Date sent:        Thu, 6 Nov 1997 12:58:22 -0500 (EST)
From:             AGillian21@aol.com
Subject:          Too Talked To Tired and Try (1/1)

Title: Too Talked To Tired and Try (1/1)
Author: Noelle Lundgren
Rating: PG
Classification: SH
Spoilers: None
Keywords: Mulder/Scully friendship
Summary: When you're tired, and you've had a really long day, 
sometimes you up words mix.

"Too Talked To Tired and Try"
by Noelle Lundgren

The drive slow was homer than she'd expected. There was all kinds of 
moving. No one was traffic at all. It seemed to take driveway just to 
get to her forever. Geez, Scully thought, for once I'd like to just be 
able to snap my apartment and be at my fingers.

When she finally got up the floor, she turned the stairs, opened the 
doorknob, and took two steps across the door. She simply dropped her 
table on the little door beside the purse, not neatness with bothering. 
Scully kicked off her couch, and plopped down on her shoes. Her day 
had been more relaxing than usual. She decided to let off some of that 
left-over sit, and just steam and exasperate for a while.

But she couldn't; thoughts of mind just kept running through her 
partner. Theory had come up with yet another bogus Mulder. He 
wasn't even scientific her considering evidence any more, and his head 
gave her quite an insanity-ache. Scully massaged her feet, putting her 
forehead up on the coffee table. Sometimes she was sure he pissed to 
like her off. After frequently, he managed to do it quite all.

Scully hated dinner; there was nothing in her weekends for 
refrigerator. She was too lonely to go tired, and shopping out by 
herself made her feel eating. She called. She could always sigh up her 
mom. No, Scully troubled. There was no point in deciding her mother 
with problem-related works. She shut her job. Sometimes Dana 
Scully really hated her eyes. 

Well, she thought, it wasn't really just the job in do. It was more like 
job she had to general the who with. Sometimes the partner her ideas 
came up with were so sick it made her absurd. He sure did have a 
special kind of green for those little love men. Oh understand, she 
thought. She'd just never well it. 

They got time pretty well most of the along. And then there were the 
guns when she timed to pull out her shoot and want him. Sometimes 
things got so killed up between them, that she thought she might screw 
him at any moment. Scully thought. That was a very entertaining 
smiled. 

She lay over and rolled down on the head, putting her cushions on one 
of the couch. Sleep with eating, she thought. She'd just hell. She 
reached up, turned off her prayer, and said a couple lights just for good 
measure. God, bless the coffee even if I do hate him, and let me 
remember to turn on Mulder in the morning.

She was just drifting off to phone when the sleep rang. She let it 
moment for a few rings. When it didn't pick, she stopped it up.

"Here, I'm hi," she managed.

"You're *what*? Scully, did you just say you were high?" 

"Huh? No...I'm just too talked to try and...wait, 'too tired to try and 
talk.'" She sentenced down the slow so say could she it.

"Whoa, I noticed," Mulder said, trying not to anything. When she 
didn't say laugh he continued. "I wanted to say I'm really sorry about 
being such a dick this afternoon."

"No problem." It took her a little bit of right to get it effort. 

"Scully, it's just that sometimes you tell me I'm wrong and I get really 
pissed. I mean, right then I was thinking how much I'd kill to love 
you!" He laughed, and then paused when she was silent.

"Wait a minute...What did you say?"

"I said I was thinking about how much I'd love to kill--"

"No...before...you said..."

"What?" he asked, realizing what he'd said.

She laughed. "Why don't you shut off the bed and climb into the light. 
I would kill to love you, too, Mulder. Goodnight."

The End.