TITLE: Weekend Break (1/1)
AUTHOR: Angharad
E-MAIL ADDRESS: rainydays@softhome.net
DISTRIBUTION: No Archive. Story will be on my website
at http://uk.geocities.com/little_corner_2000/
CATEGORY: Vignette, Mulder and Scully POV
KEYWORDS: MS friendship/UST
RATING: G
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters from the X
Files; they are the property of Chris Carter and 1013
Productions.
SUMMARY: Not on a case for a change, Mulder decides to
surprise Scully at her apartment one Saturday evening.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to Kate for editing my story!
Love ya! I wonder if people have realised that the
same person has edited several of my stories yet? *g*


After spending several minutes pacing the living room
floor out of boredom, having surfed all the available
channels finding the basketball game cancelled, I
decide to surprise Scully by turning up at her
apartment. On a Saturday. With no case file notes as
an excuse for being there. I smile to myself at the
irony of it.

I glance down at what I'm wearing; a pair of jeans and
an old t-shirt. That'll do, I think, before heading
out of the apartment to run some errands.

I'm surprised when I hear a knock at the door so I put
the rag and polish down on the bookcase.

It can only be Mulder, I think, but what is he doing
here on a Saturday night? When we haven't got an out
of town case for a change? I would have thought he
would be watching the basketball game. He's probably
bored, I think with a smile as I head to the door.

I open it to reveal a grinning Mulder holding some
rentals in one hand, a large box of pizza and a bottle
of wine in the other. I take a moment to take it all
in before asking him, "What are you doing here?"
"Surprise," he answers. I let him in with an amused
expression on my face. Mulder places all the objects
he was carrying on the coffee table and sits down on
the sofa.
"Did I disturb you?" he asks.
"No. I was just doing some cleaning," I admit.

I watch Scully as she seems to contemplate what she's
doing next before she grabs a couple of wine glasses
from the kitchen and sits next to me on the sofa. She
takes the wine bottle and looks surprised. "My
favourite wine."
"What? You don't think I know what your favourite wine
is after all these years?" I ask her teasingly.
"Well if you can't remember my birthday..." she trails
off with a smile on her face before pouring us both a
fair amount of wine into the crystal glasses. We chink
the glasses in cheers and she drinks a large mouthful.
I watch her with a surprised expression on my face. 
"Careful there Scully, we don't want you getting
drunk."
"I haven't had a drink all day. Besides, I can drink a
whole bottle of wine without getting drunk."
"Must be the Irish blood in you," I grin.

I smile back at that and lean forward to open up the
box of pizza. 
"What have we got here?" I look at him, surprised,
when the pizza is revealed and the mouth watering
aroma wafts by under my nose. "My favourite pizza as
well?" I arch my eyebrow with humour. "What are you
hiding from me?" I ask, suspicious, but with a touch
of humour in 
my voice.
"I can't surprise my best friend?" he asks innocently.
I don't reply but turn my attention back to the pizza
with the melting cheese. I'm hungrier than I thought.

I watch Scully tear into the pizza, though I won't
tell her that I was thinking that, I think with a
grin. I continue to watch her for a few seconds before
reaching for a slice of pizza. She's wearing a pair of
faded jeans and a white baggy t-shirt. She looks
younger in 
those clothes, her freckles obvious without her
make-up on. A completely different person to the Agent
Dana Scully I've come to know so well. I tear my gaze
away to take a bite of the pizza I still hold in my
hands.

We sit in a comfortable silence until there is no sign
of the pizza having been present in the pizza box. It
is only then that I turn my attention to the rentals
Mulder brought with him. "Return of the Zombies
Mulder?" I question with an arched eyebrow. He has a
smile on his face and waits for me to look through the
other two videos, leaning against the sofa with his
arms folded behind his head. I look at the others to
find one that I haven't seen but have always wanted
to. I don't have time to go to the cinema these days,
I think wryly. 
"You sure you want to watch this with me Mulder?" I
ask him. He just grins, his hazel eyes shifting
colour, humour reflected in them.

I put the video on and settle back against the sofa,
finding that Mulder has stretched his arm out along
its length. I settle in the crook of his shoulder,
leaning my head against his outstretched arm and he
gently rests his warm arm on my shoulder.

I feel content but not worried because we are just
enjoying this time together as best friends, my
partner of four years.

I smile at her head resting on my arm; I couldn't have
planned this evening better.

When the film has finished, the room has become darker
with the lights of the city outside creating a mixture
of light and shadows in the living room through the
windows.

The sky suddenly becomes lighter, changing to a light
brown from dull black. I get up quickly to the window
in excitement, having realised that it's snowing.
Mulder joins me, standing quietly by my side.

Together we watch the white flakes of snow, on its
slow journey from the thick clouds to the ground
below.

The End