(Tie-in with Tooms. What if it was iced tea?)

anyone but you;

"If there's an iced tea in that bag, it could be love." I tease her, brushing off the uncomfortable truth of her admission the only way I knew how.

Scully smiled a little at that, almost relieved that I hadn't acknowledged the gravity of what she just said, and pulled a can out of the bag sitting on her lap, tossing it to me.

"Must be fate Mulder."

Huh. I caught the can of iced tea and smiled wryly at my partner, watching her fight a losing battle against the upturned corners of her mouth, and ducking her head slightly. I watched her hair obscure part of her face from view, and wondered if she knew how endearing that gesture was.

Anyone but you. I mused about that later, lying on the couch in those bleary moments between sleep and wakefulness. All things considered, I guess it'd be pretty easy to fall in love with a woman like Scully.