"Mulder why were those men so bothered about my electric toothbrush?" Scully asked in confusion. Mulder didn't look at her but felt a blush rise to his cheekbones as he could feel her large blue eyes gazing at him. He took a swallow of his drink and cleared his throat a little uncomfortably, hooking his index finger on the collar of his shirt and pulling at it in a vain attempt to loosen its tight grip on his neck. How to explain why all those men had been so very interested in an electric toothbrush next to a glass bottle of anti-frizzing hair serum.

Truth be told as much as he would have hated all those men leering at Scully if they had produced a rampant rabbit out of her luggage, it was not the first time it had crossed his mind that she may own one. The thought of her having one and using it, and dare he imagine it; maybe breathing his name as she succumbed to her pleasure had fuelled his dirtiest dreams for longer than he cared to remember.

Usually he was pretty cool headed with stuff like this but not with this Scully. He loved making her blush with his innuendos but only when she was her normal straight laced, no nonsense self, easily prone to unsettle. This Scully had him at a disadvantage and it was more than a little disconcerting. He rolled his eyes in frustration as he thought about the way the tables had been turned on him. The way Scully was at the moment his libido was on fire and he was barely controlling himself, as if the sudden reciprocating behaviour that he often displayed to her was a catalyst to the feelings he had secretly been harbouring for the longest time.

This loss of control was starting to bug him, he was ever cool, ever flippant, ever nonchalant and suddenly the change in her demeanour, however unintentional her actions were in making him lose focus and leave him literally fumbling in embarrassment. It was almost like everything she did had a direct effect on his-

"Peanuts?" Mulder was just taking a sip of his ice tea when the stewardess' voice cut through his thoughts causing him to choke as he misheard her question.

Scully and the stewardess both looked at him concerned as he coughed and spluttered, trying to clear his throat as Scully patted his back. After a minute or so, with eyes watering heavily he waved his hands and managed to grind out a wheezy, " No thank you, I'm just fine."

The stewardess nodded and smiled politely moving onto the next row. Mulder could still feel Scully's eyes on him and continued to clear his throat trying to get rid of the burning residue of the drink in his lungs that made it painful to breathe. Finally settling his head back against the head rest he turned to face her.

"They were worried that you had a bomb in your bag." He sighed, wishing that the ice blue eyes that had so often bore through him like lasers cutting through any bullshit, were not blinking so mildly at him. "They thought that your toothbrush and bottle of hair stuff in the scanner machine could be a bomb."

"Oh," she replied frowning in thought. Her eyebrows contracted slightly and she narrowed her eyes," We're like the police aren't we?"

"Yeah, in a sense." He answered slowly not really sure where her question was going.

"Well if I'm like a police officer and it's my job to protect people then why would I try to hurt anyone with a bomb?" She asked simply, and with an air of child-like straight forward logic.

"Well I think they tend to lump all federal employees in the same 'going-postal' category after what happened at the Manhattan post office two years ago." He quipped lightly, " You haven't had any murderous thoughts recently have you Scully? I remembered your birthday this year."

She smiled at him vacantly and bobbed her head nodding enthusiastically," yes, you got me that really lovely scarf."

Her smile slipped slightly at the grimace of sadness that overcast his face as he nodded to her confirming her statement. Had she not been under this new drug she would have shot back at him about her potential at becoming a homicidal federal employee because of how much of a pain in the arse he was to be partnered with.

He had bought her the scarf, one that she had seen in early February, a couple of weeks before her birthday, whilst they had been on a case in Chicago. She had only paused slightly outside the window, just for a beat but he had seen how her gaze had held it longingly. He had given it to her gift wrapped at her birthday dinner, and the smile that had lit her face up had become one of his most prized memories.

"Mulder? When people ask you if I'm a doctor why do you keep telling them that I am having an off day?" She asked a little hurt reflecting in her voice. Mulder turned to her his expression laced with concern and little surprise. He had assumed that as she was not up to her normal calibre of razor sharp awareness that his conversations and comments would have gone completely unnoticed by her.

She was right. He had been questioned all morning by various people, rather incredulously and without any consideration that she may understand what they were saying, about the fact that she was a doctor. He guessed he could understand their scepticism about her credentials considering each time he had been asked she had been acting rather vapid. Like the way she had fought against the security guards believing she was being kidnapped, or when she had explained to the checking clerk that they were going to Brown mountain instead of Space mountain and she wasn't sure why but there was a difference. She had figured out loud that it was maybe something to do with the height restrictions for each ride. The clerk had looked at her ID, seen doctor as her title and had raised her eyebrow very delicately at Mulder. He had answered her unasked question to which she had pursed her lips and proceeded to book them in with no further comment.

"Scully, I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He apologised softly after a couple of seconds, "I didn't realise that you had noticed."

She nodded slightly, her eyes not meeting his, "Am I having an off day?"

"Um, Scully, the thing is that you aren't usually this, um, well you aren't usually this kind of ... person." He replied as tactfully as he could, ending his sentence a little uncertainly. Once again she threw him for a loop as she lifted her head to look at him with a slight quirk of her trademark eyebrow raising towards her thick auburn hair, her lips pursing so sumptuously into a perfect pout that he felt his mouth instantly dry and his tongue turn to lead.

He blinked stupidly for a couple of seconds as she leant across the middle seat almost unconsciously, so close that her soft warm breath was just right of his lip, mint and coffee permeating his senses in an intoxication mixture.

His deep green eyes flitted down to her lips, his tongue absently licking his own as his breath hitched. She reached up slowly and placed her fingers on his cheek, the feeling of electricity coursing over his body, she pulled back with an eyelash perched on the end of her small fingertip.

"Make a wish," she whispered softly. He stared past the upheld finger into her eyes, feeling the ice blue radiance burning through him.

For a second a million wishes flew through his head from the most endearing to the basest that his dirty imagination could conjure.

Wish I could take you into the bathroom and join the mile high club.

Wish I could repeatedly make you scream in pleasure in the most depraved ways I could imagine.

Wish I could wipe away the hurt you have endured since you met me.

Wish that I could give you a baby.

Wish that I could make you walk away and save yourself even though it would destroy me.

Instead he settled on the one wish he longed for more than anything at that moment. Wish my Scully would return to me unharmed, exactly as she should be.

He smiled affectionately at her, she leant forward without breaking his gaze and blew softly at the eyelash. She smiled radiantly at him, "What did you wish for?"

"A million things all at once. And only one thing." He murmured gently.

"You won't tell me?" She asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

"It won't come true if I tell you."

She huffed a small laugh, grinning at him she eyed him affectionately slowly turning her head back to the window. Mulder ducked his head, and eyed her surrepetisciously in a side glance. She looked so beautiful, her hair glowing like fire and her clear blue eyes sparkling in the afternoon sunshine flooding through the window. I wonder what she's thinking right now, he mused as he tried to pull his eyes away from her without much success.

Scully watched the fluffy white clouds pass them, her mind humming "dah dah da-da-da-da. dum-dum dah da der dah dah..."

Luckily for Mulder he couldn't hear her thoughts in that moment maybe it would have broken his heart.

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A/N: Ok the incident at the airport with the battery and bottle of liquid? This happened to me when I was 18 - Honestly!

I had been visiting my parents and I was at Norwich airport with my mum seeing me off when I was pulled into a large baggage holding area to be questioned about my suitcase. There were about 6 men, all varying from around 20 to late 50's, standing around grinning like idiots. The guy asked me what was in my bag as the machine had picked up a bottle with a battery next to it.

They told us that by protocol they had to search my bag as it could be a bomb! My mum who had a mixed look of horror and amusement on her face turned round and said 'oh Faye!' to which all the men started laughing. I then realised what they all thought it was and cried out "eeeewww mum!No!"I had been visiting my parents for Pete's sake! I couldn't think what it could possibly be but at least I knew it wasn't what they thought it was. Turned out to be my new electric toothbrush that I had got for Christmas next to a bottle of honey rum!

Needless to say, I think there may be a distinct possibility that it is a story that has been told in a couple of pubs in Norwich! x