"Arcadia"

Pinch me, I'm dreaming

I'm not even going to bother with the storyline here...it didn't matter.  I didn't even think the scenario of Mulder and Scully being married was allowed to become an X-File.  That is solid (and often-used) material for a good fanfic story but never in my wildest dreams...  And oh god, the flirting and the touching!  Never has 44 minutes passed more quickly in my life.  Let's begin...

So Mulder and Scully arrive together fitting the bill, as always, as the perfect couple, in a minivan, no less.  Why would AD Skinner (who you'll notice has now begun to assign them X-Files) choose them to go, especially when it doesn't appear to be an X-File at first?  Well because they're the only agents that could pull it off even if they weren't trying.  They look like a couple when they're fighting, in the middle of the night, at three in the morning, no matter what angle you come at it.  

And Mulder was loving every minute of it.  Rob and Laura Petrie (like the dish <g>) fit right in in this perfect little gated community.  Mulder took every opportunity he had to put his arm around Scully the way he's always wanted to, talking and teasing and flirting in that newly-wed sort of way that almost overdid it for Scully.  And Scully is having no problems "playing house".

Mulder: I work mostly at home which is great for Laura because she gets me all to herself.

Even as they get down to business and we experience QOTW number one (see below: you should have seen me trying to choose one...it was agony and I just had to pick a second) he still manages to add in a few remarks.  The most pointed?  Scully with the video camera filming their official surveilance tape to send to the FBI.  As she clicks the power off, Mulder slyly suggests...

Mulder: Do you wanna go make that honeymoon video now?

Quotes of the Week:

Mulder: Hey, ooh...wait a minute.  You didn't let me carry you over the threshold. Scully: You ready? Mulder: Let's get it on, honey. Scully: (tosses him a pair of latex gloves) Wynn: How was your first night?  Peaceful? Mulder: Oh, it was wonderful.  We just spooned up and fell asleep like little baby cats.  Isn't that right, honeybunch? Scully: Sure is, poopy-head.

Getting into it, Mulder demands that she get back into the kitchen and make her a sandwich (upon which he promptly got a prophylactic in the face).  

And Scully was no slouch either.  When they go together to meet with the bad guy about the basketball hoop, they are snuggled together on the couch.  Mulder's right arm encircles her shoulders, his left softly holding her arm.  Scully places her hands in his and looks at him with longing and love.  This woman is no actress -- this would be the easiest undercover assignment ever for her ever.  Here ya go: act like you've been wanting to act around the person you secretly (and not-so secretly love) in every way imagineable and pass it off as "official FBI business"!

At dinner, Mulder had every intention of hugging and/or kissing her goodbye as she decides to walk the dog with Cammie, if not for Scully's impromptu air-kiss, which was pretty funny in itself.  Bear in mind here that Scully is a rational, extremely cautious person with her feelings here so she's not going to go flinging her affections at the drop of the hat.  But can these two never be on the same wavelength?  

Mulder, on the other hand, had no problems changing in front of her, hopping into her bed and suggesting she join him even after remarks about his bathroom etiquette and facial mask scare.

Mulder: C'mon, Laura...(pats bed and wiggles his eyebrows)  We're married now.

Scully: Scully...goodnight.

Mulder: The thrill is gone.

Mulder's sure-fire way to figure out the cleanly culprit backfires with his use of a tacky pink flamingo ("Bring it on.") and a kicked-sideways mailbox.  Even after they dig up the lawn, Mulder is left with one wild theory and not a lot of evidence.  Enter Scully, ying to Mulder's yang.

Scully: Look, Mulder...huge creatures aside, do you care to hear what I think?

Mulder: Always.

Scully's theory turns out to be pretty likely, if not for the huge creature that came out of the lawn, and as Mulder continues to ponder late into the night we discover that Scully had been waiting up for him.  Woo hoo!  She wanders into the lawn in her housecoat and suggests that he come to bed.  Hmmm...come to whose bed?  BTW - it turns out the culprit was some sort of ubermenscer Tibetan thought-demon...yadda yadda yadda.

Cute looks, total acceptance and understanding, physical affection (even in private), no fighting, angst in the end, Mulder humour, naughty suggestions aplenty, flirting galore...I am living in the afterglow.  This tape is going to be extremely well-worn!

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