Disclaimer:  Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, the X-Files, and associated
characters are property of David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson, Chris Carter,
Ten-Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting Corporation.  They are used
without permission but no copyright infringement is meant.  I just wanted 
to borrow the characters for a while.

"All Together Now" is property of The Beatles and the late John Lennon 
and SIR Paul McCartney.

I got the idea for this story from another fanfic I read... and, like 
"Slow News Day", Mulder and Scully had their own ideas!

Comments and other things are much apprieciated and can be sent to 
cshuy@netcom.com.  I like email, so please reply! I'll do what I can 
about responding to any replies.

Rating: PG-13 (for the ending...)
Category: MSR, V
Summary: Mulder gets flowers... and a surprise
Spoilers: none...
Note:  This story takes place *before* "In My Life" and the direct 
sequels. 


The Beatles Files: "All Together Now"
by Christina Shuy
cshuy@netcom.com

     Mulder awoke after a peaceful night sleep to find a flower on his 
coffee table.  It was a soft pink coloured rose.  There was a note with it.
   
  "One, two, three, four
   Can I have a little more?
   five, six, seven eight nine ten I love you."

     The print on the card was typical computer font... meaning he 
couldn't tell who had sent it.
     He walked into his bathroom to brush his teeth.  The garlicky taste 
from the Italian food he had eaten last night - with Scully! his mind 
prompted and he smiled inwardly - was bothering him.
     However, when he got to his bathroom, he found a bunch of flowers, 
white carnations this time, sitting in the sink.  There were about 
fifteen of them, bundled into three of five each.  A note was attached to 
each bundle.
   
  "A, B, C, D
   Can I bring my friend to tea?
   E, F, G H I J I love you."

     Said the first.
   
  "Sail the ship, Jump the tree
   Skip the rope, Look at me"

      Said the second.
   
  "All together now...."
      Mulder, check your bedroom...

      Said the third.
      Each was written in a slightly different font, but it was still 
computer printed.
      That last line got his curiousity piqued and he walked over to his 
bedroom.  The CD player was playing softly, set on one track.  The 
Beatles "All Together Now", which were also, he realised, the verses that 
were written on the strange notes with the flowers he was finding all 
over his apartment.
      But there was no one in the room.  Instead, a bundle of violets sat
on his pillow.  Curious, he walked over and picked them up, noticing yet
another note on them. 
   
  "Black, white, green, red
   Can I take my friend to bed?
   Pink, brown, yellow orange blue I love you
   
   All together now....
   
   Sail the ship, Jump the tree
   Skip the rope, Look at me
   
   All together now...."
     Look behind you, Mulder...

     The door squeeked quietly as it closed and Mulder whirled around to 
see who was behind him.
     Dana Katherine Scully.  She stood there dressed in a soft purple 
silk robe over something white...  She smiled lovingly at him, walking 
into the light from the shadows of the door.
    "Scully?  What are you doing?"
    "What does it look like I'm doing, Mulder?"
    She walked silently to him and before he could answer, she had met 
his mouth with her own.  At the same time, she pressed her body against 
his, and he moaned, his hands rubbing her back and sides.  Her hands were 
not idle either, moving down his back to his buttocks, squeezing them and 
pushing him more against her.
    "Are you sure about this, Dana?" He was breathless after the kiss.
    "Why don't you keep going, Fox, and I'll let you know." She smiled a 
slow, seductive smile.
    "It's a weekday...  I thought we had agreed... no spending weekdays 
together... After all, no point getting anyone at the office suspicious 
of what is going on." Mulder was having some difficulty keeping his 
concentration centred on the fact that he didn't want to place both of 
their reputations in danger.  His body, however, was having other ideas.  
Dana Scully was one tempting subject.
    "Skinner called this morning.  We've both been placed on 
forced-leave.   Overdue vacation time and all that."
    "Oh..."
    And then neither of them could speak anymore...

-the end... *grin*-
After all, we have to leave them their privacy...
Not to mention the fact that I don't have the guts to write an NC-17.