost cry.


The ice-cream was gone. Despite the sugar Scully was drowsy. Unfortunately for her, Mulder had seen this movie enough times to know exactly when to let out a yelp that would surely scare her half to death. He watched the screen closely, waiting for just the right second.

3...2...1...

"BAH!" he shouted, reaching over and grabbing her sides. She shrieked and about flew through the air, clutching at her chest.

"MULDER!" she exclaimed, taking a pillow and hitting him over the head with it.

"You're going to pay and you're going to pay in blood!"

She hit him again, this time in the face. He sat still for a moment.

"You do realize that you have just broken the cardinal rule of pillow fighting."

"Which is?"

"You can't hit an unarmed man more than once. If you do, you shall relinquish your pillow and the victim of your crime shall do whatever he wants with you."

"I signed nothing. I am playing by my own rules which state that you must catch me before you can do a thing to me!" she exclaimed, leaping off of the couch and heading for her room. He grabbed a pillow and chased her, catching the door right before it closed. She screeched in surprise and ran to the other side of the room, putting the bed in between them.

"There's no escape now, Scully. What are you going to do? It's all over."

"It is not! I still have a pillow!"

"So do I. And the pillows on your bed look like they would take this game to a whole new level. Come on lady. Hit me with your best shot."

She was giggling now, not exactly sure how to go about this. She could take a risk and climb over the bed, but he would undoubtedly catch her. She could try and make a break for the door, but he would catch her there too. The only other option was diving under the bed, but she had a feeling she would get stuck.

"What have I gotten myself into?"

He just smiled and took a step towards her.

"I'll get you my pretty... and your paycheck too!"

She giggled and brushed her hair back from her face.

"Mulder, I'm not moving. I can't take you."

"What, do your heels give you superpowers? You can totally take me, Scully. I dare you."

"You can't dare me, it's not fair."

"I triple dog dare you!"

"Mulder," she laughed. "I said that's not fair."

"No, you said a dare wasn't fair. That was a triple dog dare. Whole different animal, hence the dog part."

"Mulder, where do you come up with this crap?"

"I don't know. Come on, Scully, quit jawing and finish this fight. Are you chicken?"

"No!"

"Are you a 'fraidy cat?"

"I'm not a 'fraidy cat!"

"Are you a big baby?"

"NO!"

She made a break for the door and then quickly turned and jumped onto the bed. He caught her around the knees and she face planted into the mattress. He pinned her down gently and blew a tiny puff of air behind her ear. He knew she was ticklish there and it didn't take much to make her squirm.

"You give?"

"Not a chance."

"I will tickle your feet."

"I will kick you in the face."

"You would not. You are totally and completely at my mercy. All I have to do is lay here and you can't get up."

"Because you eat your weight in sunflower seeds everyday. You could suffocate someone by laying on them like this."

"I know. That's how I got into the FBI. My one special skill."

She struggled for a moment before giving up.

"Fine you win."

"Are you serious? You're a wuss."

"I'm not a wuss, Fox Mulder. Take it back."

"Never!"

She was quiet for a moment, then began to shake with laughter. It was muffled against the mattress, but it was a laugh none the less. He leaned down close to her face, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Whatcha doing down there, Scully?"

Her laughter was growing in intensity now and even though he could only see part of her face, he knew laughter tears were coming.

"Hey, let me in on this joke."

She finally turned and faced him, her eyes lit up like he had never seen before.

"Mulder, we're two grown adults having a pillow fight."

"I know."

"Not even just grown adults. We're old adults."

"I'm not old."

She chuffed out a laugh.

"I have never been so close to you that you only had one eye," she said, grinning.

"Someone had too much ice-cream."

She sighed.

"Do you think you could shift your weight just the least little bit?"

He rolled off of her and propped his head up on his hand.

She took in a deep breath and mirrored his position.

"Well maybe we're not old, but I sure feel old."

"Do you?"

"My knees creak. I think I got them second hand from a 75 year old man."

He chuckled and reached down to grab her knee.

"Somehow, I don't think so. It's probably from wearing heels so much."

"Quit mocking the heels."

He chuckled and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey Scully?"

"Hmm?"

"Someday, when you're old and some teenager comes to your nursing home to interview people about the good old days, what will you tell them?"

"To go away."

"Really."

"Are you really asking what I would say about you?"

"Sure."

"I would tell them that you're my best friend. I would tell them that you drive me nuts and make me mad and cause me to think of different ways to kill you. And then I would tell them that you also make me laugh, and you take care of me even when I don't want you to. I would tell them that you're quite possibly the only good man left in the world."

"So basically you would lie."

"Mulder," she said, hitting his shoulder. "It's the truth. You do drive me nuts. Besides, I'm sure you'd add your two sense as well, just to get the record straight."

"You really think we'll still be friends then?"

"I think we'll have to be. I'm not living in a nursing home without you. Who else would help me swap people's dentures in the middle of the night?"

"Frohike might."

"But I want you to help me."

"Alright, deal."

She nodded.

"You know what?"

"Hmm?"

"I think when I get old, I'll remember all the good stuff."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like movie nights. And that rubber band fight last week."

"I'm still amazed that you can shoot a rubber band with one hand."

"That's just how I roll, Mulder," she dead-panned. He chuckled and pulled her close for a hug.

"It's about time for burgers. Hungry?"

"Not really, but that doesn't mean I won't eat your fries."

He grinned.

"Let's go."