DISCLAIMER: The main characters of this story belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions, and Fox Broadcasting. I am only borrowing them for a short while for my own guilty pleasure. And I am eternally grateful for The X-Files! And the lyrics on this first page belong to The Vamps.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I apologize to my readers for this being only the second story of mine in 3 months. I am a single mother to a three-year-old, on my fourth year of my bachelor's online, and a part time online tutor…so please bear with me if I do not post a new chapter for a day or two. This story will be divided into chapters, unlike my last one (which was kind of short). Hopefully I can try to make this one much longer. ;) Also, reviews from all of you lovely people will give me the stamina to keep going! Anyways, thank you for reading this, and I hope you all like this one too! *hugs*

P.S. Most of my stories will take place around seasons 5 -7. And I did a little research for this, but there are also some things that are just made up, because I don't know everything. ;)

Edited and pulled from the second chapter

Dear Readers,

I received a review from a guest that said my story consisted of offensive stereotypes about lesbians. But considering that my best friend and my older brother are both gay and that I go both ways, I only meant it in the highest regards as the girl's personal preference and style. It's only a story and I was not trying to stereotype lesbians. I only stated that the girl didn't dress girly, but I wasn't implying that she was manly in any way. Tracy's character is supposed to be someone that no one even knows is gay, which is why Scully thinks Mulder is with Tracy, not knowing she is a lesbian. I just wanted to clear that up. I was not trying to offend anyone, nor use any silly stereotypes, for I hate them myself. I know many lesbians, all of them being completely different from each other. This certain character was only described by what she personally liked. Just because she liked beer and basketball, does not mean I was trying to stereotype her sexuality. My sister is straight and likes beer and basketball and does not dress girly. But I also have a lesbian friend just like Tracy, which is whom I based the character off of. So once again, please understand that I was not intentionally stereotyping. I should have made that clearer in the first chapter, and for that, I apologize. I'm still a little rusty.

All I wanna be,

All I ever wanna be,

Yeah, yeah, is somebody to you.

All I wanna be,

All I ever wanna be,

Yeah, yeah, is somebody to you.

Everybody's tryna be a billionaire,

And every time I look at you I just don't care.

Cuz all I wanna be, all I ever wanna be,

Yeah, yeah, is somebody to you.

-The Vamps

February 4th

9:03 am

"God Dammit Scully, why can't you just agree with me for once?!" Mulder snapped as he walked ahead of Scully into their basement office.

"Well excuuuse me if all of your ridiculous theories sound like something out of one of those fake "One hundred-pound baby" magazines at the check-out lanes in grocery stores!" Scully shouted using her fingers as quotation marks.

"Ridiculous theories? Come on Scully, just because you are unable to expand your mind a little, like ever, doesn't mean they are ridiculous!" Mulder huffed and angrily whirled around to face a flushed and very pissed off red head.

"Expand my little mind?!" she growled up at him.

"That is not what I said!" he said lifting his hands up in defense.

"Well that's what you meant!" Scully pouted crossing her arms.

"No, that's what you heard. I'm just trying to say that every time I think we have something here, like a legit X-File, you kick and scream the whole way and don't want to hear it. I don't ever do that to you. I always take what you believe in seriously." Mulder explained in a calmer tone.

"Muuulder, I'm still always right behind you following you to all these places anyways, aren't I? I still humor you and just because I don't agree with you doesn't mean that I don't take you seriously. I just wish you realized how much I actually do for you. I have followed a few steps behind you for the past six years like a faithful pet." Scully said looking a little hurt.

Mulder ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"I just don't understand why you are so mad at me lately. If you feel slighted or something, just say so. Whatever I did to piss you off, I didn't mean to." Mulder said sincerely.

Scully kept her arms crossed and shifted her weight to one side.

"I'm not pissed off. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You seem…different lately-"

"I'm fine, Mulder."

Scully wished he didn't know her so well, because something was different lately. She herself couldn't put her finger on it. She was just really aggravated with Mulder these days. He was different lately also. Ever since he started hanging out with the new agent, Tracy. She hardly ever saw much of him outside of work anymore, because he was always doing something with Tracy. She was a 5'7" long legged brunette. And she could have any man she wanted, but she chose to hang around Mulder. And as beautiful as she was, she never really dressed all that girly. Mulder and Tracy played basketball and drank beer a lot on the weekends. Or was "basketball" really code for something else? She didn't even want to think about it.

Mulder stared at her for a long moment with his hands on his hips and then sighed.

"Alright, okay. I'm just checking." But he was not convinced.

Mulder noticed that Scully had been acting strange the past few weeks. He would invite her to come hang with him and Tracy, his new gal pal. But Scully never wanted to see him outside of work anymore. So he started getting advice from Tracy on certain things. Tracy was just like one of the guys. She loved what he loved, and she wasn't girly at all. He didn't feel weird around her. She understood him and she was the only person he told his biggest secret to. Something he couldn't even tell Scully, because it was about Scully. He figured Scully was just uncomfortable around lesbians or something. And since Scully seemed to want to be alone lately, he figured he would give her some space. She was obviously going through some things that she didn't want to tell him. He had to respect that.

Scully calmly picked up a paper off the desk and scanned through it briefly.

"When do we leave?" she sighed.

Mulder smiled like a little boy on Christmas morning. "Really? We can check it out?"

"Sure. Fine. Whatever. If Skinner approved it, then it might be worth checking out." She rolled her eyes in her head.

"Okay, we leave at three today. Don't worry Scully, I think we do have an X-File on our hands this time. I mean, thirteen people dying in two months from some weird sun burn and an extremely elevated body temperature in the middle of winter is definitely strange."

Scully rolled her eyes for Mulder to see this time. "And where are we going?" She dreaded the answer.

"Baltimore Vermont." Mulder smiled wickedly.

"Oh boy. Well, I better shop for some warmer clothes then before we go." Scully sighed.

"Don't bother. I already took care of it."

"What?" Scully looked at him surprised and slightly annoyed.

"I think you will look fabulous in plum purple winter attire." He winked.

February 4th

3:07 pm

Mulder and Scully boarded the plane and took their seats.

"Plum Purple? Really? You couldn't have gone with just black or something in that vicinity?" Scully whined.

"Hey, your mom helped me pick it out for you." Mulder beamed.

"Of course. I should have known. Mom is always conspiring things with my partner behind my back."

"Well duh, your mom loves me." Mulder chuckled.

"I thought for sure you had Tracy help you pick it out." Scully was glad he didn't.

"Well, I did ask her. But she isn't much of a girly girl and didn't think it was her place to."

Mulder was completely unaware of the annoyed look on Scully's face. And right then and there, she knew it was a mistake to even bring Tracy up. Now he was going to keep talking about her. And that was something she really didn't want to hear about right now. Scully remained silent, in hopes that he would change the subject. But he didn't.

"I'm telling you, you should see this woman play basketball. She beats me every time. But oddly it doesn't make me feel any less manly."

Scully was really starting to feel uncomfortable.

"You really should come hang with us next weekend Scully. I think you two would hit it off. I mean, she doesn't make you feel uncomfortable, does she?"

Scully's eyes widened. "What? No, no of course not. Why would she?" Scully was wondering why Mulder just asked that.

"I don't know. Maybe because she's a-"

"I'm a little tired Mulder. I think I'm going to take a nap, since we have a few more hours to go." Scully interrupted. Please make it stop she thought to herself. She just really wasn't in the mood. But she knew she had absolutely no reason to be grouchy with Mulder. He bought her an expensive snow suit and he was her best friend and partner. They would always have that no matter what.

Mulder looked at her puzzled. "Oh…um, okay."

Mulder was wondering what the heck was going on with Scully? She was definitely acting different. And he knew if he kept asking, that she would probably just completely shut him out. He would have to ask Tracy what she thought about it later. Tracy always knew what was going on. He couldn't help but think that maybe Scully was starting to pick up on him going to Tracy for advice on how to take the next step out of the friend zone. And maybe Scully just wasn't interested in him like that. Maybe this was her way of trying to let him down gently. He had to get his mind off of it for now.

6:30 pm

Windsor County in Vermont

Inn at Weathersfield Bed and Breakfast

After Mulder and Scully rented a car at a little place just outside of the small town they were heading for, they drove around and finally found a little bed and breakfast to crash at until they received more information from the local police station in the morning. They checked in and immediately went to their separate rooms to change and settle in.

20 minutes later Mulder knocked on Scully's door but didn't hear anything after 30 seconds, so he opened the door slowly and peeked his head in.

"Scully? You in here?" No answer.

Mulder opened the door all the way and closed it behind him. Scully was nowhere in sight, until he heard soft whimpers coming from the bathroom.

"Scully? Are you okay?" He whispered, but still no answer.

Mulder walked over to the bathroom door and saw that it was closed and that there was a dim light coming from under the door. He quietly put his ear up to the door and listened. Scully was definitely crying. Should he say something? Should he leave? But she would probably just get mad at him either way. He decided to leave her alone and hoped that maybe she would talk to him about it later. And if she didn't, then he would bring it up. Mulder slowly tiptoed out of the room and went back to his own room.

He plopped down on his bed and turned the TV on. But he just couldn't stop thinking about Scully crying. There was obviously something going on with her that was really bothering her, and that really worried him. They told each other everything. What could she possibly be hiding from him that she couldn't talk to him about? His deep thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

"Come in! It's unlocked!" He shouted.

Scully slowly opened the door and stood silently in the doorway.

"Scully? You okay?" He pulled himself off the bed and walked over to her.

"Yes, I'm okay. Just tired. I was thinking we could go eat at a place on the map called Riverside Restaurant just a few miles down the road, and then turn in for the night."

"Yeah, sure. Let's go." He said softly.

But he just couldn't get over the fact that Scully was keeping something from him. He decided he would ask her about it during dinner.

15 minutes later they pulled up to the tiny restaurant and Mulder turned the car off. They sat there in silence for a few seconds. Mulder looked over at Scully and observed her. She was so beautiful. The sky was clear that night and the moonlight danced off of the white snow and onto Scully's face.

"Scully, before we go in, can I ask you something?" Mulder asked softly.

"Sure?" She looked up at him but her mind was somewhere else at the moment.

"Are you really okay? I mean, is something going on that I don't know about?" He asked concerned.

Scully looked up at him surprised. "Mulder, I told you. I'm fine. I'm just tired lately. Now let's go in and eat." Scully opened her door but Mulder grabbed a hold of her wrist.

"Mulder, what are you doing? Let's just go eat. It's getting late."

"Please don't act like this Scully. I know you better than anyone else. And I'm here to talk or just listen, if you ever need me to." He said reassuringly. But Scully didn't seem satisfied with his generous offer.

She was slowly starting to realize that maybe she was losing him. And now that it was actually happening, she couldn't bear the thought. She knew it was her own fault for always keeping things professional. And she felt like a bitch for being jealous of Tracy. But at that moment, she hated her. She hated that Mulder stopped throwing sexual innuendos her way lately. She hated that she felt so lousy, when she had the best friend in the whole world. And she hated that she couldn't easily relate to him like Tracy could. She never liked basketball. She truly was never really interested in his ridiculous theories. And maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't be in this position right now if she would have just stopped being the "ice queen".

"Scully—"And with that she leaped out of the car and walked as fast as she could into the restaurant. Tears threatening to escape.

Mulder was completely beside himself. Everything felt like it was falling apart lately. He needed to talk to Tracy about this. As much as he wanted to tell Scully what he was feeling, he couldn't. Tracy would know what to do, hopefully. So Mulder walked into the restaurant and put some loose change into a payphone and dialed Tracy's number. He needed to talk about this now. It was killing him.

Scully watched in complete shock as Mulder walked right past her and to the payphone. Was he calling Tracy? She just didn't know how much more of this she could take.

Tracy's voice appeared on the other end of the phone. "Hello?"

"Tracy! It's Fox."

"Fox! Hey bro! How are things going?"

"Listen, I need to talk."

"Oh no. Did she completely blow you off again man?"

Mulder sighed and paused a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. "Yeah. Yes, she-I don't know what the hell is going on with her lately. She was crying in the bathroom and we got in a fight this morning."

"Dude, sounds just like my last girlfriend. A real spitfire like Dana, red hair and all. Hey, maybe she's not into men. Then maybe I'd have a shot with her." Tracy teased.

Mulder chuckled and then sighed. "What am I doing wrong? I feel like I'm the reason she's upset."

"Fox, maybe it's time to tell her exactly how you feel. You'll never know until you find out how she feels. How the hell is she supposed to know that you are in love with her?"

"Trace, I'm a man. Men are complicated. But women are so much more damn complicated. I just don't want to ruin our friendship and partnership. Hell, she doesn't even know that I haven't been with another woman in quite a long time. I think she thinks I get laid all the time."

Tracy sighed. "Man, I'm telling you, you guys are going to have to talk about it eventually."

"I know, I know. Well hey listen, Scully's waiting for me right now, I will call you later?" Mulder shifted his feet and looked over to where Scully was sitting, with her back faced away from him.

"Yeah, sure man. Catch ya later."

Mulder hung up the phone and slowly walked over to the little round table that Scully was sitting at.

"I took the liberty of ordering for you, since you were preoccupied with other matters." Scully said coldly, avoiding eye contact.

God, he needed to say this now and just get it off of his chest. Just do it, Fox. You blubbering idiot.

Mulder sat down across from Scully and pondered for a long moment before speaking.

"Dana. Listen—" Did he just call her Dana? What the hell?

Scully sat there quietly studying the designs on the tablecloth. What the hell was wrong with him? He called Tracy? Probably to tell her how much he missed her. He couldn't get through one day and night without talking to or about Tracy.

Mulder cleared his throat. "Scully…we need to talk." Scully laughed sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

What the hell was that all about? Why was Scully being so cold with him?

"Can we talk, Scully? Please?" Mulder pleaded.

"Shoot. I've been sitting here waiting for you to start, Fox." Ouch.

Mulder groaned. "That's it. Tell me what the hell is wrong with you right now. I can't take this anymore."

Scully could feel her face turning hot and red. "Nothing is wrong with me. Maybe it's you." She huffed under her breath.

"I've had it with you today. You're being an ice queen right now when I'm trying to get something off my chest." He snapped, instantly regretted the words.

Scully's eyes darted up and stabbed him with their icy cold glare. "You promised you would never f*cking call me that." She growled, her eyes stinging with tears.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that—"

"I'm not hungry anymore. I just want to get some sleep. I'll meet you at the car."

And with that she was up and out the door before he could even blink twice. After a few minutes, Mulder got the food to go and sat there for another few minutes before leaving.

The drive back to the motel was so thick with tension that you could cut it with a knife. It was getting fairly late and Scully was completely worn out. She knew she wasn't being fair to Mulder, after all, it's not his fault. He can't help what he feels. She just wished he would at least just stop asking her what's wrong. She needed time to sort things out and clear her head. If she got some sleep, then maybe she would be more accepting to everything in the morning.

To be continued…

Author's Notes:

Alright guys, I think here is a good place to end the first chapter. I promise things are going to finally start picking up from here when they start their X-File search in the snow. Chapter two is currently in progress right this very minute. I want to have at least 5 chapters, but hopefully 10. I will just keep going if I keep getting some reviews regularly between each chapter. Thanks for keeping up so far!