TUESDAY - COLLECTING
Today's theme is going to be Collecting, so you might want to write about characters gathering and coming together, about collecting items or memories, about go somewhere to retrieve other characters, about collecting on a debt or a promise, about a character's need to collect his/her emotions. Be as literal or as creative as you like. Any fandom
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Scully sighed and turned to face her partner. "Interrupting and eavesdropping, Mulder."
He shrugged unrepentantly. "I just wanted to make sure I heard you right. Over one hundred weird Russian sayings, in t-shirt form?"
"Yeah," she said shortly, turning back to her friend. "My college boyfriend started it when he found this elephant--"
"College boyfriend?"
"I'm sorry, Jamie. Do you want to meet for lunch tomorrow?"
Jamie laughed. "Sure, Dana. Don't let him screw with you too much." With a quick hug, she returned to her office, and Mulder escorted Scully to the elevator with a hand on the small of her back.
"You know," he said, leaning over to speak directly in her ear, "more than a hundred bespeaks to more than just a hobby, Scully. Exactly how many do you have?"
"One hundred thirty-four," she muttered. "Some of them are the same shirt in different colors, though."
"Where do you keep these that I've never seen them?"
She snorted. "You may be nosy, but even you don't look at every shirt in my drawers."
He punched the button for their floor with a bit more force than was necessary. "Still, that many is more of an obsession, Scully."
After a few seconds of silence, she reached out and hit the emergency stop. "What's the real problem, Mulder? The fact that I have 134 crazy Russian t-shirts, or the fact you didn't know about them?"
"That you have them!" he exploded. "Jesus, Scully, next you'll be telling me you've started smoking."
She jerked back as if struck. "What? College, Mulder. College. I obviously don't wear them anymore, anyway. And what's the big deal with some stupid t-shirts?"
Mulder looked at her like she was stupid. "They're Russian. So's Krycek. You want something like him against your body?"
"Actually, I don't think he's Russian... but that's not the point," she corrected quickly. "Mulder, really. It's not important. I'm not secretly in league with Krycek or any other devils."
He thought about it for a minute before nodding. Scully reached for the switch to start the elevator moving again, but her partner grabbed her hand before she could flip it.
"Is this a good time for me to go possessive caveman and get some elevator sex?"
"Mulder!" she cried, sounding scandalized, but he saw the brief flash of arousal in her eyes.
As the doors opened, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Maybe we'll work late tonight and get stuck..."
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