Title: Act of denial 1/1
Author: Tanja
E-mail : voet@tanja-myrna.demon.nl
Rating. PG-13, Depending how you look at it. Only the slightest reference to
something.
Keywords : MSR, Humor
Summary: Mulder and Scully, playing their act of denial

Disclaimer : They're not mine. I'm just playing with them, until CC decides
to do something logical for them.

Author's notes: Sorry, just a silly short story. It doesn't make any sense,
but hey, would life be fun, when it always makes sense?

Dedication: For all my friends. Joey, thank you for beta-reading :-)

Act of denial (1/1)

Special Agent Dana Scully was typing frustrated on her keyboard in the mean
time working on her little act called denial. <I'm not in love with him. I'm
not in love with him. He's my partner, we're best friends. We like spending
time together we spend every moment of the day together, but I'm not in love
with him. The bureau would fire us if they found out. What am I saying?
There's nothing to find out about. There's nothing going on between us. I
like him he likes me but we're not in love. I repeat I'm not in love with
....>

"Hi Scully." Her act of denial was brutally interrupted, when the subject
himself walked into the basement. Her partner, Fox Mulder.

She looked up from her computer, a flushed look on her face, she said "Hi
Mulder."


"Are you alright Scully?" He wanted to know.

"Yes, why? - "

"I don't know. You look kind of flushed. Did something happen?" He grinned,
he was only teasing and he just knew she would react. <Besides, she always
looks so cute when she's ..... Woah stop it right there!> He told himself.
<You're not supposed to think she's cute, she's your partner for christ
sake, your best friend. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less. Don't start
telling yourself it could be more than that, coz it couldn't. It can't and
you wouldn't even want it.> Mulder was just as good in the act of denial as
his petite little partner. <Or do you?> A little voice kept nagging in his
mind. <Shut up.> He told the little voice in his head.

"No, nothing happened." She had returned staring at her screen, although she
had no idea what she was typing. When he returned his attention to his own
computer, she sighed in relief and stared at her screen blankly. So much for
getting more work done now. She didn't know what it was, but lately her
partner had been kind of .... ehm distracting. Distracting in the meaning
that every time he walked in she suddenly lost her ability to speak and
could only stare at him in awe.

And she was having those dreams. Not that they were that bad, after all it
could have been uglier men doing this to her in her dreams, but for God's
sake, her own partner? Trying to get rid of these thoughts, she tried to
concentrate on her report again. She was sure that this would pass and
whatever was going on, it had nothing to do with the fact that she could
have fallen for her own partner. After all, she was not in love with him,
was she? <Oh, just shut up.> She told the nagging voice in her head.

When he thought she wasn't looking, Mulder was secretly looking at his
partner. As always he thought she looked beautiful, her red hair brushed
behind her ear, her blue eyes concentrated on the file she was working on.
Every now and than she sat back for a moment, thinking. pinching the bridge
of her nose. He grinned, when she tried to stifle a yawn and failed.
<Okay, that's it.> He told himself. <Stop staring at Scully, she's your
partner, not the object of your affection. You're not in love with her,
she's not your girlfriend, she's your partner. So stop staring and get to
work.> Sighing, he returned back to his report.


THAT NIGHT

Scully was at home, sitting on her couch, watching television. Trying to
forget about Mulder. The phone rang, she stretched her arm and picked it up.

"Scully."

"Hi honey it's me." Came the voice of her mother on the other side of the
line.

"Hi mom." Scully answered, settling herself down on the couch, knowing that
this phone call was going to take more than one minute. "Is everything
alright?"

"Yes, don't worry. I'm alright. I just felt like calling you. So how are you
doing?"

"Fine, busy. We just finished another case."

"How is Fox doing?" Her mother asked, a little too sweetly.

Uh oh. Scully knew what that tone in her mother's voice meant. Her mother
was going to give her one of those oh honey - I know he's your partner - but
the two of you're perfect for each other - lectures. She sighed "Mom ...."

"Dana, I was just asking how he was doing!" Her mother answered.

"Mulder is doing fine, mom."

"Has he been on any dates recently?"

"Mom!"

"What?" Her mother asked innocently.

"How many times do I have to tell you that Mulder and I are just friends! I
do not keep track of his social life. I do not know if he's seeing somebody
or not, even if he was, I don't care. I'm not interested in him, at least
not as more than friends. We do not date, I'm not in love with him and no,
he's not going to be the future father of my children!"

For a moment it remained silent, than her mother laughed and said. "Dana,
all I asked was, how he was doing. But thanks for the explanation."

"Sure, mom." Dana sighed, rubbing her eyes, she tried to listen to what her
mother was telling her.

NEXT DAY

He hadn't slept much last night. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't
stop thinking about Scully. Making his way to the basement office, he
sighed. How long could this go on? How much longer would he be able to deny
the fact, that he had fallen head over heels in love with her? He had no
idea, all he knew was that he couldn't tell her, she would laugh at him and
pick up the phone to call Skinner to ask for a transfer.

Scully was already in the office, when her partner walked in. She was also
wondering how much longer she could keep going on like this. Slowly it was
starting to become unbearable. But she knew she could never admit her true
feelings for him, hell she hadn't even been able to admit them to herself
yet.

He threw his coat over a chair and a pile of case files on his desk. With a
sigh, he walked over to the coffee maker, to get himself a cup of coffee,
maybe a decent dose of caffeine into his system would help a little bit. He
held up the can to her "Coffee, Scully?"

She looked up for the first time that morning, shaking her head, she said
"No, thanks, I already have some." She showed him her already filled mug,
the one she had gotten from Mulder once, it said "Don't mess with me, I'm a
cop."

Sipping his coffee, he settled behind his desk and stared at her. It took a
few minutes, before she realized he was staring at her. Looking at him, she
frowned. "Mulder?"

"Yes?" He asked slowly.

"Why are you staring at me?" She tried to keep the shiver out of her voice,
when she asked the question. Her heart was doing a flip-flop and she
couldn't help but staring back.

"I'm not staring at you!" He said.

"Yes, you were. So, why were you doing it?"

"I ..." For once, Mulder was speechless. How was he supposed to answer that
one? I was staring at you, because I can't help it, you're just so
beautiful. Because I'm in love with you, because I'm dreaming of you every
night, because ... He could come up with a whole number of reasons, all
reasons he could never tell her. At that moment the phone rang. Thankful for
the interruption, Mulder quickly picked it up. It was Skinner, ordering them
to come to his office for a meeting.

"Skinner needs us upstairs." He told his partner, who was still staring at
him, waiting for an answer.

"Saved by the bell." She mumbled, getting up. Mulder sighed in relief, but
stood still in shock, when she walked by him, saying "but don't think this
conversation is over yet, you won't get rid of me that easily."

2 HOURS LATER

After the meeting with Skinner, they walked to the elevator, on their way
back to their basement office. Both were trying to stare everywhere, but at
each other, when fate helped them a little, the elevator suddenly stopped.
They looked at each other, two thoughts running through Scully's head "Oh my
god, what are we going to do now?" and "It might be a little difficult to
keep denying that I'm in love with him, when he's standing so close."

All Mulder was thinking was "Do not stare at her, do not stare at her. She's
your partner, you're not in love with her, not in love with her, do not
stare ...."

That was where both their thoughts stopped, because suddenly they were
standing very close, staring at each other. Still trying to tell themselves,
that they were not in love with the other, their lips started to move
closer ... And before their lips met, Scully muttered "Oh to hell with it ..."
And leaned into his kiss.

A few minutes later, although it might just as well have been hours to them,
the elevator started to move again. But they were too caught up in their
kiss to notice it, until the doors opened and they heard somebody say "Is
this what you meant with being just friends, honey?" Two heads turned around
and stared in shock at the amused face of Maggie Scully.

The end

Okay, silly, silly, I know. I just felt like writing a silly story!

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