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"I figured your background music would be something like, 'Boom chicka bow-wow’, Mulder." Scully said, taking a long draw of her rapidly cooling vat of coffee.
Mulder bobbled his binoculars as he whipped around in the passenger seat to look at her. She pointed to the windshield and he retrained the binoculars on the sleazy hotel they were staking out. “What brought that up?”
“I’m bored.” She shrugged. “It was one of the drinking games my sister came up with the last time I visited. If we were an 80s sitcom what would our theme music be.”
He smiled, half obscured by his hands as he held up the binoculars. “And you decided mine is porn music. Who have you been talking to? I swear if it Frohike…”
“Just call it a good guess.” Scully chuckled softly, taking another sip of cold coffee.
“Ouch.” Mulder pressed a hand to his chest. “Well if I had to pick one for you, it would be Prince Leia’s theme.”
Scully nearly spewed her coffee. “What?”
“It seems fitting.”
“Because I’m sitting outside a scuzzy hotel waiting on killer you think is an alien?”
“Because Leia is intelligent and strong, and she reminds me of you.”
Scully’s throat tightened and her eyes misted. “Mulder that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said.”
“I mean…there he is.” Mulder dropped the binoculars and pulled his gun as he slid out of the car.
Scully did the same, at his side, as always.