From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2012 14:30:38 -0500 (CDT)
Subject: Magic by Little Grey Girl
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Reply To: dreamscatcher@wildmail.com

Title: Magic
Author: Little Grey Girl
Rating: PG-13 
Classification: MSR
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd be rich. 
As they're not, I have to work for a living.
Spoilers: None but set s1-7
Summary: Office-based fluff

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She's a scientist so of course she doesn't believe it at first. 
There's no such thing as magic, she'll tell Mulder, with that 
sceptical tone of voice and the raised eyebrow that he's come 
to know so well. Everything happens for a reason, a scientific 
reason. You just need to look at the evidence, study the facts. 
Form a hypothesis and gather enough data to either support or 
refute it. Saying something is magic is just an escape clause, 
an easy answer when you can't, or won't, explain why something 
happened the way it did.

So it's only natural that she'll reject Mulder's claims at 
first, when he presents her with his supposedly magical find 
at 4.30 on a Friday afternoon.

"Hey Scully! Check this out!" he crows excitedly, breaking 
the quiet of their office and the tedium of expense reports.

She looks up expectedly, anticipating another game of 'how 
many pencils will fit in one ceiling tile' or maybe the 
classic 'let's dig up some really obscure paranormal 
phenomenon in the back of beyond so we can skip out of work 
early and spend all weekend investigating'. To Scully's 
surprise however, Mulder is waving neither a box of pencils 
nor a familiar red and white striped file at her, but rather 
her very own set of keys.

"Yes Mulder. They're my keys" she tells him patiently. "You 
borrowed them earlier to get the reports from the back of 
my car."

"Ah but what you don't know Scully is that these are magic keys."

"Magic keys Mulder?" she queries with her customary eyebrow 
raise. 

"Yep. With these keys I can conjure up whole new worlds. 
Magical landscapes full of wonder and delight where all your 
dreams can come true."

He's grinning at her so enthusiastically that she really 
doesn't have the heart to resist. It's almost quitting time 
anyway and they've had a long week. She's ready for some fun.

Gathering up her bag and coat, Scully drops a quick kiss on the 
top of Mulder's head before snatching back her keys and heading 
for the door.

"Come on then Mulder. I guess we're staying at my place 
tonight. Now move than ass magic boy."

***

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