Title: 7 Minutes (1/2) Author: Romy Rating: G Classification: VA Spoilers: None Keywords: Pendrell-angst, Mulder/Scully UST Summary: The FBI is riven by the two factions: those who believe, and those who don't believe... in Mulder and Scully's relationship. Told from Pendrell's point of view. Hey everyone, it's Alisha here. Boy will I be in big trouble when Romy reads this... anyway... she doesn't know I'm submitting this for her, which is why it's incomplete, as it were. I'll get her to write a sequel soon, but she'll be back any minute and if she finds me with this then I'm dog food. See ya (hopefully) Alisha xoxox Disclaimer: If I owned Mulder, I wouldn't be writing this, I'd be busy elsewhere. Everything else isn't mine. I stole everything. Feedback: ~~~~~~~ 7 Minutes By Romy ~~~~~~~ 09:35 Seven minutes. She'll be here in seven minutes. She called to say she was coming. He's coming too. Oh. They're early. "Thanks for this Agent Pendrell." Mulder says; big, smug grin on his 'handsome' features. He's only grinning because he knows he can touch her up anytime he wants and I have to sit here and watch while she gets all flustered. "I'm sorry I called at such short notice." Agent Scully says. "It's okay, you don't have to apologise." Did I say that? I'm pathetic. She sits down, her beautiful legs crossed below her short navy skirt and matching jacket. I've noticed her skirts getting shorter lately. I've noticed Mulder noticing too. I've seen him checking her out while he's supposed to be looking at me, listening to me. She's always attentive. Except when *he* touches her. Then she gazes at him and checks him out while he's listening to me. It's a never ending circle. "Did you find out what it was?" asked Mulder, leaning on the back of Dana's chair. I bet his fingers are touching her back. They are. I can tell. She's coughing and shuffling. Now she's leaning back onto his fingers. Oh God. Look away, look away! I grab the slimy substance in the small glass vial. Now I have to tell them what it is. All I can think about is Mulder touching *my* Dana in front of me. I manage to get it all out, then Mulder slowly slips his hands from the chair, up her back and practically swaggers over to my desk, on which he sits, resting his legs centimetres away from hers. She doesn't move or look, keeping her eyes on his face. He proposes some theory and she gives him a skeptical look. I bet she's thinking 'What an asshole. Fancy thinking *that*' I want to scream, look at *me* Scully! And she does. Her big blue eyes, burning through me. She smiles. I melt and smile back. "Thanks Pendrell." She stands and puts her hand on my arm. What? You're leaving? No! Stay here with me! He doesn't deserve you, he watches porn! "Anytime!" I manage as they leave, his hand on her back. Hey buddy! She can stand up straight without support you know! He whispers something to her and she smiles as they walk past the window. Oh God! 11:55 Lunchtime! How can I think about food after this mornings performance????? The office pool has been updated, apparently. Some guy in pathology thinks he saw Mulder feel Scully's ass the other day while she was performing an autopsy. Someone else saw them at a table in the cafeteria, Scully's hand underneath it out of view, and Mulder squirming. Apparently, that entitles her twenty dollars. Everyone else demands proof. I can see them now, at a table in the corner, heads bowed, talking quietly. People around are giving them suspicious looks. Paper and pencils are coming out, tabs are being made, notes are being passed, I feel sick. I sit down and a note gets passed to me. 'He has his hand on her knee. Anyone with clause "A" collect $5 at Atherton's office, 2pm.' I glance over. He doesn't, but their knees are touching. He looks at her and smiles. She smiles back, a cute, sexy smile, and he looks down, somewhat flustered. She begins to talk, her actions displaying slight urgency. He shakes his head so she covers his hand with her own. They look at each other. The whispers around me rise and they break apart, apparently aware of the tension surrounding them, then they rise and leave together, always standing so close. The chatter resumes and money is returned. For now. End Of Part One kleinjan@btinternet.com Part two will be soon, depending on the amount of feedback and whether I live through telling her she has to write a sequel. Uh-oh... she's coming back... akxoxox