Forgive the fact I have other stories that I haven't updated in a bit, this idea entered my head and will not leave! Hopefully angsty! If you know me (or my other stories), you know I love the angst. Please review, that's how I know if you want more or not. This takes place around season 7, shortly after Per Manum and it messes with the time fram, assuming that Diana Fowley has only recently died and that our dynamic duo has been romantic for a fairly short amount of time. Hopefully it makes sense!

Not my characters so don't sue me, all I have is a mountain of student loan debt!

Chapter 1

Scully quietly shut the door behind her as she entered the dark apartment. She hadn't thought much about this, but had listened to her emotions and they led her here. She thought for a moment on the fact that she was trying to listen more to her gut rather than her head. She slipped her shoes off and walked quietly toward his bedroom. Once inside, she glanced at Mulder, sleeping with the other pillow curled up to his chest. She slipped her coat off and pulled back the covers, trying not to wake him.

He startled awake at that and jerked the pillow aside. "Scully?" he asked quietly as she paused to look at him. "Are you all right?" He continued. Their relationship was new enough that he wasn't used to her crawling into his bed, and he had the sense within him that the fact that she was crawling into his bed at 3 in the morning meant that something wasn't quite right.

She sighed. "I couldn't sleep, Mulder," she mumbled. "Is this…" she motioned toward herself and the bed. He quickly caught on that she thought he might not want her to invite herself in.

"Yeah, yes, come in," he moved the pillow he'd been clutching and lifted the blankets for her. "To what do I owe this visit?" he said as she got situated next to him. He brought the blanket up to her chin, tucking her in, in a sense. She was lying facing him now.

She pondered her words. She knew he was going out of town tomorrow, or rather, later today, and didn't feel like dropping a bomb on him before he left.

"Is this about…. The other day?" he propped his head up on an elbow. "The other day" was his way of saying "the failure" or "the fact you will never have a child".

"I…. is this really what you want, Mulder?" she asked fairly bluntly. Though she knew he could interpret that a million and one ways.

He looked at her with a confused expression on his face.

"You realize… if we…" She sighed. "Do you want kids, Mulder?" She rushed it out so fast he could barely catch what she said.

He nodded in understanding, contemplating his response.

"Mulder, I know this," she motioned between the two of them, "Is fairly new. I also know if we go much farther without having this conversation it will be a lot harder to go back," she rolled onto her back and looked at the ceiling.

"Scully," he brushed hair off of her face. "I… want you. And if that means no kids, then that means no kids. And like you said, this is fairly new, but that means we have all the time in the world to think about alternatives. You know as well as I do there are other options," he lay down and put an arm around her waist, cuddling up to her. "And honestly Scully, if I can't have those things with you then I don't want them at all," he said as she glanced back at him. Tears pooled in her eyes. He kissed her forehead. "Think you can sleep now?" he wiggled his eyebrows. "Or you need me to put you to sleep?" he inched a hand lower underneath the blankets. She leaned up and kissed him and lay back on the pillow.

"Just hold me, Mulder," she said, unsure if she would sleep whether he did or didn't. She rolled over and he spooned up against her back.

He sighed into her ear. "Sleep, Scully," he said and held her tightly.

To be continued! Sorry it's such a short chapter, but hang in there! There's gonna be a big surprise coming up…. Drumroll J