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Title: Dreams
Author: Lark
Email: theagents1013@yahoo.com
Keyword: MSR
Rating: G
Spoilers: None that I can think of!
Disclaimer: Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, as well as The X-Files, all belong to the Great One who enjoys messing with our heads a great deal, as we can all see by the season finale. ::tucking head under both arms:: DON'T SUE ME!!!

Author's Note: Well, hello out there to all you readers!! This is my first semi-successful fanfic...I've tried a few others, and much to my dismay, I find that Microsoft doesn't like me and has destroyed two of my first works. But ah well. Such is life. So, I took it all as a sign and wrote up this little thing. Hope you all enjoy it, and feedback would be much appreciated...go easy on the flames, though, please!! Death to Diana Fowley!! If you hate 'shipper, stop reading NOW. :) ;) :Þ


"Dreams"


"Oh Mulder...I love you..." "I love you too, Scully...always remember that and never doubt it." "Never..." She leaned in closer to him, pressing her mouth to his with a ferocious passion that was also somehow gentle and sweet. He felt complete and utter happiness; happiness that he hadn't felt for such a long time...everything was perfect, just the way it was meant to be...As he kissed her with matching strength and passion, she suddenly broke away...

And he woke up. He checked his clock: only 2 AM, and once again he had fallen asleep in front of the TV while some hot and heavy picture flashed across the screen. It really was the only way he was able to sleep anymore. All's he could think about was her-his Scully. He didn't need any dream to tell him that. The only good thing about the dream not being reality was that it had replaced the others-the horrible nightmares that left him bathed in cold, sweaty terror and with the vague feeling of being lost. So now, every night, instead of dreaming of all his loved ones being taken away, he dreamt of a kiss that would never happen, especially with the person he wanted and loved most. He always woke with a feeling of unmeasured joy, and then sank deep into the knowledge of the damned. He knew that it could never be, but there was always that hope there, and Mulder was not a man who hoped for anything. This night was no different than the rest: he would sit awake, probably until dawn, just thinking. Thank goodness tomorrow was Saturday. He wouldn't have to face another day of work after not sleeping. **********

Scully sat awake in her bed. She just couldn't sleep for some reason. Usually she only felt like this when there was something wrong with her partner. As this thought came into her mind, she allowed herself to keep thinking about him. Usually she was so careful not to let herself indulge in too many thoughts of Mulder, for fear of slipping up one day and telling him exactly how she felt about him. That was something that she wouldn't allow herself to do until she was good and ready. She continued her dreaming for a bit, wondering what it would be like to kiss him, finally, and then let her train of thought take her away. She had such passion for him, and wondered when she would be able to do something about it. She had no idea exactly what to do, considering that she had never felt quite this way for anyone. Scully and Mulder, Mulder and Scully Forever...this was the sing-songy little teen-age phrase that she kept repeating in her head. Looking over at her alarm clock, and seeing that it was approaching 2:30 in the morning, she decided it was time to do something after all. The way things were going, she wasn't going to sleep, anyway, so why not do something productive? **********

Mulder stood up, walked to the kitchen, and filled a glass with water. He really couldn't sleep, and he wondered how long it would be before he spilled his guts to her and said everything he had been dying to say. He stood leaning over the sink, water in hand untouched, and decided he was tired after all. The real reason he didn't want to sleep was because he didn't want to dream anymore that night. No nightmares, and no Scully-dreams, either. Enough was enough-he wanted sleep, and even though there was no denying that he wanted his partner more, he knew that there wasn't much he could do about it. Sure, he made all his passes at her, careful to veil them as jokes and simple flirting, and he hoped she had taken them as a little bit more, but then, he couldn't be sure. He drank some of his water, and went into his bedroom, sighing all the way there. **********

Scully had gotten herself up and dressed and was now wondering what, exactly, she was doing. Driving along the highway at nearly 3 in the morning was just crazy. So what if it was a weekend? She was tired, and the idea of dropping by his place had seemed perfectly normal and justifiable before, but now she wasn't so sure of herself. What would she do when she got there? What if he was sleeping? Worse, what if he was watching one of the movies that weren't his?? Oh, God....what am I doing? She was about to turn around and head back to her place, but then realized that she was two minutes away from him already. Well, I don't have to go in or anything. I'm just going to make sure he's okay, and then I can turn right around and go home. Telling herself this made her feel better, so she continued on her way, even though she knew that she was not going to just leave. After all, she did have his keys.

She pulled into the parking lot near his building. After casting a furtive glance around her, checking for his car while she was at it, she walked calmly to the front door. As she made her way up to his floor in the elevator, she began to realize just how nervous she was. Stupid, she thought. It's just Mulder. But she knew that he was not just Mulder, he was the man she loved with all her heart and soul, and more, the one whom she trusted with both. Even if she was just walking in there to tell him this and then leave, she was here, and there was no turning back. She reached into her pocket for the keys to his door, and quietly turned the lock. She stepped inside, and took a look around the living room. He wasn't asleep in the armchair like she expected, so she wandered quietly into his bedroom. What she saw touched her heart and she knew she had done the right thing. Mulder lay curled up on one side of his bed, his face to her, sleeping like a baby. She thought she could just make out a trickle of a tear on his cheek, and nearly cried herself. She wondered what he had been upset about, and went to him. She lay her hand on his face and leaned in close to kiss him on his soft mouth.

Oh no, not again, he thought. It just wasn't fair. Why did it always have to be a dream?? Why couldn't it be real for once!? He continued with his thoughts, kissing her back with passion like he always did. Except the stunned gasp that he heard from her had not been in the dream before. And this time, when the kiss finally broke off and he opened his eyes, it was not blank darkness that greeted him. Instead what he saw were two luminous blue eyes staring straight into his.

"Scully? What are you doing here?" He sat up, a confused glint in his eyes.
"I came because I couldn't sleep, Mulder. I have something to tell you..."
"Well, go ahead. You know I'm always here for you."
"Oh Mulder...it isn't that easy...I mean, how do I tell you something that I've kept hidden from you for so long??
He felt a sudden bolt of panic, wondering what was so horrible that she had felt a need to hide it from him. In his half-dazed, not-quite-awake state, he wondered what all this had to do with the very-real kiss that they had just shared, if anything. "Well, Scully, I guess you should tell me in whatever way you can, because I'd really like to know."
"Well....how do I say this to you? Okay, I'll start like this: Mulder, we've worked together for a long time. We've been through a lot together, and there is no one who I trust more with my life. That includes my soul, and...and my heart."
"Scully...I don't quite understand...your trust means so much to me, and you know you have mine, all of it. But clarify that a little more for me. Is that what you came all the way here to tell me?"
"Yes, Mulder...that and...Oh Mulder, I love you so much. You must know that by now. That's what I mean. There is no one I trust more with any aspect of my life, and that includes my love."
He was taken aback for a small second. Those were the last words he expected to hear out of her mouth. But since she had finally broken the ice, had finally torn down the very last wall that had separated them for such a long time, he knew that he owed her his feelings as well. "Scully...I love you too...never doubt that for a second. You have been the one person in my life whom I know I can trust with the same things you trust me with. You are the best friend I've ever had, and I've loved you for so long, I can't even remember when it started. I never meant anything so much as when I told you that you make me a whole person, because you do. I will always need you by my side."
"Mulder..." But her words were swallowed up as he pulled her to him for another kiss.
"Scully...do you know how long I've dreamt of that?"
She smiled at him. "Not nearly as long as I have, G-man." She was grinning at him now, a mischievous light in her eyes. "Does your dream ever go farther than a kiss?"
"Oh, you're a wicked woman. What else, exactly, have you dreamed about?"
So she showed him.




End.

"For if I quit now, they win." -Dana Scully
"Prison, Scully...your cellmate's nickname is Large Marge...she's gonna read a lot of Gertrude Stein." -Fox Mulder