You're Satan - Requested by admiralty - August 3rd, 2019
Season 5 - Costume

"Do you know who I am?" she slurred, twirling around as if the horns, pitchfork, and red latex didn't give it away upon first glance.

"You're Satan," he replied, laughing when she made a dinging sound to signal he'd answered correctly. Of all the costumes in the world, he couldn't understand why this is what she decided to go with. Not that she didn't look good, oh no, the red latex made her cleavage look fantastic and made her ass look just as tempting – but it seemed like a far cry from last year's modest 'I'm an FBI Agent' costume she'd worn. In other words, she'd actually made an effort this time around.

"I only decided to go out earlier, an' this was all they had left," she explained as she took Mulder's hand and walked alongside him on the sidewalk. Well that explained that, but it didn't explain-

"What made you go out? I didn't take you as the type to party," he asked. To say he'd been shocked when he got a drunken call from Dana Scully, asking him to pick her up from a bar, would be an understatement.

She hummed in acknowledgement and continued to do so as she twirled her plastic pitchfork around. "I haven't really done anythin' for Halloween in a long time," she explained. "Did you know it's my second favorite holiday?"

"I didn't," he responded, letting go of her hand and, instead, interlocking his elbow with hers to help her from stumbling. "Christmas is your first, right?"

She smiled, seemingly pleased that he was right, and nodded. "Mhm! An old friend reached out and invited me to her Halloween bar crawl and I figured why not? Last year I was so sick, I didn't even put out candy for Trick or Treaters," she admitted with so much intensity he felt like he was on the other side of a confessional booth.

He felt her head nuzzle into his shoulder, her left horn prodding him gently. "I didn't know apartments did Trick or Treating," he admitted, looking down at her only for a moment before averting his gaze. Too much Scully-cleavage on display for him to trust his ability to resist looking.

"They don't usually, but I know there are a few kids in my building and I wanna give them somethin'," she explained. It was in times like these he realized it was impossible to ever really know the extent of Scully's selflessness.

Not noticing his smile, she continued, "I just didn't really realize how much I love Halloween 'till last year. Now I wanna try and celebrate more, but I don't think drinking with strangers is really my thing," She started fighting a out of hiccups after this as he digested her words.

She didn't realize how much she loved Halloween until she thought she'd never see another one. She loved holidays and she loved tradition; it was one of the first things he'd learned about her. The thought of her laying in bed, tending to a bloody nose while the rest of the world was in the midst of festivities, made him wish he could go back in time and bring over some cheesy horror movies and just do something to help her rather than watch her suffer from afar.

He couldn't go back, but he could help her from here on out.

"There's still time to celebrate, Scully. What do you say we pick up some discount horror movies from Blockbuster and pig out on candy?" he asked, opening the car door for her.

"Really?" she asked, turning towards him with a beaming smile, the type of smile that he'd go from hell and back to see.

"Of course," he smiled.

She seemed pleased with this and accepted his hand as he helped ease her into the car. "Oh, and Scully?" he prompted as she turned to buckle her seat belt. She turned to look at him and he felt his breath catch in his throat at how beautiful she looked in the light of the streetlamp beaming in through the window of the car – the reflection on her hair giving the appearance of a halo on her head. "If you want to dress up next year, I have plenty of suggestions for you. Requests if you will," he joked, reveling in the way the simple sentence deepened the blush on her cheeks.