From: "Crystal Marcotte" Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2001 10:31:19 +0800 Subject: Damsel in Distress Source: direct Title- Damsel in Distress Author: Oboechick Rating: PG 13 Classification: SR Mulder/Scully Romance Spoilers: set before season 8 Summary: a bad dream sends Mulder rushing to check up on Scully in the middle of the night. He stays as a comfort and they finally speak up. Feed back: SEND SOME. . . I can take it. Archive: Gossamer Disclaimer: story mine. Characters not. There. I did it. happy now? Damsel in Distress by Crystal Marcotte Scully awoke to her cell phone ringing. She fumbled to grab it off her nightstand checking the clock in the process. It read 2 am. "What the hell?" she groaned to herself. "What do u want Mulder?" "Scully?" He answered sounding panicked. "No, it's the sandman. What do u want it's two in the morning" "Thank god your alright, come unlock your door." "I'm not getting up. You have your key. What do you mean 'thank God I'm alright?" "I mean thank God it was just a dream." He said walking into her bedroom. He had already hung up her phone and Scully looked aggravated with hers which suddenly produced a dial tone, then back up to him. "You came over here at two am and woke me up because of a damn dream?" "It was more then a dream Scully. It felt more like..... a premonition. I wouldn't have come all the way over if it didn't feel extremely real...you know that." "So, your having premonitions now?" She could tell that even though his reasoning was a little strange he was genuinely concerned. She motioned for him to sit down on the bed next to her. He did. "I don't know... it was just so awful though, I woke up, I thought it was real, I thought u were dead!" "So you had to come all the way over to tell me this?" Scully was starting to get a strange feeling about his 'dream'. *could it be fear?* she wondered. *naw, well... maybe* "how dead?" "What do you mean how dead? Dead, Scully as in not breathing, not moving. Dead as in bloody-mess-bullet-shot- in-the-head dead, Scully" "Wow, and I always though you dreamt of me in good ways" she tried to muster a chuckle to cover her concern that maybe this was actually a premonition. I didn't work. "Tell me about the dream, Mulder." He took a deep breath as if even the thought of it made his blood curdle. " I came over here, exactly as I did just now except... except when I got here, your door was broken open and your apartment was ransacked. I rushed into your room to make sure you were okay but I was too late, They'd gotten to you. It was as if you didn't hear them until they or him or whoever were right next to you. You looked as though you had been about to reach for your gun..." he motioned to her gun next to her phone on her nightstand. "... but they got you first. There was..." he took a deep breath in obviously to keep himself from crying. "... there was blood everywhere.." he broke down and started sobbing. Scully looked at him. Hoping he'd say ' just joking' but she knew he wouldn't and sat up slightly to pull him down to a hug. They stayed there, sitting in a hug for a few minutes before Scully broke the silence. "Mulder, what do you mean it was more like a premonition?" Quietly, unsure how steady his voice would be, Mulder answered, "It wasn't a normal dream Scully it was to real to be a dream, to.... physical." Scully was a little further scared now, as strange as it was for her to be scared of such 'unfactual' things. She knew one thing though,she didn't want to spend the rest of this night alone. "Mulder? Um, that's a little creepy... would you mind staying here tonight? Just to'keep watch' as it were. I really don't feel like being alone now, you've really creeped me out." "Okay, but im not sure what good I'll be out there in the living room." he wasn't sure how she would take that. He hoped to God she didn't think he was hitting on her, not that he thought of that as a bad thing, just not right now, he couldn't have her seeing his emotions for what they really were, *not when she's confused enough over my damn dream thing* he thought. He couldn't let her know that he was crying over the thought of losing not only his partner and his best friend but the only woman he ever truly loved. "Mulder, screw the couch, it's to far away. Hop in." she motioned to the empty half of the bed next to her. Cautiously he climbed in. As soon as he was settled she moved next to him as to have him forced to put his arm around her. "It feels safer" she explained, trying to think of some excuse. She couldn't have him knowing how she really felt. Or could she? Now was as good a time as any, laying in his arms, feeling his breath on her neck... she stopped her thoughts dead in their tracks. She turned her head to face his as best she could with the given angle, "Mulder?" "Yeah?" "Thank you." "How could I refuse my damsel in distress" She smiled. She like the thought of being HIS damsel in distress... well, maybe not the damsel in distress part. "Mulder?" "Yeah?" "I love you" "I love you too Scully" I all seemed so simple, as if they'd been saying it for years, she supposed that in a way they had been. With looks and hugs. It had just never taken the form of words. She turned her whole body to face him. Still enwrapped in his arms. They slowly moved to kiss each other, softly, sweetly and with so much emotion that they felt they might explode. They spent the night like that, in each others arms. There were no mad assassins, just wonderful thoughts and dreams created by the now official status of their relationship. As they slept, They smiled. Tell me what you think. . . PLEASE Oboechick@musician.org