From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2000 21:36:05 -0600
Subject: NEW: Stay by Gina Cutlip
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title:  NEW: Stay
author:  Gina Cutlip
e-mail:  catty9_13@yahoo.com
rating:  G
category: SR
spoilers: none
keywords: Mulder/Scully romance
summary: Comfort in the night.
Disclaimer: I do not own them.

Note:  This story is not included in my 8 story arc.

The room was dark.  She had heard someone, faintly crying.  
It was only instinct to get up and move to the door from which 
the noise was coming.  In her mind, though, she knew it was 
Mulder.  He had always dreamed, of what she did not know, and 
it made him restless for most of the night.  But tonight she was 
going to see if she could help.

They had been on a case for about a week now.  They 
stayed in the same little hotel with connecting doors to their 
rooms.  Mulder insisted on it this way.  Now Scully was grateful 
for that insistence.  She walked to his bedside and stood looking 
down over him.  Funny, she thought, how much she felt like a gospel 
figure in a scene on a stained glass window right now.  But it was 
just this silly thought that gave her the courage to kneel down and 
put a hand on his forehead.  He stirred and she slid her palm down 
over his cheek.  The roughness of his unshaven face was only but one 
of her many sensations at the moment but still it stood out to be 
most overwhelming.

He stopped moving and it made her feel a bit better.  Still, 
she didn't want to leave him just yet.  This was a moment she 
rarely got a chance to have; just Mulder and herself like this.  
So, without much thought, she got up and moved to the other side of 
the bed.  Just then she realized what she was about to do.  These 
thoughts were dangerous and she knew that.  But it would take more 
than knowing to stop her now.  Lifting the side of the sheet just 
high enough for herself, she silently slipped in beside him.  As if 
on cue, he turned to face her.  She wondered if he knew anything 
that was going on.  She hoped he didn't because she would have a 
lot to answer for in the morning that she wasn't ready to face.

So why?  Why am I doing this if I know I can't explain it?  
Why am I still here despite the fear that I feel?  Because it feels 
good, she told herself.  Even though it may not explain anything to 
anyone else but herself, it still felt right.  So she moved closer 
to him and wrapped her arms around him, engulfing him in all that 
she had to offer.  They stayed like this for the rest of the night.  
Neither could tell why.  But both knew that neither was doing any-
thing to stop it.  And until someone did stop them, they would stay.

End.

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