A/N: Thank you all for your reviews, I feel like I should let you guys know how encouraging and sweet you have been.

This was another idea someone sent me, it might be kind of silly but I think it's a good silly and something that fits them. Basically it's set after they become an established couple, there's no specific spot.

X Files doesn't belong to me.

"Hey, Sculls!" Mulder's voice called from the living room. She was in the kitchen cleaning after dinner. They were both happy it was Friday night and they could go home and spend a weekend relaxing together. God knew their work was nowhere near low-maintenance.

"Don't call me that," Scully sing-songed. "What do you want?"

"What're all these video tapes? They've got 'Dana' and all these dates labeled on them."

She joined him in the living room. "Oh, those are just old home movies that my mom wanted me to take with me. I don't really know why. They're mostly me and my sister."

"Ooh, shall we pop one in and coo over baby-Scully?" he had a playful look in his eyes, and she wished he wasn't so damn cute. "C'mon, it'll be funny."

"It'll be embarrassing," she retorted, but he was already putting a tape in the VCR. It was labeled 'Dana-Dance Show-1970'. The screen flickered and the video started out with a close up of a little girl with freckles dusting her face and the same fiery red hair.

"Oh, God," she sighed. "My mom signed me up for this dance thing when I was six, this must be the recital." The little girls in the video did little girl versions of ballet moves in yellow leotards and pink tutus, each of them having their own little dance solo where they would jump or twirl or pirouette. When it came to seven year old Dana's turn, she twirled across the stage and did a little jump. Mulder sighed.

"You're adorable," he gave her a kiss on the cheek. She was peeking at the video through her fingers, her face bright red.

"Why'd you feel the need to bring these out?"

"There was a big box of them under the TV and I got curious."

"I don't have a porn stash like you, Mulder," she replied.

"Oh, you know I don't watch those much anymore," he teased. The little routine ended as the girls onscreen curtsied clumsily, a few of them grinning and beaming with that childlike pride. Dana was one of them and the clunky camera zoomed in on her smile once more as the video ended. "You were the cutest little kid ever," he concluded. "And you're still cute." she couldn't help blushing as he planted another kiss on her temple, then rifled through the box again.

"No more, Mulder," Scully whined.

"Just one more." he pleaded, pulling out one labeled 'Dana and Melissa-1971'. He hesistated for a moment, he didn't want her to have to feel the pain of the loss of her sister again, even though it was several years ago. "Uh," he began.

"Just play it, Mulder. It doesn't matter who else is in it, it's bound to be humiliating." he put the VHS in the player.

"Oh would you stop that? You are adorable, Scully," he reaffirmed. In this video, Melissa and Dana were babbling on about something in school, and their mother behind the camera was acting very impressed and asking questions, as if interviewing them. Dana was in overalls and Melissa in a yellow dress. After a few minutes they began to fight and shout about something-Mulder hadn't been really paying attention to what they were talking about.

"Well, I'm prettier than you!" little Melissa yelled. On-screen Dana looked shocked for a second, and even though their mother was reprimanding her, she threw a punch at Melissa anyway. Then their mom really started yelling and the video ended.

"God, why did she keep that?" Scully asked, her words muffled by her hands on her face. Mulder was cracking up.

"You throw a pretty good punch," he teased.

"My sister had a black eye for the next week, I'm not kidding you."

That just made Mulder laugh more. "Good job," he pulled her close and she snuggled into his embrace. "You think Melissa remembers that?" Scully simply chuckled into his chest.

"Why'd you wanna watch my old home videos anyway?"

"Oh please, you can't expect the love of my life's childhood to be sitting in front of me and for me to not want to take a look." she sighed and kissed his lips gently. "I do have to ask, though. Why did you punch your sister because she said she was prettier than you?"

"I was seven. And I was always kind of jealous of Melissa because all the boys liked her and she was the 'pretty' sister. Dumb stuff, I'm over it now. Obviously."

"I think you're beautiful."

"I think you're a cheeseball."

"I love you."

Every time he told her that, she turned into a puddle of blushes and smiles. "I love you, too, honey lamb." she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Can we make an agreement for you to never call me honey lamb again?"

"I was trying to be endearing," she pouted.

He laughed, getting off the couch. "I'm going to bed. Come with me?"

"Sure," she said, taking his hand. They kissed and walked hand-in-hand to their bedroom.

He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth as she waited for him. She heard him call, "Scully? Can I call you babycakes?"

"No."

"What about sugarpie?"

"But you can call me honey lamb?"

"That was a joke."

"Okay, sweet pea."

"I can still throw those punches!"

A/N: I don't know why I included the nickname bickering in the end it just kind of fit...I hope this was okay. I'll be wrapping this up soon (I'm thinking of stopping at 15 or 20 chapters) and I'm glad you all enjoyed it; or if you didn't enjoy it at least you read it. Please send in any more ideas!

-Lulamae