A/N: Have fun!

8. 07 Uhr EST-Time, Friday

Garden of the former peach plantation, Lincoln Landing

They walked side by side in silence through the dark garden, listening to a concert made by frogs and crickets coming from a close pond.

From time to time Scully shot a quick glance over to her partner, because he hadn't said a single word since they escaped her granny. She didn't like it when he was quiet and calm. That was no good sign and so she started feeling a little uncomfortable. "You want to go back to the house?"

But Mulder shook his head and picked up a stick from the ground for having something to play with his hands. "No, it's beautiful out here … and especially very quiet, if you know what I mean." A faint smile appeared on his face.

"You're talking about granny?"

Mulder nodded.

"I warned you!"

Mulder sighed. "Yeah, I know, but apparently I assessed the situation incorrectly. I thought I was talking to a pensioner, an old lady, Scully!" His dark eyes sparkled at her with amusement.

"Well, she is not the normal type of a pensioner."

"Oh, is that so?"

Scully grinned and tried to kill a mosquito trying to sting her on her upper arm. "Yes, it is. She is a pensioner whose surname is Scully."

"Oh, damn. How could I have forgotten about this small but important factor?"

The tenseness was gone and they had started bantering again. Approaching a huge white bank, that was built around one of those old peach tress, they both sat down and enjoyed the silence for a while. It was still sultry and warm outside and not even the slightest breeze was evident.

A bit unsure about what to do, Scully sat down beside Mulder. Should she tell Muler about her suspicion concerning her granny? By now, it was more than obvious, that her granny had somehow caught the vibes between her and her co-worker. Scully had tried to reign in her feelings, but it was hard – even harder if he smiled at her. Her granny must have noticed this affection.

"Scully?"

Scully looked to the side and watched her partner looking at the old peach tree and its branches above their heads. "Hm?"

Mulder cleared his throat. "I … you know, I do have a certain suspicion … concerning your granny. Well, maybe I'm a little freaked out, okay? But I think, your granny thinks, that you and me … I mean, that we … well, we would make a nice pair." Finally, he had said it.

Scully laughed and was more than relieved. He had actually said what she wanted to tell him. They really made a nice pair.

Mulder looked at her questioningly and started grinning as well, as he saw her happy face. Her red hair swirled around her head and her eyes were beaming. "What?"

"I was just thinking the same thing. So, I assume my granny started a match-making-attack on you?"

"Yeah, but not only on me, but on us."

"I thought so. You should have experienced her with Bill and Tara. Oh, I can still remember the first time Bill brought Tara here."

"You mean, it's getting worse?"

"Possibly, I don't know, I mean … maybe she just loses her interest and gives up."

Mulder shook his head and grinned at Dana. "Oh no, if I know one thing about old people, than it's the fact that they are the most stubborn persons on earth. And on top of that, it's your granny. There's nobody more stubborn than that in the whole damn universe!" He said and got a slight slap on his arm in reply.

"Nobody is allowed to talk about my granny like this!" She critized him.

"But you called her old and deaf. That's insulting, too!"

"Yeah, I know, but she's my granny! Remember?"

Mulder smiled and got up to reach for a tasty peach just above his head. The sweet smell of thousands of ripe peaches could hardly be ignored, for it was surrounding them constantly within this enchanted garden. "Do you want one?"

Scully nodded her head yes and closed her eyes for just a moment. She was really tired. It had been a long day, with a long drive from Washington D.C. to Georgia, they had had a wonderful but opulent dinner and she still felt the aftermath of an exhausting encounter with her granny.

"Hey Scully, you are not going to sleep, are you?" Mulder nudged her shoulder slightly, whereupon Dana opened her eyes again.

Right in front of Dana was a perfect, round and plumose peach and she carefully took it from Mulder's hand. "Thanks!" She said and took a large bite. The pulp was fruity and sweet and she chewed it with pleasure, while squinting at her partner who ate his peach with the same delight.

"So, what are we going to do?"

Scully looked up from her peach and over to Mulder. "What do you mean?"

"Well, on grounds of your granny and her match-making!"

Scully shrugged her shoulders. "Actually, I'd say you shouldn't ruin an old woman's only fun … but if you think you won't survive another of her attacks, I'll talk to her."

Mulder grinned and took another bite of his juicy peach. "Okay, I mean, actually there's nothing bad about it, now is it? It was just the idea that you … and me, well, you know, I mean … what would Skinner say?"

Scully cast an eye over him and smiled. "Would the idea really be that bad?"

Mulder nodded. "Oh yes! With a family like yours?" With a smirk on his face his vision trailed over to the lit up mainhouse. "Definitely!"

Scully stood up, punched him slightly and playfully and then they both started wandering back towards the house, while making plans to withstand Katherine Scully's match-making-attacks. It couldn't become that bad. After all they just had to be here for this one weekend. And frankly, they both seemed to like the idea of making a nice pair. Even if they would never admit that to each other.