A quick one shot, no copy right intended. Set around season six.
Scully and I had been on stake out for about two hours. There was absolutely no movement in the house. But, I was almost certain that the killer would return to the scene of the crime. We were on a tough case, chasing after multiple leads. It was fine with me, because I am an optimistic insomniac. I don't sleep anyway. But, Scully, was unbearable when she was sleep deprived. Her snarky comments, eye rolls, and irritableness, were getting real old.
About an hour into the stake-out, she passed out on my shoulder. I tensed up for a second, hoping she wouldn't wake up and realize she was sleeping soundly on my shoulder. She'd be pissed at herself, then blame it on me. However, I suddenly realized, my partner was finally getting sleep. If I was quiet and let her sleep, maybe she'd be a bit more pleasant. So, I decided to risk it all and not make a peek.
Most partners would be pissed if the other one passed out on a stake out, especially on their shoulder. But, Scully and I were different. Our titanium bond and platonic relationship- well mostly platonic, made us comfortable with one another.
When she started to lightly snore, I smiled to myself. She was adorable. I loved every minute of it. It was even better when she started to drool. That's when I knew she was out for the count. I finally relaxed and zoned out myself. I allowed myself to gaze, yes gaze, at Scully.
She was absolutely gorgeous. Her alabaster skin was the perfect contrast to her auburn hair and dark lashes. Not to mention her full, cheery red lips. Red was a brilliant color on her, I realized. One word to describe her would be red.
The color red was a symbol for so many things. Rage and love were the two main symbols, I thought. Two opposite things, but for Scully, they meshed together perfectly.
Her fiery personality, yet her undeniable heart of gold and loveable attributes. She was incredible. She was the whole package. She was everything a man looked for, and she was mine. We hadn't made it official, but that's why all the men at the bureau hate me. I had Scully and they didn't. She wanted me, not them. She stood by me, for me, and with me. Everything she did was for me.
That epiphany had me in a huge grin. It was never more clear. She was mine and I was hers. It was that moment that made me realize, I would never be alone again. I'd never love anyone else. I'd never need anyone else.
"Why are you smiling, Mulder," she caught me.
"Uh, I just had a mind alter discovery," I said cryptically.
"Oh, does it have anything to do with the pointlessness of this stake-out," the irritability still remained in her tone. Clearly not enough rest.
"I wouldn't say it's all been pointless, but you're not completely wrong," I smiled again.
"Are you going to tell me or make me solve your riddle," she was getting annoyed.
I just looked down at her, deep into her depths. I leaned down and kissed her nose. She took in a sharp breath, but quickly regained her composer. The next thing she did surprised me. She didn't slap me, but she smiled.
"Oh," she said just knowing my epiphany.
"You're adorable when you are in a deep sleep, Scully," I broke the ice.
Shrugging me off, she spoke up. "Well, he is clearly not coming back. Should we just call it a night and go home?"
"You have no arguments from me, partner," I teased.
"Well, take us back to my apartment, Mulder. You can even come in for some ice cream and coffee."
"Scully," I cooed.
"I've been waiting on your epiphany for awhile, Mulder. It's about damn time."
I was in shock. There wasn't much I could say, so I just shut my mouth and drove. Talking would probably blow this beautiful moment. Instead, I reached over and grabbed her hand, taking us back to her apartment. See, not a pointless stake out. Someday I will find an appropriate time to gloat about this one. For now, though, I am going to bask in the moment.