Shaven
by Donna

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Rating - PG-13
Category - MSR
Spoilers - IWTB
Keywords - MSR
Summary - What was she thinking?
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infringement intended.


Shaven


She was already annoyed, no, pissed, about being out here.  
Seeing Mulder so energized by this case was, oh hell, it was 
scaring her.  She had brought him into this, had convinced 
him to look into this case.  It was her fault.  Mulder had 
been . . . content in that little office in their home.  Okay, 
maybe less than content but resigned.  Shit, that wasn't 
enough for Mulder and she knew it.  Hadn't that been at 
least part of why she had allowed Drummy to get to her.  
Yes, but an agent was missing.  That's what she needed to 
focus on.

She hadn't been able to help the twinge she had felt when 
Agent Whitney had turned from her to speak to Mulder in 
the FBI war room.  Mulder was the one they wanted, the one 
they had searched out.  It was completely understandable.

But this . . . the woman had reached up to touch his face.  
Scully could tell it was involuntary; she had wanted to touch 
the smoothness of his cheek.  She hadn't been able to 
resist even with Scully standing here beside him.  Okay, 
Whitney didn't necessarily know they were a couple.  It 
wasn't branded on their foreheads and they didn't wear 
rings.

She had managed to keep her face bland, she thought, 
hoped.  Hell, the woman hadn't been looking at her anyway.  
Others had dismissed her as a full partner to this man in the 
past.  She'd barely accepted it then, now, now she was 
more than a full partner.  He was hers in every way and 
this . . . woman might need to be informed of that fact soon.

Did Mulder realize how casually he had brushed the 
woman's hand aside when she reached for him?  He wasn't 
interested in her, Scully could see that.  He barely 
acknowledged her as an agent at that point, much less a 
woman.  There was no reason to worry.  Still, they had 
gotten dressed and rushed to her side in this frigid night 
when she had called.

There was no need for jealousy.  She knew that without a 
doubt, but it still bothered her.  There had been no 
competition for his attention for such a long time.  Was that 
what was bothering her now?  Was she that petty?

This was a case, with all the overtones of an X-File.  That's 
why he had been requested.  She was only here because 
Mulder had asked for her help.  The FBI didn't need or want 
her.  Mulder thought he did.  He'd only taken the first 
meeting with them because she had agreed to go with him.  

They were together, together as they had never been when 
they had been working together, assigned as partners, 
growing to be friends and more.  The home they had 
created for themselves was different than the one she had 
dreamed of as a child, but it suited them, or it had.

Why did she feel such dread?