LetвЂ™s justвЂ¦ can we just drop it? Please?вЂќ вЂњLook, this is stupid! Look at us.вЂќ She sits up straight again, turning a little in the seat to face him. вЂњIвЂ™ll point out that youвЂ™re refusing to answer it, soвЂ¦вЂќ вЂњDo you really think so little of me that you donвЂ™t already know the answer to that question?вЂќ вЂњYouвЂ™re saying if Miss Jade Blue Afterglow were a legitimate option, youвЂ™d turn her down?вЂќ вЂњAnd you know that there is no woman on Earth I would rather be with, right?вЂќ Sighing, she leans her head against the window. Is it really such a terrible thing, though? Having a little fun once in a while, even if itвЂ™s stupid fun?вЂќ WeвЂ™re both exhausted, and maybe I have been acting a little immaturely. вЂњMulder, thatвЂ™s not even what that phrase means.вЂќ вЂњTechnically I donвЂ™t think laser blasters have faces-вЂќ вЂњIвЂ™m saying that we still have no idea how these people are being killed, that nothing about this case makes any kind of sense whatsoever, and to top it all off, IвЂ™m surrounded by grown men who seem to devolve into panting dogs in the face of, of laser blasters and fantasy women.вЂќ She glares at him, for what feels like the millionth time today. I think you mightвЂ™ve mentioned it once or twice.вЂќ I know this may come as a shock to you, Mulder, but I do know a thing or two about human physiology-вЂќ And if I were, it wouldnвЂ™t be because of that. вЂњWait, are you saying youвЂ™re upset that I got aroused thinking about you wearing a skimpy outfit? Because that seems a little unfair.вЂќ LetвЂ™s just try to focus on the case so we can get out of here andвЂ¦ forget any of this ever happened.вЂќ вЂњLook, weвЂ™re both tired, and weвЂ™re coping with it in different ways, I get it. вЂњJustвЂ¦ never mind, okay?вЂќ She pinches the bridge of her nose. вЂњI, uh, I guess thisвЂ™d be a bad time to admit IвЂ™m now imagining you wearing that outfit and, uhвЂ¦вЂќ He takes one hand off the wheel to gesture vaguely at his lap. HeвЂ™s silent for a minute, then clears his throat. You donвЂ™t have to try and soothe my ego by suggesting I compare in any way to that. вЂњI think that I am indisputably not a 5вЂ™11вЂќ erotic dancer with antigravity breasts and a propensity for clothing that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. вЂњIвЂ™m serious! You think I donвЂ™t find you attractive?вЂќ вЂњScully, if the mere act of interviewing an attractive woman were enough to distract me from the task at hand, I never in a million years would have been able to survive working with you for so long.вЂќ вЂњI donвЂ™t mean you specifically, I just mean-вЂќ вЂњIn what way have I not been focused on my job?вЂќ вЂњItвЂ™s just embarrassing, isnвЂ™t it? I mean, donвЂ™t you think itвЂ™s embarrassing to be so, so thoroughly poisoned by testosterone that you canвЂ™t even focus on your job?вЂќ вЂњOh, IвЂ™m sure the female deputies were able to hold down the fort for a little while.вЂќ She turns to him, her mouth falling open in shock, and he has the gall to laugh. County while these officers were all so busy here,вЂќ she says dryly. вЂњI sure hope nothing important was going on in the streets of L.A. Mulder drums on the steering wheel, waiting for the parade of squad cars behind them to move so he can back out of the parking space. In the car, she covers a yawn with her hand, then buckles her seatbelt. вЂњSorry, I uh, I think I zoned out there for a sec.вЂќ вЂњHuh?вЂќ She blinks, realizing that sheвЂ™s been standing with her hand on the door handle of their rental car for sheвЂ™s not sure how long. вЂњScully! Are you getting in the car or not?вЂќ Because вЂњinvisible shapeshifting nightmare monsterвЂќ wasnвЂ™t enough weirdness in the past 24 hours. That is an actual question they need to ask. They need to go back to FPS so they can ask Ivan why he body-scanned a stripper to create a computer game character that is now inexplicably killing people in real life. Mulder, meanwhile, is apparently relying solely on testosterone to keep himself awake. SheвЂ™s running exclusively on coffee and a 90-minute nap in the car. They were up all night last night, chasing some nightmare monster through the streets of Willow Park, and since their aborted flight home this afternoon, they have trekked halfway across Southern California, investigated a seemingly-impossible murder, and sheвЂ™s performed both an autopsy and an interrogation. She would almost be embarrassed for them if it werenвЂ™t so fucking irritating. Every damned one of those sheriffвЂ™s deputies was acting like a boy with a stolen copy of Penthouse. And Mulder certainly wasnвЂ™t the only one ogling. Afterglow appeared to be at all offended by the attention. Especially leggy, buxom, barely-clothed, porn-star-looking womenвЂ¦ He was an absolute pig in there just now, but they are both adults, and itвЂ™s not as if he isnвЂ™t allowed to look at other women.

вЂњI donвЂ™t know about you, Scully, but I am feeling the great need to blast the crap out of something.вЂќ

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