Title: Lay so entwined
Author: TeaL
Talitha_1013@yahoo.co.nz
Flames will be loaded into my flame thrower
and fired straight back at ya *g*
Keywords: M/S Friendship, UST.
Rated: G
Summary: Something that happens late at night
leaves Scully wondering "Oops! Did I say that
outloud???"
ThanX to my Beta reader Amy.
LAY SO ENTWINED
By TeaL
We didn't do this, didn't show up outside the other's
front door at one a.m if we were unable to sleep.
If Mulder couldn't sleep he went for a run or watched
one of those videos that weren't his. If he was
extremely
bored he'd phone me but he *never* came over. I guess
we
both connected house calls in the middle of the night
with a road trip. Either that or something very bad
had
happened. In our cases that something very bad turns
out
to be the death of a loved one more times than not.
So earlier, when I'd been awoken by a persistent sound
of
knuckles connecting with wood, I'd assumed the worst.
Now as I sit on my couch mentally kicking myself, I
realise I was right to assume the worst...
"Mulder? What's wrong?"
Mulder stood on the other side of the threshold
leaning
heavily against the door frame. His eyes were closed
and he looked like he hadn't slept all week.
Pulling his head off it's hard pillow he slowly
opened his eyes and looked down at me. I moved a
little
closer, worried that he was about to collapse.
"Nothing," he said softly, "I just couldn't sleep."
"Mulder, you look exhausted. What's wrong, why can't
you
sleep?" I sound worried, perhaps more then I need to
be
but he's my friend and when friends show up at your
home
late at night in the state Mulder's in, you have
little
choice.
Laughing slightly, Mulder almost dragged himself past
me
into my darkened apartment and settled himself
comfortably on my couch before continuing. He had a
way
of making things seem worse then they really are.
Closing the door, I followed him but didn't sit beside
him.
Instead, I stood before him and this time I was
looking
down at him but there was no exhaustion emanating from
my
every pore, only frustration and worry. Though with
these two
things combined it wouldn't be long before it became
exhaustion
if he kept his silence up.
"I need to move" he moaned softly, "I think it's my
apartment,
Scully."
He paused to rub his tired, swollen eyes.
"The last few nights I haven't been thinking about
Samantha as
much and I haven't been obsessing over work after
hours like I
used to. The things that usually keep me from sleep
haven't
really crossed my mind, yet I haven't had a decent
night's sleep
in three days."
"Mulder, what's a 'decent night's sleep'?" I asked
lightly.
Mulder sighed, "More than the two hours I've been
allowed
recently"
"You should see a doctor," I told him firmly, "You
could
get a prescription to help you sleep."
"Or, I could move."
"What is it about your apartment that's only now
affecting you?" I asked skeptically.
"I moved the fish tank a week ago. Bad Feng Shui?" he
deadpanned.
"Mulder," I said, a warning tone in my voice, "Go see
a doctor and
if that doesn't help then start thinking about other
options."
"You don't want me to move?"
"I just don't want you to move and then discover it
wasn't your
apartment. You love that apartment Mulder."
Mulder shrugged, "It's just walls, furniture and a
fish tank."
"But is your heart there?"
"I don't know where my heart is."
I shook my head sadly and disappeared into my bedroom.
I
returned a few moments later with a pillow and
blankets.
"This is temporary Mulder. Tonight only." I told him
firmly, "Tomorrow I'm driving you to the nearest
doctor,
okay?"
Mulder smiled a "Thanks" and I left him to settle on
the
couch.
I didn't close my bedroom door; I left it open a
little.
Just enough to be able to hear if he was moving around
or not.
I heard the click of the Television set through the
darkness
and I silently prayed he'd find an infomercial so void
of interest that he'd be lulled into a deep sleep.
Now, I was the one unable to sleep and still worried
about him. Hours had passed. I hadn't heard him switch
the TV off, though I wondered if I had indeed fallen
asleep
briefly at some point. Four a.m had seemed to come
around extremely fast.
Quietly slipping out from under the warm blankets, I
wrapped
the thick robe around my body and padded out into the
kitchen for a glass of warm milk.
It never helped me sleep but I was running out of
options;
my tired sheep were no longer jumping over the fence
but
simply slamming into it and being knocked unconscious.
One hour straight counting could do that, I guess. I
just wished it had helped me.
The TV was still on; muted, but on. The glow from the
screen
fell upon his sleeping features and he looked younger.
He
didn't look like the tired, tormented soul that had
stumbled into my apartment mere hours earlier.
Forgetting the milk, I knelt beside him and watched
him
sleep. I know, there's something creepy about watching
a
person sleep, but it was such a peaceful sensation I
couldn't help it.
I rested my head against the side of the couch mere
inches from his chest and closed my eyes, lulled to
sleep by his breathing.
I don't know how I ended up on the couch but I was
awoken from sleep by an arm circling my waist and
pulling me closer into a wondrous warmth. Turning
my head slightly I found myself looking into
familiar eyes. I'd never seen these eyes shine so
brightly with life before.
Then I realised we weren't on the couch but in my
bed and that brought on even more confusion.
It passed quickly and the feeling of being in my
bed in his arms felt like the most natural thing in
the world.
Mulder's face nuzzled into my hair and one of his
hands gently caressed mine. His actions were new
but it truly seemed like we would spend every night
of our lives like this and I didn't know how I'd
sleep without him tomorrow night. I didn't
want this to end; the thought of returning to an
empty bed from this night on was almost too much
to bear.
"Don’t worry Scully, I'll never let you go" he
murmured,
his breath tickling my neck.
Mulder, the mind reader.
I chuckled softly to myself and relaxed back into the
warmth of his body behind me.
"I love you, Mulder."
"Scully?" his hand gripped my shoulder and shook me
gently.
"Hmmm?" I was shaken awake to find myself looking
up into those same familiar eyes but this time they
looked more than a little amused.
Looking around I realised I was still half-sitting,
half-lying on the floor beside the couch, my head
still
resting against the soft upholstery.
"What are you doing down there on the floor?" he
asked.
"I... ", still half asleep, I couldn’t find a good
excuse.
Mulder smirked and hauled himself off the couch.
"Thanks for the couch, Scully. I need to go home for a
bit
but if I can't sleep there tonight then tomorrow I'll
see a doctor okay."
I nodded and began to peel myself off the floor. My
neck and back were going to pay for my late night
impulse well into the day.
Looking back once more before he exited he said,
"Love you too."
The door closed behind him and I stood stock-still
as the dream came flooding back to me.
I collapsed onto the couch and buried my head deep
into my hands whimpering.
"Oh my god...."
THE END
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Author's Notes/Archiving: This has been sitting on a
disk
untitled and forgotten for over a year because I
didn't like it. Since I've promised to finish all
my WIPS I decided it was time I did something
with this. Yea, title's stolen from a Sarah song but
surely you've come to expect that from me *G*
It's kind of pointless and didn't have much
of a story but if you want to archive it just let me
know where you're putting it.
Blah blah yadda yadda legal stuff: Mulder, Scully,
TXF..
Not mine, not mine, not mine.
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