Title: "The Way We Became"
Author: Heather Horn
Rating: PG
Category: MSR
Summary: Mulder's already confessed his love to Scully, but tonight she must do the same to him.
Author Notes: This is my first attempt at a slightly comedic fanfic. It's really not all that funny; I just took a line from "The Brady Bunch" and warped it with their emotions. I was debating weather or not to make this a completely sentimental story or not, because it had to ability to be that way. I hope I made the right choice by adding my (dry) sense of humour!
Feedback: I'd love to hear what you think! I really appreciate suggestions on how I can improve! E-mail me at actingislife@chickmail.com if you have time. Thanks!
Archive: Yes, please!!! Just tell me where you're putting it and keep my name attached.
Disclaimer: The X-Files is copyright of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and The Fox Network. I am making no money off this. No copyright infringement is intended.
"Ugly, ugly, ugly!" I cried, throwing the brush across the room as I plopped ever so ungracefully on to the couch. When the brush hit the wall, it made a nice smacking sound, I noticed.
"Marcia. Marcia. Marcia." Mulder said slowly as he entered my apartment without so much as a knock. Not that I cared.
"Mulder! You scared the hell out of me!" I scolded as I jumped up from my place on the sofa.
"Sorry, G-Woman." He said non-chalantly as he retrieved the brush. "Scully, I've never known you to be so self-concise."
At that very moment I must have turned a thousand different shades of red.
"Cat got your tongue, eh? Do you have a date, Scully?"
"Um, no, actually, I was just getting ready for work."
"Ah, she's a working girl now!"
"Mulder!" I cried.
Didn't he get it? Didn't he see that I was trying my best to make myself look presentable for him? Even though I hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep the night before, I spilled coffee on my favourite blouse, and was having the worst hair day in the history of bad hair days, I was still trying to look nice for him! I did it all for him! How was I to get through to him?
I opened two bottles of iced tea and handed one to Mulder.
"Actually, Scully," Mulder began. "It's Sunday. Federal holiday."
I let out an aggravated yelp and sat back down. Mulder sat down next to me and I felt a chill run down my spine.
"Are you okay?" He asked. Before I could answer back with my trademark "I'm fine", he continued. "You know you're the prettiest girl in the bureau."
I raised my eyebrows.
"To me you are."
Well, that just about made melt. I wasn't sure how to react. Should I accept surrender and express what I've been holding in for six years? Or was he only trying to make me feel better. If he loved me, wouldn't he have told me by now? Maybe he's gay. No, he watches too many porno movies and makes out with too many chickadees.
Then it struck me.
He has told me he loves me.
And I only snubbed him.
Still, I couldn't tell him. I wasn't as strong as he. So I continued to talk, weather it was for better or for worse.
"Mulder, how can that be if the only guy who's done me in the past six years is Frohike?"
Mulder spit out his iced tea and began coughing uncontrollably.
"What?" He managed to choke out between his gasps for air.
"Just kidding." I smiled. "I had you big time."
"You had nothing."
"There was a definite moment of - " A definite moment of what? Panic? Jealousy? Heartbreak? "Hey, Mulder? I love you."
I couldn't believe I had said it! I was shocked, happy, and afraid all at once. How's it going to be now? He's said, I've said it, what are we suppose to say? How would he reply?
"Oh, brother." He whispered coyly.
"Bill, Bill, Bill." I muttered under my breath. Mulder and I were now nose-to-nose, staring helplessly into each other's longing pupils. Then Mulder pull away, and taken back, I sat up straighter. What had I done wrong? In the hallway, I had a reason to wince; a fatal bee had injected me with lethal poison! But what had I done to him?
"Scully, you really can't do that." He told me.
"What?"
"Say another guy's name when someone's about to kiss you."
And then he did. Our lips like to magnets; they uncontrollably found each other on their own. My eyes stapled shut; I let my lips do the walking, as my fingers were busy thrashing through his beautiful brown locks of hair.
As I looked up at his innocent, I felt tears running down my face as I sobbed, "Mulder, Mulder, Mulder."
And as for the Cigarette-Smoking Man, way down in Tunisia with his friends, he did not yet know of these events. For he had an ordeal of his own as he opened the tiny red and white box only to find it empty and screamed,
"Morleys, Morleys, Morleys!"
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"The Way We Became" was written by Heather Horn on April 18, 1999
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