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Title: this is currently untitled. i'm not very creative when it comes to these things
Author: Gwynne (maleeni1013@hotmail.com)
Keywords: MSR
Rating: PG. PG-13. i dunno somewhere in between.
Spoilers: none
Summary: a nightmare brings Scully to Mulder's apartment late at night.
Disclaimer: i don't own them. they belong to the almighty CC, 1013 productions, and FOX. i'm just borrowing them for a while. no harm done =)
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on with the show...

I am completely surrounded by darkness. It's a darkness so thick that I can't even see an inch in front of my face. I can't see where I am, but I'm sure that I'm not in my apartment anymore. All at once, a sense that something is wrong overwhelms me, and I call out for the one person who can comfort me at times like these. Mulder. Oh God, Mulder. I would give anything to see him right now. For him to hold me, and tell me that everything is going to be alright. But he's not here, and I know it. I am all alone. In the dark. But it's not so dark anymore. There is a light. . .a dim light. It's far away, but it's there and it gives me hope. I tiny shred of hope that fades as I get closer. In an instant, I am surrounded by white. And that's when I see it. The one thing I fear most in my life. Mulder, laying on the floor, dying. When I first see him, my heart skips a beat. I'm overjoyed to see him. But with further examination, that joy fades into fear.
He is in pain. He is curled into a ball, holding his chest. He is crying, and in between his sobs, I can hear him calling for me. Forcing the tears back, I rush to his side. Crouching down beside him, I notice the blood quickly spreading across the floor. He moves his arms away from his chest to show me what's wrong. The sight of him takes my breath away. It looks as though he has been shot and stabbed repeatedly in his chest. His quick, sharp breaths tell me that he his dying. . .quickly.
I can't hold back my tears anymore as he motions for me to come closer so he can tell me something. I lean in so that my ear is right next to his mouth. His words are barely audible through his breathless gasps, but I can just make out what he is telling me.
"Scully. . ." he manages to squeeze out, "Scully. . .I. . .love you." Under normal circumstances, these words would be music to my ears. But not now, not when the man I love with all my heart is taking his last breath.
"I love you too, Mulder."
I'm not even sure if he hears me. He falls back, and his eyes slip shut, peacefully. Then he is gone, and I am left all alone again. Alone in the dark, quietly sobbing.

xXx
I wake up with tears streaming down my face, a soaked pillow, and memories of the awful dream clouding my mind. I know it was only a dream, but I just have to make sure that Mulder's okay. I don't call him. I can't. I have to see him.
The drive to his apartment has never seemed this long. There are barely any cars on the road. It's 2 am. Most people are asleep now, but I know Mulder. I know he's probably awake.
He is.
He takes a while to get to the door, and I begin to think that I woke him. He is surprised to see me at his door. I'm still in my pajamas and still a little teary. His smile changes to a frown quickly when he notices my face. My cheeks are red and puffy from crying, and my eyes are pink and filled with unshed tears. He can't quite think of what to say to me. . .he has no idea what's wrong. . .so instead of saying anything, he pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me. I wrap my own arms around his waist and begin to sob into his chest. But these are tears of joy. . .relief that he is here and alright.
We both break away from the comfort of our embrace. Mulder leads me to sit on his couch. He disappears into the kitchen for a moment, emerging minutes later with two cups of coffee. Handing one to me, he sits next to me.
"Scully?" he says after a moment of studying me.
I look at him, finding that concerned look of his face. Normally, that face is the cause of my frustration with him, but now it comforts me to know that he cares.
"May I ask what's gotten you so upset that you'd come here at 2 in the morning. . .in your pajamas?"
"I'm sorry, Mulder. I know I should have called. . ."
I stop when he puts his hand on mine.
"It's alright, Scully. I'm glad you came."
I never realized that a statement as small as that could have such an effect on me. But when Mulder said that he was glad that I came, a wave of comfort came over me. I swallow back more tears that are threatening to fall, and proceed to tell him about my dream. I tell him every detail, from beginning to end. Everything I thought, felt, heard. . .said. I never thought I had so much confidence. I basically just told the man I love that I do, in fact, love him, a secret I've kept to myself for seven years. True, it was just a dream, but it meant something to me. That's why I rushed over to Mulder's apartment instead of calling to make sure he was okay.
Mulder doesn't know what to say now. Not that I can blame him. I mean, his partner shows up at his apartment at 2 in the morning in her pajamas, she's crying, then she proceeds to tell him about this terrible dream she's had about him. A dream which ends with "I love you, Mulder." Who the hell wouldn't be speechless?
I'm preparing for the worst. I keep waiting for the moment that he's going to tell me to get the hell out of his apartment. That he never wants to see or speak to me again, and how dare I bring my personal feelings into the scene now. . .NOW, when he's up to his elbows in work. God, I'd never be able to handle that. I try to shake the dreadful scene from my mind, and concentrate on Mulder's face. I can tell he's in deep thought, but I can't stand this silence anymore.
"Mulder?"
He looks up at me. Is he. . .? He is, he's crying. Oh God, what have I done?
"Mulder, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. . ."
He stops me, placing one finger over my mouth, shaking his head softly. "Scully, I need to get something off my chest."
His hand drops from my face to my hands and he inches a little closer to me on the couch.
"Scully. . ." he begins again, taking a deep breath, "I do love you. You know that, right?"
He looks deep into my eyes for the answer. Deep down, I think I always knew that he loved me, but I always denied it, thinking that if I let myself get close to him, I'd lose him. I would never get over that. I don't think I'd be able to go on without Mulder.
"Well I do, Scully. . .I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone. I can't live without you. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. You changed my life the moment you walked through my office door the first time."
He stops when he sees the tears flowing freely from my eyes. He pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around me.
"Scully, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Mulder." I say, sighing. "It's just that. . .that was the most beautiful thing anyone's ever said to me."
I smile up at him and he kisses my forehead softly.
"I meant every word, Scully."
I pull away from him enough to look into his eyes. Then, before I know what I'm doing, before I have time to evaluate the situation, or rationalize my actions, I kiss him. It was a split-second impulse that I acted on. . .for once.
I can tell Mulder's surprised as well, but he doesn't resist. He wraps me in his warmth and kisses me back.
Everything we've been holding in for seven years is released, all at once, in this kiss. Mulder leans back so that he is lying down, his lips never breaking contact with mine, and I follow eagerly. The kiss is broken for lack of air, and we are both left breathless and dazed. I lay my head down on Mulder's chest and close my eyes. He places a reassuring hand on my head, pressing it to his chest. I can hear his heart beating rapidly. He's nervous; he's not quite sure what to expect. Neither am I.
This is perfect. This is how everything should be. Mulder and I belong together. . .like this. But I still owe him something. Three. Little. Words.
"Mulder?. . . I love you. I really do. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else. . . . I just wanted you to know that."
I can feel him smiling.
"I know, Scully."
I smile against his chest and wrap my arms around his back. I'm asleep in no time at all. I do dream, but it's a good dream. Visions of Mulder and me. . .together.
Things are going to be different from now on. Never again will Mulder and I have to hide our feelings from one another.
xXx
I awake on Mulder's couch, alone. I have no time to worry about where he is, though, because the moment I start to stir, he emerges from the kitchen. "Mornin' sunshine." He says, walking to the couch. He sits next to me and places a wet kiss on my cheek. He stands up to leave, but before he can get away, I grab the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss him.
Reluctantly, he pulls away before the kiss gets too heated. He smiles at my outing face.
"C'mon, G-woman." He says, standing up and slapping my thigh. "I fixed us some breakfast. . .cinnamon toast."
I get up to follow him into the kitchen. He turns in the doorway, placing his hands firmly against the doorframe, blocking my way.
"Gotta pay the toll, Scully."
"Mul-deerrrrrr. . ."
I try pushing by him, but he won't budge. I sigh, shrugging my shoulders. "What's the toll?" I ask, flatly.
Mulder thinks for a minute, then smiles down at me.
"Marry me."
I blink a few times, not quite believing what I just heard.
"What? Mulder. . ."
I can't get the words out. His arms drop from their position on the doorframe and wrap themselves around me.
"Marry me, Scully. Make me the happiest man in the world. Say yes. . .please."
I'm not sure that any other word would have come out of my mouth at a time like this except 'yes'. I take a deep breath, trying to control my sheer happiness.
"Yes. . ." I manage to breathe out.
In an instant, Mulder is kissing me.
"I love you, Mulder. I love you so much." I say through my tears. "I know, Scully. I love you too."

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