A/N: I love getting reviews, but my stories seem to loose people's attention after 3 or 4 chapters. Oh well, at least I enjoy it. Right? This is short, and I really wanted to do more with Charlie (including marrying him), but I'm tired and the chapter kind of came to an end on its own.

"Mulder, you're back already," Dana said with a smile. I totally have her pegged. She could hide her enthusiasm from Bill, and maybe from mom, but never from me. And by the look on his face, she can't hide if from Mulder either.

"Yeah, didn't take as long as I thought," he replied, taking his coat off and hanging it on the hook by the door. He walked over and sat down next to her and she turned towards him as if he was bringing her the most important news in the world. I had a feeling she listened like that even when he was reading off his grocery list.

"So, what's the scoop?" she asked. I busied myself with gathering up the cards and shuffling them, pretending not to hear the conversation.

"She didn't tell me much more than we already knew, but she said in the next few weeks you might feel a pull again."

She nodded and closed her eyes. I have no idea what this revelation meant, but apparently she took it kind of hard.

"Just let me know if you feel anything, okay? You'll probably be fine though."

"Alright."

She glanced up at him and smiled.

"You have snow in your hair," she announced, reaching up to brush it off of him. "Is it coming down hard?"

"Not too bad, but it's picking up."

"Should we head out?"

"No, we'll be fine."

"Are you sure? I don't want us to get stuck on the side of the road like we did last year."

"We won't. I promise."

The look that they gave each other was so sappy I almost gagged on it. Dana doesn't look at people like that. But at least it was a guy who is worthy of her affections.

"Okay Danes, you owe me," Bill said, coming into the room with a board game tucked up under his arm.

"Owe you what?"

"A game of Scrabble. No medical jargon. Remember?"

"I'm still going to win."

"And I get Charlie on my team."

"That's not going to help you much."

"Hey!"

"Charlie, face it. Your contribution is normally to make words past tense. Adding 'ed' to the end of a word does not rack up that many points."

"A few is better than none, Dana."

She rolled her eyes as Bill set up the game.

"No Latin either, Danes."

"Why not?"

"Because it's not English," I retorted.

"It must be getting late; I can't even think of a response for that."

"This is going to be like fish in a barrel," Bill commented, rubbing his hands together. The rivalry between him and Dana went back as far as anyone can remember. It seemed that it was always Bill and Missy against me and Dana. To be quite honest, Dana and I were much better at pulling pranks than our older counterparts. One weekend, the two of us were forced to go with mom and dad to a family reunion while Bill and Missy stayed home for work. Right before leaving, Dana and I poured a huge amount of concentrated soap into the toilet tank. We weren't there to see their faces when said tank spewed bubbles all over the floor after a flush, but we couldn't look at each other without laughing for that whole weekend. Activity like that bonds siblings. And you can't really get out of it.

Despite being on Bill's team, I mostly just sat back and watched the two of them play. Bill could make long words with low value letters while Dana was the master of finding uses for 'x' and 'z'. Bill was losing by a lot and when all he could do was add an 'e' to the end of 'mate', claiming that it was one that was mated with, Dana declared game over.

"It's really coming down out there," Mom commented, glancing through the curtains. "About 2 inches or so already."

I didn't miss the look Dana gave Mulder.

"Two inches in 45 minutes, Mulder? We'd better get out of here before you start with your Donner Party jokes."

"Why don't you two just stay here tonight?" Mom asked, in what I thought was a very obvious move. It's not a secret that she wants Dana and Mulder to be together.

"Mom, this house is full to the brim. We'll just drive slow."

"Not if you're driving," Mulder muttered. She sent a quick slap to his stomach, but I had to agree with the man. Dana channels Mario Andretti when she's behind the wheel.

"If the house is already full, what's two more? We can juggle people around and you two can share your room. I know you keep overnight bags in your trunk anyway, and you're all out of excuses."

Dana sighed and looked at Mulder. He held up his hands in surrender.

"Okay, you two have got me cornered, and I don't know who to argue with here."

She sighed again. She probably sighs a lot.

"Do you have any objections to staying here?"

"Well... if we're sharing a room, then yes I have objections. You snore."

"I. DO. NOT," she exclaimed, shocked.

"Yes, you do."

"Mulder, no I don't! Why would you even say something like that?"

"For the look on your face when I said it."

Finally, Dana has met her match.

She gave him the most terrifying look I have ever seen from her, but he didn't even flinch. The stare down lasted about 3 seconds, but that was all any of us needed. If her heart wasn't in love with this guy, her brain sure was.

"Okay mom, we'll stay. But Mulder is sleeping on a couch."

"You know I don't let anyone sleep on couches in this house, Dana Katherine."

"Fine," she said, turning to Mulder. "But I'm warning you right now, if you even let a finger come over to my side of the bed, you will receive a swift kick in a place you do not want it. Deal?"

"Deal."

They actually shook on it.

My big sister is in love. Why it isn't obvious to her, I'll never know.