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Spoilers: "Irresistible". The rest of it is mine, all mine.
Summary: Friendship stuff. I'm usually all for the shippy stuff, though.
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"Hold Me Through The Night"
11:30 p.m. Donnie Phasters childhood home
Fox Mulder looked his partner over as the backup agents flew past them. This look on her face-in her eyes- was certainly not something he had ever seen before in her. Fear. Total and utter fear.
And rightfully so. Donnie Phaster had damn near killed her.
Mulder examined Scully's face more closely-looking for any bruises and cuts he may have missed the first time.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Mulder. I just wanna go home." she said quietly.
"I want to get you to the hospital. Just to make sure there's no internal bleeding or anything."
She was in no mood to argue. If it would appease him, get him off her back, then fine.
"Ok," she sighed.
12 midnight DC Medical Center
Mulder stood and watched as Doctor Melton did a final examination.
"She's fine-as far as the physical goes."
"Th-the 'physical' ?' Mulder asked. "What does that mean? Are you insinuating something?'
"No, Mulder, he isn't." Scully spoke up. "Can you please just take me home? It's been a hell of a night." Her voice was tired and ragged.
Mulder let out a defeated sigh. He still thought that the doctor was insinuating something more. Physically, she was fine. However, a psychiatrist should check her out as well.
"Sure, Scully. Whatever you want."
She flashed her tired eyes at the doctor. "Am I finished here?"
Melton nodded.
"Thanks," she said as she hopped off the examination table.
Scully walked past her partner with a bit of irritation in her stride. He could already tell this was going to be a long ride back to her apartment.
1:30 a.m. Scully's apartment
It was almost a little too easy to get Scully to fall asleep once he got her home. She had made it to her couch and just passed out sitting straight up.
Mulder had left her there while he went to get her a glass of water, and when he had returned, she was out cold. He put the glass on the coffee table in front of her and laid her onto the couch being sure to cover her up with the nearest blanket.
He quietly crept to the door and had just made it out in the hallway when...
"Mulder!"
He followed his instinct to run right to her. When he got to her side, she was sitting up, appearing to be wide awake, and breathing hard. He sat beside her and hugged her to him.
"I'm here. You're safe." He stroked her hair a bit. "What happened?"
"I...I, um....I'm not sure. I guess I was having a nightmare."
"Wanna tell me about it?" he asked softly.
"No...I'm fine...thanks for bringing me home, Mulder. You can go now."
"Look," he protested. "If you think you'll have trouble sleeping, I can stay here until you do. I mean, Scully, you have had a hell of a night...you really shouldn't be alone."
At this point, Fox Mulder was well aware of the walls that his partner seemed to delight in building around herself. But, to him, she looked like a scared child that just needed to be held and comforted until she was absolutely certain that she would be okay.
Alas, Dana Scully was the type of woman who didn't like to be dependent on anyone for anything. She would never admit to being scared. The look in her eyes and on her face earlier was just some sort of fluke for her.
The fear that was in her voice when she yelled for him just then-that was a fluke for her, too. She really was fine-yeah, right.
Mulder cared for Scully much deeper than their professional relationship. She was his friend and he was hers. It was an unspoken bond.
"Mulder, really. Please go. I'll see you at work on Monday."
Oh, now, this was a whole new issue by itself. She couldn't seriously be considering coming back to work after almost being killed by this psycho?
"Work? You have *got* to be kidding, Scully."
"No, Mulder, I mean it."
"You should take some time off. Recuperate."
"Mulder..."
"Maybe see a doctor..."
She leaned back and glared at him. Confused. "Mulder, I just *saw* a doctor. He said I'm fine."
He hung his head and muttered, almost inaudible, "not that kind of doctor."
She laughed at him-a laugh that had notes of sarcastic amusement. "You're funny. And what makes you think that?"
"The night you have had is bound to leave mental scars on a person. Someone, no matter how strong they are, or pretend to be, doesn't come out of a nightmare like Donnie Phaster unscathed. I mean, even Dr. Melton implied that maybe you should seek mental counseling..."
"Mulder, he did no such thing! He just said that I was physically fine! I'm tired, Mulder! I'd appreciate it if you would leave! I'll see you on Monday!"
Fox Mulder stood and let out a heavy sigh. Maybe he had had a long night himself and was thinking irrationally. It was against his better judgement to leave his friend alone, but he had to respect her wishes. His persistence obviously would not win her over at this exact moment.
"Okay, Scully, I'll go. Call me if you need anything. I don't care what time it is."
And, with that, he was out the door.
*****
Scully put down her glass of water and got into her nice, big, fluffy and cozy bed. Her crisp, clean sheets felt great against her bare skin. She lie there for a few moments trying to drift off to sleep.
Her mind was racing with thoughts of Mulder and thoughts of Donnie Phaster.
Mulder...she was well aware of the fact that he was only looking out for her well-being-as always. But he was reading too much into the visit with Melton. Melton-that was another thing-what did he know? Being a medical doctor, he was in no position to make that sort of judgement.
And then, there was Donnie, who she would just shrug off as an occupational hazard. She had seen and been through far worse than him.
And with that final thought, Scully drifted off into dreamland.
****
Dana Katherine Scully screamed as loud as she could for her partner. He never came to her.
Donnie was closing in on her, to kill her, and he was nowhere to be found.
She could hear the footsteps getting closer...and his voice:
"I know this house like the back of my hand, girly-girl. I'll find you."
Her heart felt like it was racing 100 miles a minute. She was in the closet. Cornered. Like a dog.
She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. The closer he came, the louder it got. It was like something out of a bad horror movie.
She had tried to dial Mulder on her cell phone and had no luck whatsoever.
The closet door opened and her worst fears were staring straight back at her.
Donnie grabbed her by the arm and drug her to the bathroom, but not before bounding her hands and gagging her mouth.
He sat her down on the commode and began to run a bath for her.
"What type of hair do you have? Let's see..." he began to run his fingers through her hair and she let out a whimper as a tear rolled down her cheek.
As he bent over to get a shampoo bottle, she knocked him on the back of his neck as hard as she could with her fist and took off for the downstairs.
She got there in time to see her savior standing at the door.
Her Mulder.
She didn't know how he knew, she didn't care. He was there and that was all that mattered.
She slumped down in a corner, exhausted yet happy.
****
Scully woke up in a daze to see someone lying beside her. She jerked back a bit, thinking it was her attacker.
The body beside her reached over and put his arm around her.
"Shh. It's ok. It's just me." Mulder said sleepily.
"Even in my dreams you know when I need you," she said, feeling safe and cuddling up next to him.
"Are you ok?"
"As long as you hold me through the night."
And, with that, they drifted off into a peaceful sleep.