From trevizo@utep.edu Fri Aug 30 17:25:02 1996 I DID NOT WRITE THIS - I am the administrator for the x-files-fanfic mailing list and am posting this story for a subscriber. For information on the mailing list, go to http://mail.utep.edu/~trevizo/x-files. Please do not send comments for the author to me -- send them to (jenn@tridel.com.ph). You may direct requests for missing parts to me though, but please try to find them at the archives first: http://web.ukonline.co.uk/members/xfilesfanficarchive.d/contents.htm http://www.bns.com.au/alee/html/author.a.html __________ / __ __ \ ( (__) (__) ) --------[[[---------]]]------------------------------------------------- DISCLAIMER: Agent Dana Scully and Fox Mulder are properties of Fox Broadcasting and Chris Carter, I just borrowed them for a little while, no copyright infringement is intended. Please don't sue me. Also the song, "Never Thought" belongs to Dan Hill, I'm just borrowing it. WARNING: Maybe a little spoiler on some episodes like Tooms, Pusher, End Game, Duane Barry and some others... Oh yeah, and non-relationshippers beware, this is somekind of a romance piece. No X-File, just fluff. You have been warned. DEDICATIONS: This is for my gutterpals, Lia(GG1) and Jo(GG2)! Thanks for keeping me insane, oh I mean sane, hehe. *splash* And to Teresa H., for proofreading this fanfic. (my partner-in-singing ). And to my second cuz, Liza P. Please send any comments, suggestions, criticisms, etc. to , be gentle, I was delirious(literally!) when I wrote this piece. ----------------------------------------- AUGUST 25, 1996 11:04 a.m. AIRPORT PARKING LOT Special Agent Dana Scully breathed out a sigh of relief the moment she stepped inside the blue Ford Taurus of her partner, Fox Mulder. Special Agent Fox Mulder turned his head to look at his partner, his very weary partner, he noted. "Scully? You okay?" he asked, concerned well detected in his voice. "Hmm... yeah, just a little tired. You know how much I loooove flying." Scully answered, sarcasm added. Mulder just chuckled and started the engine. He maneuvered the car out of the parking lot and looked again at her partner. "Scully? I think you should crash my place for the night, it's much nearer than your apartment, you really are tired, I don't think you'll last long." With half-closed eyes, Scully looked at Mulder and couldn't resist teasing him. "Mulder, are you coming on to me?" with a sleepy grin. He smiled back and said "Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?" That brought a huge grin from the usually cool and detached agent. A slight pause, both feeling the tension that was very evident ever since their first case, but was always avoided and unresolved. She sighed, felt every bone in her body crying out for a soft bed, and replied "Okay, Mulder. I think you're right, thanks for offering." she finished the sentence with a yawn. "We'll be there in a few minutes, close your eyes, I'll just wake you up if we're there." but as he told her this, her eyes were already shut. Mulder just smiled. ----------------------------------- AUGUST 25, 1996 11:27 p.m. MULDER'S APARTMENT BUILDING Indeed, a few minutes later, they arrived at Mulder's building. He turned to Scully ready to wake her up, but seeing her sleeping so peacefully, with her pale complexion contrasting with her fiery red hair, she looks like an angel. *My Angel*, Mulder thought. Mulder slowly got out of the car, quietly shut the car's door and went to Scully side of the car. He opened the door and carefully scooped Scully into his arms, not wanting to wake her up. *She is so beautiful.*, he thought. "*Smells good too.*, his nose buried in the mass of Scully's strawberry scented hair. Scully stirred but didn't wake up, instead burrowed even more deeply into Mulder's arms, still fast asleep. In front of his apartment door, Mulder struggled with the key, not wanting to disturb Scully. At last, after fumbling and almost dropping the key (and Scully), he finally opened the door to his apartment and went straight to his rarely used bedroom. He carefully lay down Scully onto his soft bed (of course it's soft, it's never been used, with the couch still in the living room.)and took off her shoes. Scully sighed and murmured something unintelligible. He swept off some of the hair that fell down her face, and tucked it under her ear. He got the blanket and gently covered her with it, and just stood there, drinking at the sight before him. He closed his eyes and sighed. *I don't think this is a good idea, Mulder. Just walk out that door and never look back, you might do something you're gonna regret.* Walking towards the couch, leaving the door slightly ajar, Mulder could still smell that strawberry scent that he labeled "Scully scent". He still felt the warmth of her, on his clothes, on his skin... Couldn't stand the silence that followed him, he turned on the volume with the volume down so that Scully wouldn't be awaken. And the familiar voice of Dan Hill filled the living room. *Dana... a special name for a special lady, I knew my life will never be the same after she walked into the dreaded basement, facing the FBI's most unwanted.* *How many times have I cheated on death's door, if not for Scully? How many times have Scully risked her life for me? lied for me?*, remembering the time when Duane Barry took her from her apartment. Mulder squeezed his eyes shut, blocking out that horrible memory. He slowly returned to his bedroom, sat on the nearby chair, his gaze never leaving the vision that laid on his bed. *"I... I even made my parents call me Mulder, Mulder...", oh Dana, if only you know how much I love hearing you say my name, but letting you call my name means letting you one step closer to me, closer to danger.* Tracing every line and curve of Dana's face with his eyes, from the tip of her hair to that delicious and tempting neck. *"Scully, run!!! Scully." The hospital, the gun...* He smiled as Dan Hill sung these lines, his mind drifted to the time he was lying on the hospital bed, the time when he had the retrovirus. *Oh, how every joint of my body was creaking like an old man's, but seeing Dana's smile, that wonderful smile that made her more beautiful, if that's possible, it took every bit of my will power not to grab her shoulder and pull her to me and just hold her in my arms forever.* *You are one of the biggest reason why I came back from the dead, Dana. You are the reason I'm still here, with you. I could never leave you.* Mulder just couldn't take his eyes off his best friend, hi partner. *If the situation's only different, Dana, I would have been lying with you tonight, loving you...* *I love you, Dana. With all my heart, always.* Three little words that he wish he could tell her out loud, those words he'd to keep to himself, if he wants to keep Dana safe from those bastards. As the song faded, he got up and bend down to tenderly kissed her on the forehead, he froze when Scully stirred, but to his relief, she's still in her deep sleep. Mulder closed the door behind him, never did hear Dana whispered in her sleep "Fox..." ----------------------------------- THE NEXT DAY 8:12 a.m. MULDER'S APARTMENT Fox Mulder was busy whipping up an omelet for his partner, when she appeared at the kitchen with only her bathrobe (her spare one which she keeps in Mulder's apartment) and fuzzy slippers, still looked sleepy. *Even in drag, she still looks beautiful. Heck, if she's covered in mud and soot, she's still that most beautiful woman to me.* "Hey there, sleepyhead. Had a good night sleep?" he asked, a smile plastered on his face while grumbling inwardly *Unlike some other people who spent the night tossing and turning...* Dana Scully raised her head,looked into Mulder's eyes and said "As a matter of fact, I did have a good night sleep." *and a very nice dream... if you only knew, Fox... if you only knew.*, and smiled. END. ******************************************************** S: Mulder, I woudn't put myself on the line for anybody but you. (Tooms, The X-Files) M: I don't want you to think you have to hide anything from me. (Irresistible, The X-Files) S: I trust him as much as anyone, I trust him with my life. (Irresistible, The X-Files)