Inspired by capriciouswrites' "One Hundred Ways to Say 'I Love You.'"
1999 - "Pull over. Let me drive for awhile."
"Pull over. Let me drive for awhile."
She had insisted on driving. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of miles had been logged by them over their six years of partnership, and he had done most of the driving. She had noticed he looked tired earlier that morning as they were preparing to hit the road, so she had settled into the driver's seat, ignoring his protests.
Now, as the Midwest sun dipped below the horizon, it was her who was fighting back exhaustion.
"I'm fine," she told him stubbornly.
"No you're not," he argued, "Scully, you've been driving for over eight hours. It's my turn." He touched her wrist gently, his fingertips sending a chill down Scully's arm despite their warmth. She nodded and pulled off the road. Yawning, Scully pulled the seat belt across her, noting how warm the passenger seat was from Mulder.
After digging in the trunk for a few moments, he slipped into the seat beside her, a blanket in tow. She recognized it as the one that usually lay on the sofa in his apartment. "Here," he offered, smiling.
"Is that for me?" Scully asked.
"Yeah. I brought it in case you wanted to sleep on the way." A smile enveloped Scully's face, and she took it gratefully.
She draped it across her body as Mulder pulled back onto the main road. He fiddled with the radio, and, after finding a station that he liked, began to sing under his breath, his hand on the steering wheel tapping to the beat of the song. Scully's eyelids drooped as she watched him.
I'm chasing monsters with Spooky Mulder. Who would have thought? she mused drowsily. The beginning words to the Backstreet Boys' "I Want It That Way" issuing from the radio barely registered with her before she drifted off to sleep, the car speeding toward their next adventure.
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