TITLE: A Toast
AUTHOR: stellar_dust
EMAIL: stellar_dust_x@yahoo.com
WEBSITE: http://katycat.net/xfiles/
ARCHIVE/FEEDBACK: Yes please.  (:
SPOILERS: Rain King, Millennium
PAIRING: M/S
RATING: PG
CHALLENGE: weather
WORD COUNT: 141
SUMMARY: Champagne rain.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, too silly.
DATE: 08/20/2004


When they left the hospital, his arm around 
Scully, it was snowing bubbles.  They stopped 
under a streetlight and watched, entranced; one 
burst on Scully’s face.  She wiped it off, 
sniffed, blinked, licked her finger.

"Mulder.  Either I'm crazy -or this is 
champagne."  

Bemused, Mulder popped one himself, tasted it.  
A brilliant grin lit his face.  "It's a New 
Years' 'congratulations.'"

"What are you talking about, Mulder?"  Scully 
balanced a bubble on her fingertip.

"Well, I just kissed you, Scully."  He glanced 
at her shyly.

She blushed.  "And?"

"And I think-" bubbles popped in a chorus of 
"plinks" on the pavement, the cars, Mulder’s 
hair- "this is Holman Hardt’s way of saying 
''bout damn time, G-Man.'"

"/Holman Hardt/!? The-?"  Scully's laugh was 
delightful, and Mulder really wanted to kiss 
her again.

So he did.

And the stars floated down all around.