Mulder smiled.
"Anyway Mulder, I want you to drive me someplace."
"You can't drive yourself? You got through Quantico and managed to stay with me for such a long time and you don't know how to drive a car?"
"Of course I do, but I want YOU to drive me there."
"Where do you want to go?"
"It's a surprise."
"I'm busy then."
"Mulder, it's a surprise. Either you drive me there or I drive you there. I know you don't want me to drive you there since it would damage your male ego to be seen with a woman driving the car for you. Either way, you're going."
"Are you trying to con me into going to the opera? It's something that I don't like, I know it."
"Please, Mulder?"
"At least tell me what part of the city it's in. I have to know how to get there if I'm going to drive you."
"Surprise, Mulder. S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E which means something that happens that is unexpected. You're not supposed to know what it is. It's not like I'm conspiring with anyone against you."
"You know, it could be a conspiracy..."
"Everything's a conspiracy to you, Mulder. You're too paranoid."
"I'm not paranoid. It's the truth."
"Come on Mulder, please." She looked at her watch. "Come on, we have go now."
"Reservations? Yep, this must be bad."
LATER IN THE PARKING LOT OF AN OPERA HOUSE THREE MILES FROM THEIR HOUSE...
"An opera house! I knew it."
"Mulder, you're not going to complain through this thing are you? It lasts for two hours."
"Well, I was dragged here against my will. What do you expect me to do?"
"Attempt to be nice. I bought these tickets before we got married because I thought it would be nice for us to do something together."
"You thought it would be nice for us to listen to a fat lady scream?"
"Sing. They sing, Mulder. Besides, its a skinny girl. Let's just go inside and enjoy it."
"Fine, but you owe me."
AFTERWARDS
Mulder had his arm around Scully as they strolled out of the opera house. Mulder started pretending to sing like the opera singers. Scully was trying desperately to pull away from Mulder, but he made sure to hold onto her tight so that she could not get away.
"I can't believe you're doing this. Let me go!" Scully whispered.
Mulder sang, "Blah blah blah BLAH!"
"Shut up Mulder!"
"Blah?"
"Quit it. You're embarrassing me."
"I told you that you owed me. This is payback."
"Wonderful, Mulder. Get your payback, but not here. Sing your crap when we get home, but please not here."
"Why, Scully, you think my singing is crap? I thought that you would like my screaming/singing. I mean, that's all that the opera singers do. I was thinking of getting a job with them too."
"Don't you dare, Mulder."
"Yeah, you know, let's go back there and talk to them. Maybe I can do a one night sort of thing. Maybe they would let me play servent or something."
"Get back here right now, Mulder. I can't believe you."
"Well, I didn't complain through the whole thing. I have to let my anger out somehow."
"I was wondering why you were so quiet all through that show. It's because you were plotting."
"Yep. Hey, I let you enjoy your show."
"And I'm eternally grateful to you, Mulder."
"I thought that would make you happy."
Mulder had loosened his grip and Scully pulled away from him easily. She knew this was her chance so she ran quickly to their car.
"You really thought I was going to go back there? Scully, I thought you knew me better."
"You scare me."
"Aw, I'm sorry. Here let me give you a hug," he said as he went around to her side of the car.
"No, that's okay. I believe you."
"But I want to give you a hug."
"Alright fine, I don't trust you Mulder. You're stronger than me. I might've learned how to take a person out in Quantico, but that doesn't mean that I want to hurt you, Mulder. Let's just go home. You did your damage."
"What damage?"
Scully gave Mulder an evil look. He smiled and went back to the drivers side of the car and got in. Scully waited for him to unlock the car, but he never did. He started the car and then just took off without Scully.
"Mulder where the hell do you think you're going?" she screamed.
He kept on driving. Scully stood there waiting for five minutes for him to come back and stop his clowning around, but he never did.
"This is just great," she muttered.
She started walking home at close to 10:30 at night. Scully was planning her revenge on Mulder when she heard a car beep behind her.
"I'm all the way over on the side of the road, what else do you want me to do?" she muttered.
The car pulled up beside her. The driver rolled down the window.
"Scully? Get in the car." It was Skinner.
Scully walked to the passanger side and got in the car.
"Were you at the opera, Scully?" he asked.
"Yes. I thought it would be nice for Mulder and I to get out of the house. It was a present that I bought for him before we got married and even before we decided to marry. So now I guess it was my marrige present to Mulder, but he ruined it."
"What happened?" Skinner asked.
Scully sighed. "He complained before we even made it into the opera. He was suspicious to begin with. You know how much Mulder doesn't like the opera, don't you?" Skinner nodded. "Well, he didn't do anything during the performance. I was a little worried since he had made a big deal about it in the car. I was just waiting for him to ruin everything, but he never did. So, I thought that maybe, just maybe, he had enjoyed it. As soon as we went out into the parking lot, he started pretending that he was drunk and tried to sing like one of the opera singers." Skinner chuckled. "It's not funny. Then he just left me there all by myself. He's making me walk home. I can't believe it."
"Neither can I," Skinner replied. "I never thought it would go this far. What was he thinking?"
"Did you know he was going to do it?"
"Of course not. Remember, I don't get involved."
"He's going to pay."
"Now calm down, Dana. You took time off of work so that both of you could relax and work your problems out. It wasn't supposed to be for revenge."
"Well it is now."
"Just calm down. Mulder was just joking around probably. This time he went too far, of course, but I don't think he meant any harm," Skinner said reasonably.
"Don't you think it was just a little stupid for him to leave his wife who is five months pregnant to walk home at night when all the weirdos come out?"
"Yes, it was a sort of stupid thing to do."
"No, it was an extrodinarily stupid thing to do. I hate to talk badly about his mom, but sometimes I wonder if she taught him anything. Like how to put the toilet seat down."
"Well," Skinner said cautiously, "Maybe she did try to teach him something, but you know how Mulder is. He never really listens to anybody, even me. He's a stubborn person sometimes."
"All the time actually. I just wish he would meet me halfway. I can be stubborn too."
"Maybe you should try being sympathetic with him. When he realizes that you are trying to cooperate he'll leave you alone. But that's not a guarantee."
"Nothing works with him."
"You should quit badgering him so much. You might be getting on his nerves and that could be why he is being this way." He shut his eyes, expecting to be punched, but nothing happened. He opened his eyes and looked over at Scully. She was deep in thought.
"You're right," she said quietly. "I have been getting on his nerves lately. It must be all my hormones going crazy. I should leave him alone. I pushed him too far this time. He must be worried though. For all he knows, I could have went into labor on the side of the road. People would drive by me and thinking that I'm either drunk or a lunatic screaming."
"You should yell at him for that. I would if I were you."
They pulled up in Scully's driveway.
"Do you want me to help you to the door?"
"No I'm fine."
"Okay. Goodnight."
Scully got out of the car and went to the door. She searched for the house keys in her purse, but she had forgotten them. Mulder opened the door before she began to knock.
"Who was that?" he asked. "Actually, nevermind. I'm sorry I did that. I wasn't thinking and even though this may seem like a dumb excuse, it's the truth...I forgot you were pregnant."
"Mulder, I'll make a deal with you. As long as you don't bother me, I won't bother you. I want this marrige to work. I want a father for my child." She sighed. "Look, I just want to sleep."
"Good. So do I."
They walked up the stairs, got into their pajamas, and got into bed.
"Goodnight, Dana," Mulder said.
"It's Scully. Goodnight, Mulder."
"Don't start with me..."
"Oh shut up, Mulder and go to sleep."
The End
"Anyway Mulder, I want you to drive me someplace."
"You can't drive yourself? You got through Quantico and managed to stay with me for such a long time and you don't know how to drive a car?"
"Of course I do, but I want YOU to drive me there."
"Where do you want to go?"
"It's a surprise."
"I'm busy then."
"Mulder, it's a surprise. Either you drive me there or I drive you there. I know you don't want me to drive you there since it would damage your male ego to be seen with a woman driving the car for you. Either way, you're going."
"Are you trying to con me into going to the opera? It's something that I don't like, I know it."
"Please, Mulder?"
"At least tell me what part of the city it's in. I have to know how to get there if I'm going to drive you."
"Surprise, Mulder. S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E which means something that happens that is unexpected. You're not supposed to know what it is. It's not like I'm conspiring with anyone against you."
"You know, it could be a conspiracy..."
"Everything's a conspiracy to you, Mulder. You're too paranoid."
"I'm not paranoid. It's the truth."
"Come on Mulder, please." She looked at her watch. "Come on, we have go now."
"Reservations? Yep, this must be bad."
LATER IN THE PARKING LOT OF AN OPERA HOUSE THREE MILES FROM THEIR HOUSE...
"An opera house! I knew it."
"Mulder, you're not going to complain through this thing are you? It lasts for two hours."
"Well, I was dragged here against my will. What do you expect me to do?"
"Attempt to be nice. I bought these tickets before we got married because I thought it would be nice for us to do something together."
"You thought it would be nice for us to listen to a fat lady scream?"
"Sing. They sing, Mulder. Besides, its a skinny girl. Let's just go inside and enjoy it."
"Fine, but you owe me."
AFTERWARDS
Mulder had his arm around Scully as they strolled out of the opera house. Mulder started pretending to sing like the opera singers. Scully was trying desperately to pull away from Mulder, but he made sure to hold onto her tight so that she could not get away.
"I can't believe you're doing this. Let me go!" Scully whispered.
Mulder sang, "Blah blah blah BLAH!"
"Shut up Mulder!"
"Blah?"
"Quit it. You're embarrassing me."
"I told you that you owed me. This is payback."
"Wonderful, Mulder. Get your payback, but not here. Sing your crap when we get home, but please not here."
"Why, Scully, you think my singing is crap? I thought that you would like my screaming/singing. I mean, that's all that the opera singers do. I was thinking of getting a job with them too."
"Don't you dare, Mulder."
"Yeah, you know, let's go back there and talk to them. Maybe I can do a one night sort of thing. Maybe they would let me play servent or something."
"Get back here right now, Mulder. I can't believe you."
"Well, I didn't complain through the whole thing. I have to let my anger out somehow."
"I was wondering why you were so quiet all through that show. It's because you were plotting."
"Yep. Hey, I let you enjoy your show."
"And I'm eternally grateful to you, Mulder."
"I thought that would make you happy."
Mulder had loosened his grip and Scully pulled away from him easily. She knew this was her chance so she ran quickly to their car.
"You really thought I was going to go back there? Scully, I thought you knew me better."
"You scare me."
"Aw, I'm sorry. Here let me give you a hug," he said as he went around to her side of the car.
"No, that's okay. I believe you."
"But I want to give you a hug."
"Alright fine, I don't trust you Mulder. You're stronger than me. I might've learned how to take a person out in Quantico, but that doesn't mean that I want to hurt you, Mulder. Let's just go home. You did your damage."
"What damage?"
Scully gave Mulder an evil look. He smiled and went back to the drivers side of the car and got in. Scully waited for him to unlock the car, but he never did. He started the car and then just took off without Scully.
"Mulder where the hell do you think you're going?" she screamed.
He kept on driving. Scully stood there waiting for five minutes for him to come back and stop his clowning around, but he never did.
"This is just great," she muttered.
She started walking home at close to 10:30 at night. Scully was planning her revenge on Mulder when she heard a car beep behind her.
"I'm all the way over on the side of the road, what else do you want me to do?" she muttered.
The car pulled up beside her. The driver rolled down the window.
"Scully? Get in the car." It was Skinner.
Scully walked to the passanger side and got in the car.
"Were you at the opera, Scully?" he asked.
"Yes. I thought it would be nice for Mulder and I to get out of the house. It was a present that I bought for him before we got married and even before we decided to marry. So now I guess it was my marrige present to Mulder, but he ruined it."
"What happened?" Skinner asked.
Scully sighed. "He complained before we even made it into the opera. He was suspicious to begin with. You know how much Mulder doesn't like the opera, don't you?" Skinner nodded. "Well, he didn't do anything during the performance. I was a little worried since he had made a big deal about it in the car. I was just waiting for him to ruin everything, but he never did. So, I thought that maybe, just maybe, he had enjoyed it. As soon as we went out into the parking lot, he started pretending that he was drunk and tried to sing like one of the opera singers." Skinner chuckled. "It's not funny. Then he just left me there all by myself. He's making me walk home. I can't believe it."
"Neither can I," Skinner replied. "I never thought it would go this far. What was he thinking?"
"Did you know he was going to do it?"
"Of course not. Remember, I don't get involved."
"He's going to pay."
"Now calm down, Dana. You took time off of work so that both of you could relax and work your problems out. It wasn't supposed to be for revenge."
"Well it is now."
"Just calm down. Mulder was just joking around probably. This time he went too far, of course, but I don't think he meant any harm," Skinner said reasonably.
"Don't you think it was just a little stupid for him to leave his wife who is five months pregnant to walk home at night when all the weirdos come out?"
"Yes, it was a sort of stupid thing to do."
"No, it was an extrodinarily stupid thing to do. I hate to talk badly about his mom, but sometimes I wonder if she taught him anything. Like how to put the toilet seat down."
"Well," Skinner said cautiously, "Maybe she did try to teach him something, but you know how Mulder is. He never really listens to anybody, even me. He's a stubborn person sometimes."
"All the time actually. I just wish he would meet me halfway. I can be stubborn too."
"Maybe you should try being sympathetic with him. When he realizes that you are trying to cooperate he'll leave you alone. But that's not a guarantee."
"Nothing works with him."
"You should quit badgering him so much. You might be getting on his nerves and that could be why he is being this way." He shut his eyes, expecting to be punched, but nothing happened. He opened his eyes and looked over at Scully. She was deep in thought.
"You're right," she said quietly. "I have been getting on his nerves lately. It must be all my hormones going crazy. I should leave him alone. I pushed him too far this time. He must be worried though. For all he knows, I could have went into labor on the side of the road. People would drive by me and thinking that I'm either drunk or a lunatic screaming."
"You should yell at him for that. I would if I were you."
They pulled up in Scully's driveway.
"Do you want me to help you to the door?"
"No I'm fine."
"Okay. Goodnight."
Scully got out of the car and went to the door. She searched for the house keys in her purse, but she had forgotten them. Mulder opened the door before she began to knock.
"Who was that?" he asked. "Actually, nevermind. I'm sorry I did that. I wasn't thinking and even though this may seem like a dumb excuse, it's the truth...I forgot you were pregnant."
"Mulder, I'll make a deal with you. As long as you don't bother me, I won't bother you. I want this marrige to work. I want a father for my child." She sighed. "Look, I just want to sleep."
"Good. So do I."
They walked up the stairs, got into their pajamas, and got into bed.
"Goodnight, Dana," Mulder said.
"It's Scully. Goodnight, Mulder."
"Don't start with me..."
"Oh shut up, Mulder and go to sleep."
The End