The X-Files: Art Class
By Damandabear
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Sorry it took me so long to get this reposted. I am finally done with my midterms, but now I have some other projects to work on over break. If you could please refer to my new profile for an explanation of what happened, that would be great. Thanks much, and don't stop reviewing.
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"Hey, Mulder," I greet as I walks into our basement office. He is acting oddly, and I almost forget why. Oh, yes. The kiss. The year 1999 is finally over and done with, and 2000 has begun. Today is Monday, January 3rd, and there is plenty of work to be done. "Mulder?" I repeat when he doesn't respond.
"Sorry, Scully. I didn't hear you come in," he blurts distractedly. Ok. So maybe he isn't still thinking about it, after all. So, why am I? It was nothing. Nothing? Nothing…something…nothing…s
"Is that our new case that you're looking at?" I ask, sliding onto the desk in front of him. He makes to look up at me, but his gaze lingers a bit longer than normal…especially at my thighs and chest. He must have noticed that I noticed because he blushes and turns hurriedly away. I want to tell him it's okay, but is it?
"I'm actually not looking at a case right now."
"Oh yeah? What are you looking at then?"
"I still get brochures to some of the local community colleges every once in a great while, and this one caught my eye." I give him a quizzical, teasing look, so he continues. "It's an art class."
"An art class, Mulder? Since when do you do art?" He looks insulted, but I'm not sure why.
"Exactly. You are always accusing me of having no life and working too much." Looking back down at the brochure, he mumbles, "Maybe this is exactly what I need."
"Huh," I grunt thoughtfully. "Maybe it is." I push off his desk and begin to skim through a yellow folder that has been tossed haphazardly on a chair by the door. "Is this our case?"
He nods without even looking at me. Then, "Hey, Scully? Would you be interested in taking this class with me?" My eyes dart to the brochure and then to him. He might as well have suggested I sing again.
"Oh, God, Mulder…I couldn't do art if my life depended on it."
"But that's the beauty!" he grins. "Your life doesn't depend on it."
"Mulder…no."
"Come on, Scully. It'll be fun."
"Fun? Fun? Fun is something you have when you don't suck at what you are doing."
"Who says?" he counters. I strain to answer, but shrug my retreat in the end. "Besides, the only reason you are so bad at the artsy stuff is because you are insanely intelligent. I mean, seriously, it's abnormal. You are literally a walking encyclopedia." He bites his lip. "You'd be doing me a favor."
"Well," I consider, "if I'm doing it as a favor to you, then…fine." I laugh as he grabs me in an excited hug, but when his eyes catch mine at just the right moment, time stands still. It only does so for a couple seconds, but enough to send us awkwardly back to our stations. Now, it is time to get to work.