tiny dog concert

pairing: Mulder/Scully rating: G summary: Scully and Daggoo have a sleepover at Mulder’s house. Post-”Mulder and Scully Meet the Were-Monster.” ** Mulder’s sitting on his couch, half-watching an episode of The Twilight Zone while he scrolls through some old MUFON message boards, when there’s a gentle knock on his front door.

It’s almost nine o’clock at night, so it’s either some shadowy government assassins sent to finally silence him for good, or it’s Scully. And given that shadowy government assassins rarely knock, Mulder smiles, closing his laptop and setting it on the coffee table.

His smile falters when he opens the door and sees that Scully didn’t come alone, the scruffy little dog she took from the animal shelter on their most recent case standing at her feet.

“Why did you bring that thing?” he says by way of greeting.

“That thing?” Scully repeats, incredulous. “He’s not a thing, Mulder. He’s a dog, and his name is Daggoo.”

“Okay, so why did you bring Daggoo?” He still can’t believe Scully stole a dog, paid out-of-pocket to get him a doggy-ticket on the plane back to D.C., and is now letting the creature live with her. She probably even lets it sleep in bed with her, the lucky little son-of-a-bitch.

“He needs space to run,” Scully says. “My house isn’t very dog-friendly.”

“Well, he’s not staying here,” Mulder scoffs.

“Why the hell not?”

“I’m not a dog person, Scully. You know that.” He shakes his head and leans his hip against the doorframe.

“Need I remind you whose name is on the deed to this house, Mulder,” she says, but the corners of her mouth are turned up in a playful smile.

title: slowly, surely pairing: mulder/scully rating: explicit chapters: 3/3 summary: Mulder and Scully are forced to attend a team building seminar to make up for the one they skipped out on in “Detour.” notes: takes place after "Millennium"

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At least, as the morning wears on, Scully seems to get back to somewhat of her normal self. She rolls her eyes subtly at Mulder as their tablemates jump to what are obviously the wrong conclusions during the murder case exercise, and then she treats the whole table to a lecture on the deadly outcomes of hypothermia during the desert island thing.

And then, during lunch, which they all have to eat in the hallway while Linda reorganizes the conference room, Scully reaches over and steals a couple of chips out of his lunch box, and Mulder feels like some of the weight has been lifted off his chest. Sure, last night was a mess, but they’re still them, and Mulder’s sure that when they finally get a chance to get away from these other agents after lunch, he and Scully will be able to work everything out.