(And just a little pre-conversation before the fanfic)
Drew to Chesa- So you ready Chess ?
Chesa to Drew- Yup Yup, Drewberry.
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Chesa to Drew- Nah- why don't you start.
Drew to Chesa- Start.
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Drew to Chesa- Please- start, Chess.
Chesa to Drew- No. You start. Drew to Chesa- I told you to start god damnit. I'm the older one, and I tell you to shut your big mouth up, and start !!!!
Chesa to Drew- Nope. I'm not going to start.
Drew to Chesa- Oh- you are so immature.
Chesa to Drew- Shut up.
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Drew to Chesa- Of what ??????
Chesa to Drew- I’m a better writer than you are.
Drew to Chesa- whatever
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Drew to Chesa- Oh- yeah, sure, Chess.
Chesa to Drew- I guess I'll start. That is- if you're afraid, Drewberry-
Drew to Chesa- FINE ! I'll start you little stuck up, spoiled piece of-
Chesa to Drew- Thanks Drew !
Chesa to the readers- just for your personal reference- the "XxX" indicates a writer switch. Since Drew starts- She snatched up Scully's POV, and I got stuck with Mulder's POV. So don't blame me if Scully's POV is soooo off balance, and poor.
Drew to the readers- Yeah. And don't send mail to me, if you absolutely HATE Mulder's POV. Send all of the praise to me, at Anderson_Drew@hotmail.com. And if you absolutely hated the story and want to make fun of it- please feel free to send it to Baker_Chesa@hotmail.com.....*
Chesa to Drew- DREW !!!!
Drew to Chesa- Sorry, Chess. :-) Shall I start now ?
Chesa to Drew- Go right ahead....
Drew and Chesa- Hope you guys enjoy our fanfic !

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Something to Talk About
Story By: Chesa Baker & Drew Anderson
(Baker_Chesa@hotmail.com)
(Anderson_Drew@hotmail.com)
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He was late. He said twelve, and it's twelve-fifteen. That's it. I'm gonna kill him.
This is going to effect his sex life. I'm gonna make sure of that.
No more sex for Mulder. For a week.
I almost cracked up in laughter. Yeah, right, Dana. Like you can last that long without sex. Try one day. If that.
He still has to suffer for this. I hate when he's late. It pisses me off. It makes me feel like I'm a pushover. That I'm the last priority on his list.
Mulder better have a really good excuse.
My eyes trailed down to my watch- incidentally, the same watch that Mulder gave to me one week ago to celebrate our six month mark of intimate togetherness. Emotional togetherness. Spiritual togetherness. Physical- and fuck, do I mean physical, togetherness.
I ran my finger across the glass of the face of the watch, and let out a sigh.
Six months, Mulder. Six months, and he's only been late once. I don't know why it bothers me so much.
So what if he's late ? I guess I'm just- worried about him. In those six months- I've become- no, wait. Let me rephrase that. We've come more protective of each other.
Most of the time, I love it. It shows me that he loves me so much to worry about me all of the time.
But there are sometimes where I find it soooo god damn annoying. I just want to ring his neck.
I take one more glance at my watch- and look up. I see our navy blue Tahoe across the street, and him, running.
Yes. Notice how I said *OURS*
A month ago- I wanted a new car, Mulder wanted a new car, and coincidentally, we both wanted a sports utility. Mulder wanted a Ford Expedition, and I wanted a Tahoe.
Guess who one the argument.
He enters the restaurant, and quickly approaches me.
" I'm sorry I'm late- Pumpkin," he said apologetically as he bends down, and captures my lips.
I return the kiss, despite my anger.
Mulder gives me one more quick kiss before taking a seat across from me.
" So, why were you late?" I ask, curiously.
" I got held up at Skinner's office. Guess where he's sending us?"
I shut my eyes.
" Please don't tell me that we're going to that God damn- FBI conference that's in San Diego. I'll kiss you if you say that we have a case."
He smiled, and shook his head.
" Sorry, babe. He's getting back at us for missing that conference in Florida- that was about- seven months ago."
I sighed, and rolled my eyes.
" Y'know- I really hate conferences. Did you know that, Mulder ?"
He nodded.
" Yeah, I did. So do I."
I shook my head.
" So- when do we leave ?"
" Tomorrow morning."
I nodded.
"Great."
He smiled, and reached for my hand.
Our fingers laced, and locked, and he smiled at me.
"Oh, Pumpkin- we'll have fun."
I threw him a contesting glance, and shook my head.
"Why do you say that ?"
His smile grew brighter.
"Because it's San Diego- and I checked- we're supposed to be staying at the- Pacific Grove Holiday Inn. It's right by the ocean."
"Do we get to share a room ?"
He laughed.
"Yeah- right, Scully."
"Well- it was a thought."
"It was a nice thought."
"So- do we have separate rooms, or are we consorting with other FBI agents?"
Another flourished smile.
"Don't answer me. I already know what you're going to say. Damnit."
He lifted my hand, and kissed my middle finger knuckle. "I promise that you'll have fun."
"You guarantee it ?"
"Yep."
"And what do I get if I don't have fun ?"
"Hmmm- I'll have to think about that."
A grin spread across my face, as I returned his thoughts.

XxX

I love her. Not just any love that could be catergorized, and easily referenced. No- the way that I love her isn't possible to explain.
When ever I see her- my eyes hurt because of the beautiful sight that lays before me.
When I hold her, my arms ache to never let her go- because I fear that she might disappear out of my life, and I don't want to risk that.
When I kiss her, my lips burn with a mystery that resonates in my heart.
I love her. Her soul, heart, and body- fuck, that body- all belongs to me. As does mine.
And it's been six fantastic months. Six months ago was the revelation of my life.
I remember it, as I remember my 21st birthday.
On the flight back from an extremely sexually close case- that's when it happened.
It. The most incredible moment of my life.
Dana Katherine Scully told me that she loved me.
We were sitting next to each other, in the back of the flight. It was just the two of us. Scully was sitting by the window. As soon as I fell asleep- she began to cry, but I heard her. I remember moving over to the center seat to comfort her.
I asked inquired about what was wrong with her- she just cried in my arms.
I remember hating myself for loving every single minute that she cried in my arms.
It was all such an incredible feeling. Scully in my arms- I lost my guard, and began to plant small, articulated kisses on her head. It was supposed to be comfort.
But I remember my arrogant lips moving lower to her neck, and then her jaw, and her cheeks, and finally to her mouth.
The first kiss that we shared was fucking unbelievable. At that moment, I knew that the entire Consortium could go and fuck them selfs. Dana Scully was mine, and I wasn't going to let anybody- or anything take her away from me.
Of course, after the single most gratifying moment of my life, we discussed some doubts that we had- both of us cried again in fear, and excitement for what the new boundary we stepped over had in store for us, and you know what? Guess.....
Yep. Scully and I joined the mile high club.
But that's another issue to discuss later.
"Mulder-"
I was out of it. Staring at the window, thinking about my love.
"Mulder."
God- I'd really like to be on our couch right now.
"Mulder."
In her apartment- I can just see it. I'm wearing my navy blue sweatpants, and a white tank top. Scully's in her comfy, cotton, flannel pajama pants, and a small, fitting little white tank top to match my own.
"Mulder."
We're laying together, and both facing the T.V. My arms are around her waist, her hands are on top of mine, and we're watching-
"Mulder!"
I immediately turned to face her. Shit, she is beautiful.
"Sorry- I was just- caught up in the moment."
"Oh yeah? Who was in the moment?"
I grinned at her, and slipped my arm around her waist.
"I was. And some red-headed chick. We were watching T.V."
A smile spread across her face as she leaned into me.
"Some red-headed chick, huh? Should I be jealous?"
I kissed the top of her head.
"Well, Scully. She was extremely gorgeous. What do you think?"
She laughed out loud, and wrapped her arms around me.
"I love you," she confessed as she kissed me.
God, I love you too.

XxX

"I don't want to go."
"Scully-"
"No. Please. Let's just go back to the airport, and go home. Let's just go home."
"Pumpkin- we have to go. Skinner is going to be there himself. If we don't go- do you know how mad he'll be?"
"We can lie. Let's say that my mom died. I have to go back to D.C. immediately, and I need you because of your emotional support."
Mulder sighed.
"Why is it exactly you hate these functions ? It's a seminar, babe. We'll be there for five days. Five days, Scully. That's it."
"Five days, Mulder. Exactly my point."
He unlocked the door, but I locked the back up.
"Pumpkin-"
"Sweetheart," I added in as I looked up at him.
"Unlock the door."
I shook my head.
"No."
He gave me one final look, and then got out of the car.
Mulder took the keys with him.
"Mulder- no."
I locked the door, but he unlocked it. I reached over to lock it again, but he was too quick.
The door swung open, and Mulder bent down.
"Baby, get out of the car, or else I'll carry you out."
"You can't."
"Oh yeah ?" he asked pretentiously as he grabbed my waist, and hoisted me up around his shoulder.
"Mulder- put me down!" I exclaimed.
The people in the parking lot of the Holiday Inn were staring strangely at us.
"No," he said as he kicked the car door of the Pathfinder shut with his leg, and began to carry me towards the entrance of the hotel.
"Mulder, I'm warning you! Put me down now!" I yelled.
He ignored me and entered the hotel.
There was a huge flight of stairs, and an elevator. The lobby was gorgeous. Shit, and the FBI is paying for this ?
Mulder walked over to the front desk.
"Hi- we're here for the FBI conference."
I glanced over Mulder's other shoulder, and saw the female clerk smiling.
"Can she walk?"
Mulder looked up at me. "Oh- oh yeah. But she was a little- hesitant to get out of the car. I merely gave my partner a hand."
The desk clerk nodded.
"Name?"
"Oh- Fox Mulder, and Dana Scully."
She turned to her computer monitor, and began to search for our names.
"Mulder- you can put me down now."
"No."
"I won't run away."
"I don't trust you."
"You don't trust me?"
He sighed.
"I trust you with everything. But not on this issue."
I began to open my mouth to say something back to him, but the desk clerk shot in.
"Special Agent Fox Mulder, and Special Agent Dana Scully. Welcome to the Pacific Grove's Holiday- San Diego's leading hotel for entertainment, and relaxing. Your rooms are both on the seventh floor- and right across from each other. Rooms 7-11, and 7-13. On behalf of Pacific Grove, we all wish you an enjoyable stay."
"Thanks- Could you send a bellhop up with our things- I need to make sure that she doesn't go anywhere. They're in the back of the Black Nissan Pathfinder in the parking spot 1013."
"Of course, sir. They'll be up shortly."
"Thanks," Mulder said as he snatched our keys, and carried us towards the elevator.
"You can put me down now."
"Nope."
"What if somebody we knows sees you carrying me like this? They'll assume what's really going on between us, and that means that there's gonna be no more partnership, no more us, no more X-Files."
"Well- it will give them something to talk about," he said quietly.
"Fine. Don't put me down. See who's having sex tonight."
He laughed as he carried me down the hall.
"Oh- babe. You know that you can't resist me."
I snorted as Mulder approached one of the rooms.
"Which one is yours?"
"I'm not going to tell you."
"Shuddup. You don't even know yourself."
I rolled my eyes, as he stuck the card into the 7-13 room.
We were greeted by a female. Must be my room.
She looked up, and smiled. The smile faded quickly.
She must know Mulder, because Mulder was glancing at her.
"Fox Mulder," she said as she stood front he queen sized bed, and approached the both of us.
Was she an ex-girlfriend? Just a friend? Who was she?
"You're back, Diana. It's been a long time since I saw you last. How long has it been ?" Mulder asked as his eyes fixed on her.
I felt a twinge of jealousy shoot through me.
"Um- 91. Six years, Fox."
Fox? She calls him Fox? God- she is an ex-girlfriend, and he's still in love with her. God. I don't think that I could take that if that was the situation.
"Nice to see you again, Diana." Mulder gently grabbed my waist, and set me down in front of him.
His hands stayed at my waist.
"Diana- this is my partner, Dana Scully. Scully, this is my ex-partner, Diana Fowley."
We awkwardly shook hands, and Mulder spun me around.
"I'm going to go check on our bags. You promise not to run if I leave you here?"
I nodded, and he left. He didn't even kiss me good bye.
My head turned to Diana's.
"So you're Fox's partner."
I nodded.
"How long have you been working with him?"
"Since 92."
"Wow. That's quite a while. How'd you put up with him ?"
I faked a smile. You better have been JUST partners.
"I have no idea."
My eyes scanned the room. It was quite large. There were two Queen Sized beds, a T.V- and other amenities that most of the hotels that Mulder and I stay at do not have.
I plopped down on the bed, and saw Diana reach for her purse.
"I'm going to go meet my partner. It was nice meeting you again, Dana."
I nodded.
"You too, Diana," I said as she left.

XxX

Diana Fowley was back in the states. I couldn't believe it. Last time I ever heard from her- she was living in Germany. Now- I just cannot believe it.
I hate her.
I hate her for leaving me all those years ago.
I hate her because I loved her.
I hate her because I know that Scully's gonna hate me when I tell her that we were more than partners.
But I love her because she left.
Sounds odd?
Reason I love her for leaving is because I met Scully. The only justification in my life.
So if I could go back and prevented myself from hating her- I wouldn't have.
I loved her- notice how I said lovED, instead of love- but the way that I love Scully now- couldn't even compare to that love.
So why am I so upset about this?
Maybe it's the fact that I haven't seen her in like- forever, and I just don't want Scully to think that I still love her. Because I do NOT love Diana Fowley. I love Dana Scully. God- they're names kinda sound alike. Ewww.. God. Dana- Diana. SculLY- FowLEY.
As I dropped my bags off in my room, there was a man in there. He looked up from his laptop. "Hi- you must be the guy I'm sharing a room with. I'm Trent Roberts."
I shook his hand confidently.
"Fox Mulder."
"Good to meet you," he said as I threw my bags on my large bed- a bed that could be used for spectacular things with my precious- beautiful- intelligent- sexy- gorgeous girlfriend- the love of my life.
Shit, I have it bad.
" So- were you signed up to go by your AD ?"
I smiled, nodded, and turned to him.
"You too ?" I asked inquisitively.
"Yup. Both my partner and I."
Could he be Diana's partner? I had to ask.
"Are you Special Agent Fowley's partner?"
He shook his head.
"Nope. I have a real Asshole of a partner. I hate the bastard. I'm asking for a transfer. God- the guy's a jerk. Maybe you know him. His name is Tom Colton."
I laughed out loud as I stuffed my underwear in the top drawer of my dresser.
"Yep. I know him. He is a true asshole."
He sighed.
"I'm glad that you agree with me. I knew him before we were partnered up. My ex-girlfriend was really good friends with him now."
I nodded, and began to throw the rest of my clothes into my dresser.
"I helped him during a case that we were on a long time ago. He didn't like me- I mean, there was no reason for it. He was a total asshole towards me."
He nodded and sighed.
"I'm glad that I'm not the only one."
I smiled, and picked up Scully's bags.
" It was really nice meeting you, Trent. I have to give my partner her bags," I said as I took off.
"It's open," she calls to me right after I knock on the door, and call her name.
I can also hear a faint country song playing in the background.
I thought Scully hated country. She even told me when I suggested to have sex while listening to country.
I open the door, and gasp.
She's standing there in a towel wrapped around her body- and nothing else. Shit- she is so fucking sexy.
She smiles at me- that fucking incredible smile that melts me into a pile of mush- and an everlasting erection.
"Hi," she says in a husky- and cheery tone.
"Uh- Uh hi," I manage to say.
I clear my throat, and she begins to walk towards me.
Her hair is still damp from her shower. Her thighs are still damp.
God- DAMN, her thighs. That towel is awfully short.
I gulp.
"I was just in the shower. I need to get dressed. You going back into your room, or are you going to stare at me with your jaw hung open?"
" Um- Um- jaw hung open," I mumble as I sit on her bed.
She smiles, kisses my right eye, and walks towards her dresser.
I love to watch her get dressed. I do. There's some times where I get up an hour early, just so I can get ready before her, and watch her dress.

-I said, get down
turn around
go to town
boot scootin’ boogie-

Scully throws the towel off, and on the bed. I take it in my hands, and run my fingers up and down it.
"What are you listening to, Scully ?"
"I don’t know. But I like this song. It rocks, Mulder."
She slips on a pair of simple, cotton green panties, high cut- and a matching silk green bra. Scully stands back, and bites her lip at deciding what to wear.
I smile, as Scully walks over to me, and sits on my lap.
" What should I wear ?" she asks.
Somehow, I managed to say," match me." I'm wearing my khakis, and a navy blue polo shirt.
She gets off of me, and looks at my attire.
"Hmmmm- wouldn't people get- I don't know, suspicious ?"
I nod.
"I guess."
She shakes her head, and rummages through the drawers, picking out a pair of dark blue jeans that hug her sexy little waist, and brush away from her legs slightly- and a navy blue tank top with petite little spaghetti stings. Oh no, Scully. Not the tank tops.
A smile forms across her face as she squeezes into the tank top, and all I can focus on are those perfect breasts she has- that are delightfully revealing through the tank top.
If she lifts her arms, her stomach will show.
I want to devour her all up.
"How do I look ?" she asks sarcastically.
I smile, and get off the bed.
"Incredibly arousing."
"Ah- that's good."
I follow her into the bathroom where she grabs a chip-clip, and a brush. I wrap my arms around her waist, and settle my chin upon her shoulder.
"Want to brush my hair, Baby ?"
I nod as I remove one hand from her waist, and keep the other securely there.
My hand travels down the length of her short hair as I grip the brush.
She smiles, and stares at me in the mirror.
A smile forms across my face as I lean down, and kiss her neck.
"Hey- baby. They can see it," I said as I resumed brushing her hair.
"See what ?" she asks.
"Your tattoo," I reply. "My snake ?" Scully asks.
I shake my head, and lift her arm up. My lips descend upon the small little rose print. She sighs, and spins around.
"Oh, my rose." she says as she lifts up the sleeve of my shirt.
She gets irritated, and slips off my entire shirt.
Her hand runs down my bicep, and stops at the bottom of my own tattoo on my arm.
The same one that she has.
We got these tattoos when we were in Atlantic City three weeks ago. It was a vacation away from the FBI. Just us. It was fantastic. We spent over fifty percent of the time in our rooms. I smile to myself, and put her hair into the chip clip.
"Beautiful, babe."
We kiss hungrily. She moans into my mouth, as her hands start trailing across my bare back.
I make an mmmm sound as I slip my hands around her waist, and up her tank top. I open my eyes just a bit, and see that snake tattoo. Even though I don't admit this to her- or myself because of that asshole Ed Jerse, I like this one the best.
The rose and the snake balance out her personality- actually.
Who cares. I trail my hands up to the bra, and from the far reaches in my brain, I hear the hotel room door opening.

XxX

I pull immediately out of Mulder's embrace, and hop on the counter. You know. Just so it doesn't seem to be that suspicious.
Mulder and I are greeted by none other than Diana Fowley.
She throws us a fake smile, and rushes to her side of the room.
I hear her yell, "The FBI committee is changing the first meeting time to tomorrow. At 8AM. Too many can't make it out until tomorrow. They're giving us freedom."
Her head pops into the bathroom.
"I'm going out with my partner- her husband, and his partner to a Billiard House a couple blocks down. Care to join us, Dana and Fox ?"
I actually- kinda like her. Even though I'm supposed to be jealous because she had a *history* with Mulder, I think that she's decent.
Mulder's eyes transfix on mine, and I see a glimmer in his eyes.
"Yeah, we'd love to join you guys," escapes from my mouth. He smiles, and Diana claps her hands together.
"Fantastic!" Diana exclaims.

XxX

Irony is something that doesn't happen often. Not once in my lifetime has it occurred. Really. I'm serious.
But today- I struck the concept of irony big time.
Remember when Diana said that her partner's husband was coming along ? It just happened to be Trent Roberts. My roommate. But that's not all.
The most ironic twist that I couldn't even imagine to be possible is that Trent Roberts just happened to date Scully back at Quantico. For the entire training time, and through the first year of Scully's FBI days.
So I’m here at the pool hall, with Scully’s ex-boyfriend, and my ex-girlfriend.
Tell me that’s not ironic.

We request two long tables, and approach them. The crowd here isn’t large. In fact, there are about twenty tables in here, and only five of them are being occupied, not including us.
We all decide to split up. Of course Scully and I want to play each other, and Diana and Trent are going to face each other. Trent’s wife/Diana’s Partner doesn’t like to play pool, so she’s just going to watch between the two of us.
"I’m going to kick your ass, Scully," I declare as I reach for the chalk.
"We’ll see about that, Fox."
I throw her a disapproving glance, and she just gives me that innocent smile that I hate to love.
"I had a pool table when I was a teenager. I wouldn’t play me, Scully. Trust me, your going to get your ass kicked, and embarrassed."
" Oh- you’re so sure of yourself."
I nodded.
"Yes I am, babe."
"Care to make a bet on that ?"
I smirked at her.
" Of course."
" Okay. If you win- I will make seven of your sex fantasies come true- right here in San Diego."
" Oh yeah," I say as I grab her waist.
" I’m not finished. But if I win-"
" I get to make seven of your sex fantasies come true ?" I attempt to finish.
She grins, and shakes her head.
" Not quite. You have to go to my brother’s house, and tell him that we have incredible sex every single night, that you like to-" she glances around the pool hall, then drags my ear down to her mouth. " stick your hot little tongue in the most imaginable places on my body that I know of- and that you have to also tell him that I’m the best fuck that you have ever had in your life- and would love to make fucking me the only thing that you do."

XxX

I turn and face him. His face is sooooo red. My eyes inadvertently travel down to his crotch to see if-
Yep, he’s hard. See- now he’s not so full of himself.
" So- you want to make that bet ?"
He’s silent, just gazing at me.
" Mulder ?"
" Yeah. S’not like you can beat me anyway."
I shrug.
" Maybe not. But if I win, Billy’s going to beat YOU."
Mulder nods. His face is red.
Jeez.
" Ready, honey ?" I ask as I grab the pool stick, and chalk it up. He nods, and crouches over the cue ball.
" Want me to break ?"
" Go right ahead."
" I’m gonna win, Scully. I will."
" Fantastic, Mulder."
I turn my attention to a barmaid that’s passing us.
" Could I order two red dogs ?" I ask.
She smiles sweetly, and nods.
" Of course, hon. Anything to eat ?"
" Ummm- yeah. Do you have onion rings ?"
She nods, and disappears somewhere.
As I turn back to Mulder, I’ve noticed that he’s already taken his turn, and none of the balls went in.
I’m sorry babe, but I’m going to have to kick YOUR ass.
" None in, huh ?" I ask sarcastically as I study my angles.
" I’m still gonna win, sweetie," he says.
" We’re not playing nine ball ?"
Mulder shakes his head.
" Nah- I like playing eight ball better."
" What ever floats your boat, Fox."
I position myself above the cue ball, and gently slide the stick in front of the ball. The cue ball hits the solid, blue colored five ball, and slides into the corner pocket with out ease.
I grin at Mulder and he shakes his head.
" Lucky shot, babe."
I shrug, and turn my focus back to the table.
" I’m solids," I blurt out as I aim for the yellow one ball.
The cue ball gently taps the side, and it glides into the middle right pocket with great ease.
My head inadvertently travels to him.
" So are still going to kick my ass ?"
He grumbles, and shakes his head yes.
" Of course."
" Eight ball, front pocket," I declare as I hit the stick against the ball.
The ball travels towards the pocket, and falls into the hole. I hear Mulder groan.
I laugh, and face him.
" You kicked my ass."
I nodded.
" Indeed, Agent Foxy."
He groaned again.
" You kicked my ass," he repeated.
I nodded.
" What else did you expect ?"
He sighs, and moans.
" You’re brothers going to-"
" Dana ?" we both hear from behind us.
She spins around, and gasps.
" Billy !" I exclaim as I run to him, and in his arms.

XxX

No. She did not say Billy just now.
She didn’t. She couldn’t have.
I turn my head slightly, and close my eyes.
Fuck it all to hell.
" What are you doing in San Diego ?" he asks with genuine curiosity. He hasn’t seen me yet. He hasn’t seen me yet.
" I’m at an FBI conference. Is Tara with you ?"
" Yeah. She just had to slip away to the bathroom. I’m meeting a friend of Tara’s, and her boyfriend here. Who’s-" he said as there was a pause.
" Billy- you remember Mulder."
I’m afraid to turn around.
But I do.
" Hello," I said quietly.
He glares at me.
And it scares me.
" Hey," he said back roughly.
Scully smiles at me. That smile that I know to be telling me something.
" Billy, Mulder has something to tell you."
My eyes widen to Scully’s and she’s just smiling.
Damnit. Oh god, I’m dead. I hope that it was worth it, Scully. I’m going to be dead now, because of this bet.
Shit.
" So- you were going to tell me something ?"
" Um-" I look at Scully for one more silent plea.
" Well ?"
" Um-"
" Mulder’s kinda shy about this- but he really wants to know if you could show him that shot where you can make the ball fly over a ball, and hit another in the pocket."
Thank you Scully. God. She saved me.
" Sure. C’mere, Mulder. Let me show you," he said as he began walking to the long tables."
I sighed warily as I followed Bill.
I owe her, and she’s going to make sure that I pay for that.

XxX

I won’t admit it to Mulder, but I enjoyed myself in San Diego. The conference was actually- decent, I met a whole crop of new people, and I think that my brother, and Mulder just bonded.
I’d actually say that they did, because my brother invited Mulder and I to dinner our last day here.
And the thing was, he asked Mulder. Not me.
And I’m glad. Billy never got along with any of my boyfriends. He was such an ass about that.
Adding to the fact that he used to hate Mulder for some of the choices that I made.
" Scully ?"
I turned my head to Mulder and he’s grinning at me.
" Yes ?"
" I have to tell you something."
" What’s that ?"
" I um- I- uh-"
" Mulder- what are you trying to tell me ?"
" I- kinda signed us up for this conference. I lied. Skinner had nothing to do about it."
" You what ?"
" I signed us up."
" Why did you lie to me ?" I asked curiously.
He sighed.
" Remember the last conference we went on together ?"
" Yes."
" I directly signed us up for the next one right after we returned to Florida- because I loved being with you in the woods like that."
Is it possible to be pissed off- and in love with this man at the same time ?
I just shook my head, and sighed.
" You’re going to pay for that one, Spooky. And- you still haven’t gotten it for saving you from Billy."
" I know."
I just smiled, and leaned my head on his shoulder.
I felt him kiss the top of my head.
" Feel like going to the next FBI conference, Scully ?"
" Sure. Maybe it will give them something else to talk about."