From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2012 12:34:54 -0500 (CDT)
Subject: Shapes (BTC) by Becki Hodgson
Source: direct

Reply To: beforethegoodbye@hotmail.co.uk

Title: Shapes (BTC)
Author: Becki
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Missing scene from Shapes, written for Bad
Touch challenge.
Spoilers: Shapes, but general character background 
spoilers
Disclaimer: Sadly Mulder and Scully don't belong to me but they do
belong to 1013 and Fox. I just use them for creative outlet!


"Why do you always feel the need to shout at me?"

Scully turned to look at Mulder confused, she was cold 
after standing outside for the funeral for the last few 
hours and the car wasn't sending out as much heat as she 
hoped. 

"Excuse me?"

"When you're trying to prove me wrong, your voice gets 
louder and the pitch gets higher."

Scully was trying hard not to get offended by his comment 
but she couldn't help it. The statement made her out to 
sound like a shrill housewife who was ordering her 
husband around. Daniel had mentioned it back in medical 
school whenever they argued but she never thought it 
would spread into the professional world or when she was 
attempting to put her opinions across. 

"It doesn't." She felt like she was seven, getting told 
off by her mother for shouting at Charlie for drawing all 
over her books. She could even feel her pout starting and 
her mothers voice that people in jobs don't pout when 
they're told something they don't like or something 
doesn't go there way. "It was just starting to rain and I 
figured you wouldn't be able to hear me. In my opinion it 
was productive at the time for me to raise my voice."

Although Mulder's eyes were focused on the road a head of 
them, she could tell that he didn't believe anything that 
came out of her mouth. Her way of getting her voice heard 
came from her childhood, attempting to get the attention 
of her mum or dad over the noise of three other children. 
Having the highest and loudest voice typically had its 
advantages at that age.

"You're wearing eyeliner as well." She wanted to correct 
that to was, it had been a long day and her eyes had 
started watering as the ash from the smoke got into them. 
Although her second thought was why had Mulder picked up 
on this, and compliments weren't something that he handed 
out on a regular basis if ever. If it was meant to be 
taken as a compliment or just a statement.

Scully stared at him for a few moments and then put the 
sudden observations down to his degree. He took in a 
persons habits and personality and analysed them into 
what he desired them to be. Shaking her head at him, she 
turned her attention to the side window, watching as farm 
lands went past them on the way back to their 
accommodation.

She must have fallen asleep some where along the line and 
woke when she felt the seat belt moving against her as it 
became loose. Taking a few seconds for her mind to clear 
up, she looked at Mulder and had the sudden urge to slap 
him in the attempt to get that stupid grin off his face.

"I'm taking a shower and then going to bed. We can go 
over developments at breakfast tomorrow."

Just as she was about to get out of the car, she turned 
to face Mulder again when his hand settled on her arm. 
His eyes were staring straight at her, darting all over 
her face and features. His brown eyes seemly turning 
darker.

"What is it Mulder?"

He seemed to hesitate before he finally spoke, his eyes 
paling slightly before he shook his head. "You just 
looked good today that's all."

Scully could feel her cheeks blush bright red, muttering 
a small thank you before she ducked out of the car, 
scrambling to get her things before she had time to 
process or accept his statement. Scully didn't even look 
back as she closed the hotel door behind her, all she 
could hear was her breathing until she heard the door 
next door open and close. 

Why was she reacting like a teenager? How had seven words 
sent her into a spiral? 

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