Disclaimer: None of them are mine, and that is final.

Spoilers: Whatev.

A/N: It's "Salute to old Stories that Rachel forgot she ever wrote!" night. There will be more chapters of this, I promise. Posting them in a timely manner is a whole 'nother bag of peaches.

Julia, this can be for you.


"Hey Scully," Mulder said, tipping back in his desk chair and tossing his basketball up in the air. "You know what we haven't done in a long time?"

"Uh…taken a Saturday off?"

"Nope."

"Had a full night's sleep?"

"Nope."

"Gone more than a week without getting in trouble?"

"Nope."

"Cleaned this office?"

"Nope."

"Eaten a meal without interruption?"

"Nope."

"Been in town for more than three days straight?"

"You're so negative."

"I call it like I see it. So what is it that we have not done in a long time?"

"Movie Night."

She smiled and nodded.

"You're right. I think it's been over six months."

"You know…tonight is Friday. And I don't have any plans for tomorrow."

"Neither do I. And I am craving Movie Night food."

"Chinese, pizza, popcorn, ice-cream sundaes…and taking a movie break to go out for burgers at 2 a.m."

"You're making me hungry," she said, not shy about the fact that she could put away almost as much food as her partner.

"So it's a plan then?"

"My place at 7?"

"Sounds good."

"I'll get the food if you get the movies."

"I'll be there with bells on."


"Scully, did you make cookies?" Mulder asked as he came into her apartment later that night. She came out of her bedroom in sweat pants and a t-shirt, a cookie in her hand.

"Yeah, the second batch is in the oven. The Chinese food got here a few minutes ago and I thought we could wait a while to order the pizza."

"Sounds good."

"What movies did you get?"

"I ended up getting quite a few; I thought we could have a Movie Night tomorrow too."

"Sure. What do you want to watch tonight?"

"I don't care, as long as it's one comedy, one action or horror, one drama and one of our choice."

She peeked in the bag he presented to her.

"Man, you got some good ones. How am I supposed to pick?"

"I guess we'll just grab one out at random. Where's that food? I'm starving."

"Do you want to eat on plates or-"

"Scully, out of the carton. Duh."

She giggled and they went into the kitchen to get the food.

"Did you get kung-pao chicken?"

"Of course I did. It wouldn't be Movie Night without it."

"Chopsticks?"

"Yes. Who do you think I am?"


An hour later the Chinese food was gone and they were halfway through The Princess Bride. They both had their feet propped up on the coffee table and their heads tipped slightly towards each other.

"Mulder, how come we always watch this movie?"

"Because it's the very first Movie Night movie we ever watched. It's tradition."

"I've seen it so many times I start laughing at the jokes before they even happen."

"Me too. Do you think we're bored of it?"

"I'm not a witch, I'm your wife! But after what you just said, I'm not even sure I want to be that anymore!" she joked, quoting her favorite line from the movie.

"Does anybody want a peanut?"

"Mulder, you can't quote lines that have already happened."

"You warthog faced buffoon."

"That's better."

He smiled and reached over for her hand. Her eyebrows went up and she glanced in his direction, but he pretended not to notice.

"Scully," he started after a moment.

"Mulder," she said in the same tone.

"I've missed you."

"What do you mean? We see each other everyday."

"I know. But I mean outside of work. We used to spend more time together and we haven't been lately. I just miss you."

"Well, when you put it that way, I miss you too."

He smiled and turned back to the movie.

"Mulder? You're not going to elaborate on that?"

"No, that was all I wanted to say."

"Okay," she agreed, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled, satisfied that his declaration had produced a positive reaction. He had been waiting for just the right time to give away that little bit of how he felt, and this was as good a time as any. He looked down at her, noting the way their hands were clasped together in her lap. She had laced her fingers with his, and he smiled, thinking that he had never held her hand like that before.

"Scully?" he said again.

"Yeah?"

She looked up at him, her eyes round with curiosity. He was quiet for a long minute, trying to get the words out.

"Never mind," he said finally, turning back to the TV.

"Mulder, what?" she asked, sitting up and pulling back from him.

"Nothin'. It's not important."

"Yes it is. It's important enough to interrupt the movie."

He just smiled.

"Mulder, you drive me nuts!" she exclaimed, taking her hand from his and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Sorry, I just…"

"What?" she prodded, touching his arm softly. He reached over and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"It's nothing Scully. Watch the movie."

She was quiet for a moment, her eyes searching his face.

"Alright," she said finally, resuming her previous position and snaking her arm around his waist. "if you don't think you can tell me, your best friend, who listens to everything you say…"

"Scully, stop it."

"Fine, but don't ever say-"

He put a finger to her lips and shushed her.

"Enough."

She grinned and nodded her head.

"Okay."

"Should we order the pizza? It should be here by the time we start the next movie."

"Yeah. What kind do you want?"

"Pepperoni and sausage with olives."

"No bacon this time?"

"Not in the mood."

She nodded and sat up to grab the phone. He tugged her back and took the phone from her hands.

"You got the Chinese, I'll get the pizza."

"Ask Jake if he can bring us ice-cream too."

"What kind?"

"Tell him to surprise me."

He nodded and dialed the number of their favorite pizza place.

"Hey Jake it's Mulder."

"Hey Mulder. What's up?"

"Could we get the usual and a pint of ice-cream."

"Sure. What kind of ice-cream?"

"She says to surprise her."

"Okay. Are you at your place or Dana's?"

"We're at her place."

"Movie night?"

"You got it."

"I'll throw in an order of breadsticks too. It'll be about 45 minutes or an hour. I got a new delivery guy and he actually obeys the speed limit."

"That's fine, we'll be up for a while."

"Okay, talk to you later."

He hung up the phone and tossed it over to the other end of the couch. Scully gave him a look of disapproval and handed the phone back to him.

"Try that again."

He sighed and reached over her, replacing the phone in its base. She giggled until he righted himself.

"Mulder?"

"Yeah?"

"We shouldn't go so long without a movie night again."

"I second the motion and move to pass it into law."

"Oh yeah? How often do you suggest we do this?"

"Once every couple of weeks maybe."

"Alright. Can we shake on it?"

He laughed and took her hand in his.

"Should we spit shake, or do you trust me?"

"I think a regular shake is good for now."

"For now, she says, as if some mind altering cyborg is about to invade my brain and cause me to forget the things that are important in my life."

"Kiss me, Mulder."

"What?"

She giggled.

"That sure shut you up."

"Was that the point?"

"Basically, yes."

"You are a cruel, cruel woman."

She smiled and kissed him very softly and very quickly before turning back to the TV screen.

"We're missing the movie."

He nodded and refocused. She had just kissed him. And acted like it was an everyday activity. It had been a totally platonic kiss, but it still rendered him spacey.

"Mulder?"

"Yeah?"

"I totally win."

He just rolled his eyes.

"Watch the movie, Dana."

She looked up at him with an arched eyebrow and he smiled. Her first name?

"Gotcha."

She sighed. She was sure she was going to win that one.

They were quiet for a long time, until Westley was rescued from the Pit of Despair and given the magic pill to bring him back to life.

"Mulder?"

"Hmm?"

"We should buy stock in those little pills."

"Think so?"

"Yeah. I mean, everyone is going to need them someday. And they're coated in chocolate. You can't go wrong."

"Maybe we could even suggest different flavors. Like coffee or vanilla or strawberry."

"Yeah. Jalapeño would really get someone up and moving."

"Scully, you're silly."

"Only once in a while, Mulder. Otherwise I would overload and that my friend is not something that we like to call pretty."

"How many cookies did you have?"

"A few."

"Scully."

"Like… seven."

"Scully."

"Plus two."

"Seriously?"

"I was hungry! And I kept smelling the Chinese food and I wanted to eat it but I can't start eating without you so I had to have some cookies to tide me over."

"Nine?"

"You took your sweet time getting here and I didn't eat lunch. This is your fault."

"It's always my fault."

"Yes, and the sooner you accept that, the less shocked you'll be when I start blaming you for things you didn't even do."

"Scully, can you go back to kissing me? I liked that better."

She glared at him then rested her head on his shoulder.

"You've got to earn it."

"Crap. If it took me 7 years the first time…"

"No one could ever accuse you of not being persistent."

"Yeah. At least I have that going for me."

She chuckled and patted his chest.

"Watch the movie, Mulder."


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