This is for all of those crazy reviewers (I LOVE YOU ALL!!!) who told me to write a sequel. Probably not what you're expecting, though. Pure fluff, really. Read and review!
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Not Doing That Again
Scully's Part
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Outside McDuff's Bar
Washington, D.C.
1:56 AM
I don't normally drink and when I do, I don't normally get smashed. I'm Irish, for Christ's sake, and I know I can hold my liquor. Tonight, however, the tequila got to me. I shouldn't have had so many shots, really, but for some reason, I just needed to get plastered. The fact that Mulder had done this same thing a week ago really didn't cross my mind as the liquid burned down my throat.
I'd called Mulder because he'd called me. It seemed like the logical thing. And it's not like he sleeps anyway.
"Mulder, I need you to 'hic' pick me up." I heard a groan from the other side of the line.
"Scully," Mulder half-whined," you went out and got smashed, didn't you?"
"Just… slightly, yes." I worried my lip. He sighed.
"Where are you?" I heard a rustle as he moved.
"I'm at McDuff's, near Ford's Theatre." (A/N: I've been to D.C. three times in my life and I have no idea if there's a bar anywhere near Ford's Theatre, I'm just trying to get an idea of where it is.)
"All right, I'll be there to pick you up soon." The phone hung up.
"Why do you never say 'goodbye?'" I asked the phone. A dial tone started and I hung up. I walked out of the phone booth I'd been in and sat on the hood of my car. Lying back, I looked up into the light-polluted sky and tried to count stars.
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Mulder's POV
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I found Scully asleep on the hood of her car. I'd looked around for her familiar shape and saw that her car had an odd lump with red hair on the hood.
I walked over and smiled at her still form. Her mouth was slightly open and she was snoring lightly. I gently shook her awake.
"Hey, Scully, we need to get you home. It's way past your bed time." I said lightly. She smiled faintly.
"You should be talking. I think you called me later than I did, last week." I grimaced at the memory and I saw a slight look of triumph come over her face.
"Well, you're definitely a better drunk than I am. You don't really seem too bad." I helped her off of the car hood. She wobbled slightly but recovered her balance quickly.
"I'm Irish, what can I say?" She yawned and I smelt the booze on her breath.
"Whoa, Scully. Tequila? No wonder you're drunk." I helped her walk to my car. She opened the passenger side door and slid in smoothly and without problem.
"Yeah. I wasn't exactly thinking straight tonight." She yawned again. I closed her door and went to the driver's side door. I slid in and started the engine.
"Well, lets get you home." I buckled my seat belt (A/N: Click it or die! (inside joke)) and slowly backed out of the parking lot.
"You know, Mulder," I looked quickly to Scully and then back to the road," we never really talk." She sighed.
"I know." I put on my turn signal and headed towards Scully's apartment.
"The last time I talked to you, it wasn't you at all." Her words were becoming slurred with sleep and with alcohol. " I liked talking to you, Mulder. You cared about something outside of work and I liked that it was me you cared about. Will you promise me we'll talk again, soon?"
"Yeah, Scully, I promise." I looked over to the passenger side and saw that she'd fallen asleep again. I smiled.
"I promise."
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Okay, definitely NOT like the first one. In fact, it's very far from the other. I'm not really in the mood to write a funny fic as the series finale is tonight. I'm going to watch it, out of love for the show, but I'm unsure whether or not it's going to be good or not. Felt that a little fluffy thing was needed for tonight. Read and review, peeps!
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