Sorry if I took a while with this chapter. I got an idea for a new story and kinda have been goin crazy with that. I'm sure I'll be posting the first chapters of that one verrrry soon. Please keep reading and reviewing this one though, it means a whole lot to me!

Mulder had just stepped out of the shower and was wiping himself dry with one of the large white hotel towels. His tux was laid out on the bed in front of him. He looked at it for a while before beginning to put it on. He hated the fact that he had to get all dressed up for something he could really give two shits about. There were so many other things he could be doing with his time but instead he was going to be stuck in a theater full of people he didn't know that would be forming judgments on him because of some stupid movie. He grabbed the white shirt and black pants and slipped them on quickly. There were so many more parts to a tux then a regular suit. It was like putting a puzzle together. When he finished he looked at the final product in his mirror. 'I look like an ass.' He thought to himself. It was hopeless, he was going to stick out like a soar thumb.

Scully was also preparing for the nights events in her room. She had showered and did her hair a bit different. It was too short to put up, so she just accented it with a simple thin, black hair band. She wore a little more eye make-up then usual, but other then those things she looked like normal Scully. As she looked at herself in the mirror she paid attention to how the simple black dress did accent her tiny shape. After wearing simple business suits for so long, she forgot what she could look like if she put effort in to her appearance. It was the first time in a long time that she felt pretty.

At around quarter after 6 there was a knock at his door. He tugged at his bow tie a few more times before going to the door. When he saw what waited for him on the other side, he had trouble producing a sentence. Scully stood in front of him, having no idea how adorable she looked in her dress. They both stood in silence for a few moments just looking at each other.

"I can't breathe with this damn tie on." He complained to her as he tugged at the tie hopelessly.

"Mulder, it looks like you may have it tied entirely too tight." She said with a bit of a giggle. His moments of imperfection were few and far between, and often quite humorous. Her tiny fingers fussed with the bow tie for a few moments. As soon as she undid it Mulder could feel his throat expanding. Maybe it had been a bit too tight.

"Is that better?" She asked as she patted him on the chest, letting her hand sit there for a moment.

"I'm wondering where you learned how to do that Scully." Mulder replied with a smirk.

"I like to keep you guessing." She turned around and began walking towards the elevator.

"C'mon Mulder, we don't want to be late for our big debut." He shut his door behind him and caught up to her.

"Do you think anyone will notice if we skip out halfway through the damn thing?" He asked with a completely serious expression on his face.

"You wouldn't want to offend Mr. Shandling or Ms. Leoni would you Mulder?" This time he was the one rolling his eyes.

They had both been right. The movie ended up being a complete joke. The portrayals of he and Scully by the actors, if you could even call them that, were pathetic. They came across as love sick brainiacs on a search for nothing. Mulder had become so infuriated that he left just before the ending credits. As soon as the credits began to roll Scully made a swift exit from the theater. She dialed his number quickly.

"Yes Scully…" He answered in a rather depressed voice.

"So I'm guessing you don't want to go to the after party?" She asked sarcastically.

"I'm at the set Scully." He hung up the phone without laughing. She found the limo that had brought her, and the driver kindly agreed to bring her to the set where the movie was shot.

As she approached him, she saw that he was slouched over and looked rather upset. They spoke for a while until she finally could get him to smile.

"So we have five hundred dollars to do what ever we want?" He asked her and she held on to his arm.

"I guess Skinner felt pretty bad." She replied. He pulled her hand down from his arm and held it tightly in his.

"Dinner sounds good to me." The left the set and wandered the streets of Burbank for a while until they both settled on a place to sit down and eat. They were both so dressed up that they figured it would be fun to go someplace nice, plus they had five hundred dollars burning a whole in their pockets.

They were seated quickly and given a wine list.

"I'm not really sure how to pronounce any of this crap Scully." He said as he handed her the list. She looked it over briefly and set it down on the table.

"Don't worry I'll take care of it." She smirked at him.

"Oh, a women that takes control. I like." He returned the smile.

"So were these four weeks off all you thought they would be Mulder?" Scully asked as she looked over her menu. Mulder has already chosen his dinner and was simply watching her.

"As far as I'm concerned it's not over yet Scully." He placed his hand over hers.

"No. Not it's not Mulder." She looked him in his eyes briefly, trying to work up the courage to tell him how she felt. It was just too hard for her. Opening up and revealing her weaknesses was too risky.

"I'm glad we have this time out here Scully. We work too much anyway." He smiled at her and pulled his hand back. He didn't want to make her feel too uncomfortable.

"Since we saw such a crappy movie earlier, maybe tonight we could find something half way decent on the movie channels back at the hotel. I don't think I will be able to sleep if I have the damn movie playing through my head." Scully looked up at him, revealing no expression on her face. She was too nervous to let anything show. 'C'mon. Do this.' Her inner voice yelled at her.

"Sounds like a plan." She finally responded.