Fics like "in the wee small hours"

Scully exhales with practiced patience. “Let me rephrase,” she says. “You can’t share this with me.” “I don’t see why I can’t--tissues? Why do you have three whole boxes of--? Oh,” Scully can almost see the light bulb appear and flash on over Mulder’s head. “Oh.” “Shut up, Mulder,” Scully says with a tired little sniffle. “I didn’t say anything,” Mulder says, and if he weren’t driving, Scully knows both hands would be up in the air in mock surrender. “Yeah,” she grumbles, “but I heard you thinking it.” Mulder just laughs. In which we are who we are and the existence of this fic is literally the least surprising thing in the world: while on a stakeout, Scully is sick and Mulder is teasing and there's lots of bantering because what else do you do on stakeouts, right? (Also lots of comforting and snuggles, because of course there are.) Rated T for some mild language and innuendo.