Title: Fox Mulder: A Change
Author: RocketMan >lbontger@wmcstations.com<
Disclaimer: I don't own them and I don't plan on making
money. I'll give them back, but only when I feel like
it. Catagory: I'm not sure yet. I'll let you know when
I'm done with it. Okay, I think it's mainly an S, with
hints of H, and A. Not sure though. Author's Notes: I'm
making this up as I go along. Please excuse any spelling
errors or grammar problems. And the title is inspired
from Sheryl Crow's song, 'A Change Would Do You Good.' I
think eveyrone has caught that perplexing
line......Scully and Angel on the kitchen floor......
What is that supposed to mean? Summary: This takes place
after Peace. Mulder is being dense again.

Fox Mulder: A Change

Fox Mulder knew there was something different about her
today. When she came in with sunlight and sparks, he
definitely knew. There was some kind of, well, the only
way he could describe it would be, a glow. She
positively shined, radiating beauty and warmth and
contentment. What had happened? Who had she met? He
hoped she hadn't 'met' anyone. "Scully?" he asked, a
little hesitant to speak, should it bring her crashing
back down. But she glanced up with blue - oh they were
liquid fire - eyes and smiled a little at him. "Yeah?"
she asked. "Are you.....uh-" "I'm perfectly fine,
Mulder, and I mean that." "Oh." He narrowed his eyes
suspiciously. "Alright, who are you and what have you
done with Scully?" She only laughed - laughed! - and
stood up. "Really, Mulder." He watched her make her way
to the coffee pot and pour the brown heat into her mug,
her hands steady and sure. She glanced to him and raised
an eyebrow, especially when she saw where his eyes were
and he blushed and stopped peering so intently at her
short, tight skirt. When she had sat back down, he had
decided to find out more. "Scully, how come you're
so......so cheerful?" She smiled a full,
putting-up-with-Mulder smile and said, "Can I not be
cheerful?" He blinked and shook his head a little. "No,
I mean, yes you can be cheerful. I just want to know the
reason for it." "I just am." He frowned and realized she
was enjoying her little game. He looked at her, trying
to put on a wounded and indignant face, and loomed over
her desk. "What's so funny?" he said, flicking a finger
to her smile and cocking his head. "Um, well, you are."
His eyes shot up in surprise and he reeled back a bit.
"And why is that?" She hesitated. He dove in on that
chink and explored it. "Huh, Scully? Why am I suddenly
so funny? I'm not even trying to be." She looked up for
a moment and he had the distinct impression she was
praying. "Scully?" Her face turned a funny shade of pink
and he smiled at her, only to have her turn back to her
desk quickly. "Scully?" She glanced up and him and then
exploded out a breath. "Oh, all right. You're funny
because you looked cute, with that expression. Is that
what you wanted?" she said and turned away from him. He
was surprised to say the least. She had never said
anything before. Never. Why was she changing now? He
didn't particularly like change. It always seemed to
bring with it a huge loss. "Scully?" She sighed and
looked at him. He grinned and quickly pecked her cheek.
Her astonishment couldn't be contained in her eyes only.
Her whole face changed. "Thanks for the cheerfulness."
he said and sat back down behind his desk. "Mulder!" He
looked at her. Was she outraged? "Yeah?" "What-" "Oh,
nothing." he said. "Just a little change." As he said
this, he felt his heart skip up and he wondered what she
would think of his words. He wanted her to invite him
over to her side of the room and let him just take her-
"Mulder?" He looked back into her eyes, glad to see that
he hadn't extinguished the contentment, the joy.
"Mulder, what exactly is changing?" she said. He smiled
and he knew his eyes probably showed it all. But he was
confident, she had said 'I love you' once, when she had
been shot. Maybe she didn't remember it, and maybe it
was a side effect of shock, but it gave him hope. "I
think, Scully, that everything is changing." And he said
nothing more.

End.
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