A/N: Doodlie doodlie Doodlie DONE!

Thanksgiving

"Mom! How could you do that to me?" Scully asked, exasperated. Her mom just smiled. "This isn't funny mom. I can't spend Thanksgiving with him."

"You most certainly can and you most certainly will."

"But I'm not ready to be around him again."

"You've been saying that for months. Get over it already."

"Mom you make my life so difficult."

"It will be fine, Dana. You two can get over this stupid fight and be friends again. Besides, Charlie has wanted to meet him for a while. Now, get that scowl off your face. He should be here any minute."

Scully sighed. She had wanted to see Mulder and talk about things for a while. She just wished her mom wouldn't meddle in her life so much. She also hated when her mom was right.

There was a knock on the front door and she sighed again.

"Dana," Maggie warned. "Be nice."

"I won't have a problem being nice, mom."

"Good. Now go let him in, it's freezing outside."

Scully nodded and headed for the front door, then stopped short. Charlie had opened the door already, and was introducing himself. She giggled and watched the two men. The two men she cared most about in the world. Mulder caught her eye and she walked over with a smile.

"Hey Mulder."

"Hey. Happy Thanksgiving."

"You mean Happy Contrived Holiday that probably never happened the way they say it did." she corrected, referring to one of their long standing jokes.

"Exactly," he replied, smiling.

"Well, I guess you two have already met, so I'm going to go back into the kitchen, also known as hell, and get in mom's way some more."

"What, did she make you peel the potatoes again?" Charlie asked.

"Yes, except she lost her vegetable peeler so I had to use a knife. Check this out," she answered, showing him her cut up palm. "I'm not so good with a knife."

"Well, if you would have just pictured it as a body…" Mulder remarked, a twinkle in his eye.

"Ew!" Scully exclaimed, laughing. "I'm not going to be able to eat potatoes now. Thanks."

He smiled and their eyes met for a moment. They didn't even notice Charlie leaving the room.

"We should talk," she said finally.

"Now?"

"Dinner won't be ready for another hour and mom can spare me." She took his hand and led him into the den. She closed the door behind them, then turned to face him.

"I'm sorry, Mulder. I didn't mean those things. I was just hurt and mad and I took it too far. I still want to be your partner and I'll always want to be your friend. And I've missed you so much; I don't know how I'm still sane."

He chuckled and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm sorry too. I didn't understand how much my relationship with Diana bothered you. But she and I are not going to be working together on anything anymore."

"What happened?"

"You were right. I can't trust her. I just wished I would have listened to you earlier."

"It's okay. It's over and done. Can we be partners again?"

"Of course. The office needs to be cleaned."

She laughed and buried her face in his chest.

"Mulder, you are priceless."

"Thank you. I've missed you a lot too. Do you know how many times I have heard a word like oblong and waited for you to start cracking up?"

"Probably as many times as I've inadvertently seen a plumber shot and looked around to see if you saw it too."

"Oh Scully, I'm glad we're friends again because no one in the world understands either one of us like we do."

"Mulder, that was the worst sentence I have ever heard, but I don't even care right now."

"That's good I guess."

"Now, let's pretend that this whole ugliness never happened."

"I can get behind that idea."

"Good. You have to sit next to me at dinner and help me steal rolls while mom says grace."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah. Charlie usually steals marshmallows off the top of the sweet potatoes, and I get the rolls."

"Why?"

"Because it drives mom nuts."

"You're horrible."

"Tradition is tradition."

"Well, I guess…"

"Good."

She took his hand and led him into the kitchen.

"Okay mom, you win, we're friends again."

"It's a Thanksgiving miracle. Do you want to put your friendship to the test and set the table?"

"Mom, I hate setting the table."

"I know but I asked you nicely and there's an extra piece of pie in it for both of you."

"Deal," Scully said immediately, taking the plates down from the cupboard and handing them to Mulder. He just lifted her eyebrows at her. "Come on Mulder, it's worth the pie, believe me."

"Okay."

She grabbed the basket of silverware and he followed her out to the dining room. They began to set the table in silence, both lost in their own thoughts.

"Hey Mulder?"

"Yeah?"

"You been on any good cases recently?"

"Not really. I've been helping out in some other departments, consulting with local police. A little different than normal, but not all bad."

"Good."

"Good? Why good?"

"Because this whole time I kept picturing you out in the field seeing all sorts of stuff and I was jealous."

"Scully, you hate that stuff."

"Maybe I just wanted to be there with you," she finally admitted after a long pause. He walked around the table and wrapped her in a hug.

"Maybe I wanted you to be there with me," he replied. She smiled.

"Well, at least we're on the same page."

"I told you two to be friends, not to paw each other," Maggie said as she came into the room. They immediately backed away from each other, Mulder trying not to laugh and Scully turning bright red- which only made Mulder want to laugh more.

"Mom, don't you have to go out and get a life or something?" Scully finally spit out, crossing her arms over her chest.

Maggie just smiled and left the room.

"As you were," she called back over her shoulder. Scully grinned a little and met Mulder's eyes.

"Sorry my mom's such a nut case."

"That's okay. I mean, she got me over here, didn't she?"

"That's true. I guess we owe her one."

"If we weren't the most stubborn people in the whole world..."

"I am not stubborn," she said.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"I am not. I am totally flexible."

"As long as everything is precisely how you want it."

"Well, that does make it easier."

"I think sometime in the near future, we need to sit down and talk about all of this for real."

"And make up some rules for fighting, like "Thou shalt not punch thy partner when he is trying to apologize.""

"Or "Thou shalt not be a jerk.""

"Or "Thou shalt not blow everything out of proportion, or keep everything inside.""

"And "Thou shalt not ditch thy partner under any circumstances, unless it endangers her life, in which case, thou shalt reconsider going in the first place.""

"Methinks we shalt go to counseling."

He grinned and hugged her close. It was good to have her back.