Mmkay so this is my first ever MSR fic! I hope you all enjoy the first chapter. Let me know if you want me to continue ;)

Dedicated to: My online bestie Lauralea Sharra :]

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Chris Carter, Gillian Anderson, & David Duchovny are geniuses.

This Love Will Take My Everything

Her pale face, almost the color of the crisp white sheets of the hospital bed, looked so peaceful and yet so full of suffering. Covered by a thin comforter, Scully lay there, tubes and wires around her. The steady beep of the heart monitor matched Mulder's steps as he walked slowly towards her bed. He stared down at her. No, he was not reliving this again. The most heartbreaking, scary moment of his life when he didn't know if Scully was going to live or die.

Mulder gently tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, feeling her breathing as he did so. He knelt down beside her bed, taking her cold hand in his and leaning his face on her arm. Feeling her hand and her weak pulse caused all the emotion Mulder had kept inside of him these past few days to come to the surface. He sobbed silently into her hand, hoping to God that he wouldn't wake her. He couldn't bear to be weak around her, especially during this time. He knelt by her bed, feeling completely lost, even as he held her hand that usually felt so comforting. Mulder closed his eyes and felt himself become enveloped by the darkness of the hospital room.

Suddenly, he heard Scully's voice. "Mulder?" Oh shit, he'd woken her up. "Mulder?" she said again. He lifted his head and then found himself blinking in the sunlight. He wasn't in the cold, dark hospital room; instead he was lying on a bed, wrapped in a warm, red blanket and next to him lay a certain redhead that he had just been dreaming about. "Mulder!" Scully whispered again. Mulder blinked his eyes a couple times, trying to wake himself up and noticed he had his hand on Scully's cheek. She was giving him a puzzled look.

God, Mulder thought, even her puzzled expression is beautiful. He smiled at her, stroking her cheek. "Morning," he said.

"Morning," she said, giving him a small smile. She touched his hand that was on her cheek and gently took it in hers, giving it a squeeze.

Mulder moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her. After that dream he had just had, he wasn't ready to let her get out of bed just yet.

"Mm," Scully murmured, nuzzling his neck. "I gotta get ready for work."

"Stay here just a minute more," Mulder said, kissing her cheek and wrapping them tighter in the blanket.

"You know there's no place I'd rather be than right here with you, Mulder, but I have an important day at work today. Today is when I have to prepare the students for their big exam coming up." Scully gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and began to get out of bed. Mulder groaned, propping his head up on his hand and watching her as she slipped on her nightgown, left on the floor from the night before. She went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Mulder rested, thinking about his dream. He could still picture Scully's pale face and just thinking of that made him wish he still had his arms around her warm body. He got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom door. When he got there, the door opened and Scully was there, toothbrush in mouth. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "Mulder," Scully mumbled, mouth full of toothpaste. She spit into the sink and rinsed her toothbrush. Taking a cup from the top of the sink, she filled it with water and rinsed her mouth. Then she turned around and leaned in to give Mulder a kiss. "Okay, now I really have to get to work," Scully said, gently pushing him away. She slipped off her nightgown and went over to the shower, turning it on.

"Mm, I'll join you," Mulder said, dropping his clothes on the floor and following her into the shower.