A/N: Hey, this is the first chapter completely written by me (I assisted with the writing for the first chapter), so I just wanted to say hi, and point out that writing X-Files fanfiction was an awesome way to celebrate Mulder's birthday. Also, there have been a couple of adjustments with our plan for this story. We're now going way beyond a hundred chapters because we thought up a storyline that, quite frankly, was just too good to pass up. Also, eventually, like, a long way down the road, we're going to get a little bit angstier than we originally planned, but there's going to be a good stopping place right before that, so those of you that are reading purely for the fluff will have the option of stopping in a place that serves as a pretty good conclusion, if you don't want to deal with too much angst. Well, that's all I can think of for now. Happy reading!
Author: blondescully
Mulder and Scully Open Wedding Presents
March 30, 2009
"Another toaster oven?" Scully raised her eyebrows. They were sitting cross-legged on the living room floor unwrapping wedding presents.
"You can never have too many toaster ovens," Mulder replied
"I think four is too many," Scully said. "Why did everyone think we needed a toaster oven, anyway?" she asked. "It's not like we're twenty, moving into our first house. We both had toaster ovens."
"But now we have six," Mulder answered, sounding like Christmas had come early. He looked at her. "One for each room."
"Like we need a toaster oven in every room," Scully rolled her eyes.
"Hey, don't underestimate the feeling of having a warm piece of toast waiting for you when you wake up or the sensation of enjoying a bagel in the bath," Mulder told her.
"You want to put a toaster oven in the bathroom?" Scully asked. "You'll electrocute yourself."
"But I'll die happy," Mulder replied. "And with toast."
"We're selling them," Scully said with finality, ripping the paper off a large rectangular item.
"What is that?" Mulder asked, squinting to get a closer look. "It's hideous."
"It's a picture frame," Scully said, hugging it to her chest. "And it's from my great-aunt."
"That doesn't make it any less…" Mulder paused to run his eyes over it. "Gold."
"Give her a break," Scully said. "She's practically blind."
"We are not hanging that up," Mulder shook his head.
"We have to," Scully argued. "It was a gift."
"The toaster ovens were gifts," Mulder pointed out.
"That's not the same thing," Scully said. "You don't display toaster ovens."
"You would if you were a collector," Mulder answered.
Scully rolled her eyes, "You're not a collector. Do people actually collect toaster ovens?"
"Yes," Mulder replied. "And how do you know?"
"Because you only have one," Scully said.
Mulder smiled, "Well, now I have six."
"We're getting rid of the toaster ovens," Scully repeated. "And we're hanging the frame."
"Oh, we can hang it," Mulder said. "In the garage, or the shed, or the garbage can. How about there?"
"We're putting it in the living room where Aunt Ethel will see it," Scully decided.
"She's not even going to notice," Mulder protested.
"You don't know her," Scully replied. "She'll look for it."
"You just said she's practically blind," Mulder pointed out. "Get another picture frame and tell her you painted it."
"I can't do that," Scully shook her head. "She's my great-aunt."
"Well, this toaster oven was given to me by my very special…" Mulder checked the tag. "Uncle Herman. And you're getting rid of that."
"It's my Uncle Herman," Scully said. "And he won't care."
"Ethel won't even know," Mulder argued.
"Fox," Scully said. "We're giving away the toaster ovens."
"Then we're giving away the frame," Mulder replied. "It's a compromise."
Scully sighed. "Okay fine. You can keep one toaster oven, and you're not putting it in the bathroom."
"You can hang that frame in the upstairs hallway," Mulder agreed.
"Fine," Scully said, setting the frame aside. "Whose present do you have now?"
"Skinner's" Mulder answered, pulling off the first piece of tape.
"What is it," Scully asked, crawling over to look over his shoulder.
Mulder pulled the paper off a white shoe box and tipped the lid open. "Aw," he said, pulling the lid the rest of the way off to show Scully. "His and Hers flashlights."
"That's adorable," Scully replied, pulling the blue flashlight out of the box.
"That one's mine," Mulder said.
Scully raised her eyebrows, "How do you know?"
"This one's pink," Mulder tilted the box to show her.
She shrugged, "I like this one better."
Having said that, she stood up, tucked her picture frame under her arm, and started toward the kitchen.
"I better get another toaster oven for this," Mulder called after her.