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Summary: Mulder FINALLY admits his feelings to Scully after she gets over her cancer. Everything goes great for about five months when she gets a call from Bill who at the time is in Maine. His wife, Tara, and their children, Mathew and Carrie have been in an AWFUL car accident. Mulder convinces Scully that he shouldn't go because it was a "Bill thing" and Bill didn't like him. While up there Scully finds out some good news and some bad, but can't tell Mulder because she's snowed in and the phone lines are dead. Will she get to tell Mulder about the good before the bad happens?

A/N: In case you're wondering, this is NOT my way of blowing off the "new and improved" All for me, okay. It just came to me and if I didn't write it I would forget it and I think that it's pretty dang good if you ask me. lol anyways please Read and Review. Also it's set like after her cancer... so...yea

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I wake up surprised at my nakedness. I try to get up to get my robe, but when I go to get up my head begins to pound. I end up crawling back into the warmth of my covers. I had concluded that I must have, at some point in time last night, got drunk. Just as I was trying to figure out where or why I was drunk, nature called. I got up and immediately my head began pounding. I got my robe and threw it on, and then finished my journey on the way to the bathroom. The door wouldn't close because a shoe was in the way. I kicked it out of the way and then sat down. After feeling a lot better from relieving myself, I realized the shoe I kicked out of the way was a man's shoe. Well now, that explained the nakedness. Then a pang of pain and fear shot through me. It probably wasn't Mulder. I mean I know we're not married, we're not even dating, but I would still feel bad about sleeping with anyone else. What if Mulder found out? Oh my this was bad. I finished up and went opened my bedroom door prepared to see who exactly it was. To my great surprise there was Mulder. On my couch, drinking my coffee, watching my TV. I closed my eyes, out of relief and in a vein attempt to shut the light out. The room darkened a little. I opened my eyes to the now dimmer light which wasn't as bad. Mulder had closed the curtains and turned off all the lamps leaving just enough light filtering in, in between the curtains for us to see. I folded my arms and leaned on the door frame closing my eyes once again. I opened them when I felt Mulder's hands slip into the pockets of my robe from behind.

"Hey sleeping beauty."

I smiled and leaned back into him.

"I thought you'd never wake up."

"Maybe you should have kissed me."

He smiled into my hair and then turned me around to look at him. There must have been a pretty painful look on my face.

"How bout some aspirin?"

I smiled and shook my head but stopped when it began to pound again. Mulder steered me to the couch where I curled up against the armrest leaning my head on my hand. I closed my eyes and sighed. Mulder came in with a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.

"Here."

I opened my eyes and took them then handed him back the bottle and the half- filled glass. He put them in the kitchen and came to sit next to me. His hand fell on my back and he rubbed it like my mother did when I was little and didn't feel good. I smiled again not daring to speak for fear of ruining the peace. We didn't need words though. After a while, the aspirin started to kick in and I felt MUCH better. I sat up and cracked my neck to either side. I looked over in time to see Mulder cringe. I know he hates that because I see him cringe when Skinner's secretary does it. I smile briefly at him. But not see brief that he doesn't catch it.

"See not every hang over has to be bad."

I smiled and he leaned in to kiss me. It was a quick kiss, our lips brushed for like a second, but as soon as we broke apart, I got to look into those beautiful eyes of his. I love his eyes. I love the way they change color to express how he feels even if he never does. Green usually means he's far off thinking about something, forest green is reserved for when he is pissed off. Thankfully, I've only seen forest green a few times, and only once it was directed at me. My second favorite are his blue and green swirls, that's usually when he wants to joke around or if he wants to in his words "be naughty." However, my ABSOLUTE favorite are the light green with a blue haze. That's usually what his eyes look like just before we kiss or when he's telling me how much he loves me. His eyes are like a window that's hidden behind a bush. If you know the window's there you can look right into his soul. Light green eyes, with a blue haze, my favorite.

"So anyway why are you so cheerful?"

"Well see I ran into this girl last night at a bar."

"Really, was she cute?"

"Yea, see I've known her a while. I've loved her ever since I met her. Never had to guts to tell her."

I quirked an eyebrow at him and he smiled.

"Anyone I know?"

"Maybe... maybe not."

"What's her name?"

"Dana."

"Dana huh? What a coincidence."

"Yea... it's a very common name I hear."

I punched him lightly in the arm and he pretended to be hurt.

"Get dressed."

"Why?"

"Surprise"

He flashes one of his smiles that I love so much but after I quirk an eyebrow it turns into a devilish grin. God, I love his smile, his eyes, his pouty lips, his hair, everything. I have a back titled "Mulderisums." It's where I write down all the things I love about Mulder and some have pictures. I pick up the Polaroid that lays down on the night stand. I sneak out into the living room and make sure he sees me. He does the grin again because I am in nothing more than a T-shirt and snap a shot fast enough to catch his grin. I smile satisfied and then retreat to my room to finish getting dressed leaving a dumb struck Mulder sitting on my couch. I tape the picture into my book and write "Mulderisum number five: devilish grin" next to it. Mulderisum number one is his eyes, two is his smile, three is how one lock of hair falls over his face (I just wrote hair though), and for four I have him laughing. I plan to fill my book, probably will. I stuff it back into the night stand and continue getting dressed. I put on a pair of black jeans and a plain blue T-shirt. I walk into the living room and I'm surprised to see Mulder has changed. He must have left earlier this morning because he has a bag sitting next to the couch. He must see where my eyes are going because his smile leaves his face and it is covered with worry.

"I hope it's not intruding or presumptuous."

I smiled up at him and stretch as far as I can to give him a quick kiss.

"Never."

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I hope u like ^_^ and review ^_^ FYI all through out this story Scully keeps writing/ putting pictures in her Mulderisums book. (hence the title)