Quiz - Requested by frangipanidownunder - July 17th, 2019
Season 5 - "Is there anyone you've given up on?", "How many times did you have sex last year?", and an anon ask, "Why did your last relationship fail?"
Juicy Personality Quiz with UNEXPECTED Results! Ran in bold lettering across the top of the glossy page of Cosmo his sharpie was hovering over. Scully said he had a concussion from the perp they nabbed earlier in the day so he couldn't drive them back and he couldn't take a nap - two things that cured his jitteryness during long car rides. He'd been whining while perusing the magazine, and to get him to stop, Scully agreed to placate him by answering a quiz.
He was surprised and tried to choose a quiz that was as minimally graphic as possible. So far, it'd been going pretty well.
Have you ever cheated?
"No"
Have you ever been cheated on?
"Yes."
He'd grilled her about that one, indignant and angry that someone could be such an idiot to cheat on someone liker her. Apparently her high school boyfriend realized he was gay and it hadn't really been as much cheating as it was realizing they weren't meant for each other.
Do you hold grudges?
"Depends."
She hadn't been giving much commentary until this one.
"Is there anyone you've given up on?"
"Isn't Cosmo supposed to be all sex or something?" she asked, hands ten and two even though no one else was on the long stretch of highway.
"Do you want to take What your favorite sex position says about you?" he teased.
"No," she deadpanned, and even though he wasn't looking at her, he knew she was rolling her eyes with a smirk by her tone alone.
"Who's to say this isn't a sex question?" he replied.
"What? Like people I've given up on because they don't know how to please a woman?" she laughed.
"Maybe," he lilted.
"Then I've given up on quite a few people," she mused begrudgingly.
"Aww," he pouted sympathetically, his sharpie squeaking as he circled answer C for lovers.
Clearing his throat, he asked the next one. "Why did your last relationship fail?"
"Romantic?" she clarified.
"Probably."
"What are the options?" she asked, indulging him but not wanting to divulge too much of her personal info.
"A) Infidelity, B) Incompatibility, C) Lack of Passion, D) Other"
"Other," she replied.
He circled it, acutley aware that 'other' meant 'I started working with the X-Files and it consumed my life' but it wasn't an option.
"What do you value most? Respect, Money, Trust, or Power," he asked, hand already poised to answer.
"Power," she replied absently, switching lanes to pass a John Deer Tractor sticking too far out.
He stilted and looked at her, seeing no sign of dishonesty on her face. "Really?" he asked.
"No!" she replied, a wide smile cracking her face as she laughed. "Got you," she cooed.
"Yeah, yeah," he chuckled, circling 'Trust'.
"So-"
"Wait you didn't get my answer," she corrected.
"Oh, sorry. It's money right?" he joked.
"How did you know?" she smirked before lightly adding, "Trust."
He pretended to circle the answer like he hadn't already and it gave him time to really process the question he was about to ask and he felt a blanket of unease drape on his shoulders.
"Okay, last one. Are you ready?" he breathed, sitting up to prepare for the blow he was about to get.
"Hit me."
"Did you fuck Ed Jerse?"
That's not what the question really said, but it might as well have been and they both knew it. How many times did you have sex last year? He knew for a damn fact she was too busy for a boyfriend. The cancer scare a few months ago took most of her energy away. It only made sense. She didn't belong to him. Her body her choice. But he knew his answer to that question and he knew it was inexplicably connected to his unbridled affection for her.
"Yes," she answered, all traces of humor absent from her voice.
That's not what her answer was either. She'd just quietly replied once. If it had been a few, he would have assumed maybe she went out from time to time to releive stress. Part of him was hoping that she said none, so that maybe she was in the same boat as him. If he was really hopeful, maybe even for similar reasons. But instead she said once. Once when she was so mad at him and he'd been such a fucking asshole to her that she'd ran into the arms of someone who tried to kill her.
"So what are my results?" she asked as he slowly circled 0-1 on the sheet, breaking the awkward silence that had settled in the car.
He tallied her answers and turned the magazine upside down to read the results.
"You are loyal above all else."