From: AltarGirl2 Date sent: Thu, 2 Apr 1998 18:28:50 EST Subject: Story: Daisy Title: Daisy Author: Chase Buckingham Category: UST/R Rating: G Spoilers: None Keywords: Mulder/Scully Romance Summary: Scully's pissed, Mulder cheers her up... the usual Archive: Sure! Wherever, just tell me and keep my name on it : ) Feedback: PLEASE, OH, PLEASE?!?!??!! AltarGirl2@aol.com Disclaimer: Cettes personnes ne sont pas MES personnes. Ils sont les possessions de Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. Dedication: C'est pour le petit Raven. Daisy by Chase Buckingham Scully plopped herself heavily on the couch, sighing and frustrated. What a day! She'd done nothing but convince a jailed man that there was not such a thing as little grey men in Bermuda shorts, or at least not here on Earth, and Mulder that this man wasn't an abductee but simply a delusional psycho. She was really beginning to loathe the X-Files, and if she heard one more bullshit story she was going to drive her car into the Potomac. She was debating whether to have Mulder in the car with her when the phone rang. "Scully," she answered half-heartedly. "Hey- mind if I come over? I'd like to review a potential case with you." She sighed, exasperated. "And it can't wait? Come on, Mulder!" "Yeah, it could wait, but why procrastinate?" "Fine. Come over. But don't expect dinner or anything." "Okay, thanks Scull- see ya!" His tone was *way* too chipper... and what was the deal with the shortened version of her name? She began unwillingly to tidy up, the whole time poring over the various ways one could end ones life if one had the means. "Shit!" She clutched her elbow, having banged it against the fridge door. She sqeezed her watering eyes tight, waiting for the pain to subside. Mulder entered without knocking, as usual, and smiled sweetly upon seeing the pissed off look on her face. He extended a hand which held a delicate white flower. "I'm sorry, Scully. I picked you a daisy." Scully burst out laughing as she took the flower. "Thanks, I guess, but what posessed you to do that?" He shrugged. "I don't know... it's so simple, so gentle and harmless and beautiful... I don't know, but for some reason it reminded me of you." Despite this sentiment, she smiled and accepted the flower, tucking it behind her ear. "How geeky do I look?" She asked as he laughed heartily. "Very geeky. But cute, nevertheless." She smiled and did a gay little curtsy before pouring two mugs of coffee in an overly prissy manner. Mulder was laughin harder than he had in ages- she was being so silly, which would have been the *last* thing he'd have expected of Scully. His laughter subsided, however, when he saw her lean on the counter and smile at him. A real smile. A sincere smile. He stood there, forgetting himself, and stared straight at her for a moment. She cocked her head to one side and ran her eyes- more than once- over him. She suddenly realized what she was doing and feigned ignorance. "What, Mulder?" She asked, pretending confusion. "Oh... nothing. You?" "Nothing." She shook her head. The flower fell from her ear onto the counter, and they both looked at it for a moment. It had reminded him of her, and now it reminded her of love. It lay, unobtrusive and peaceful, on the counter throughout that evening. It is now pressed carefully between the pages of her journal. Next to it, the words "What a night!" are scrawled in an elegant hand. end.