There was a knock at the door, so I placed the files on the coffee table and made my way over to my door. I looked through the people hole to find Mulder on my place mat, flashing me a ridiculous grin. I opened the door puzzled at his appearance, he had said goodnight earlier today as I left the office. "Mulder what's up?" I asked still puzzled, he came in and I noticed a bottle of wine in his hands, "Who's that for?" I asked, "uh. Us." He said flashing me another smile. Okay, I thought taking the bottle from his hand and taking it over to the counter. As I worked on the bottle Mulder asked me what I had been working on. I told him all the while my thoughts still focused on why in hell Mulder would come over at such a late hour. I grabbed the wine glasses from the cabinet above the counter and walked back to where Mulder had sit down on my couch. "So seriously Mulder whats going on?"
"I was just thinking," he said taking a drink, "We never really talk much, do we?" he asked, "You mean really talk?" I said wondering where in hell he was taking this, "No, no we don't." "Well whats stopping us?" he said and I closed my eyes. And opened my mouth to answer but I couldn't find a reason. What was stopping us? Was it Mulder's insistent tracking of anything remotely out of ordinary even when off duty? Or was it something else. I looked into Mulder's eyes and I couldn't find a reason. Why? Why haven't we talked or spent time together out of work? We barely talked out of the four years we had worked together. I couldn't help but feel like something was missing, something that maybe tonight we could put in place. So Mulder poured me a glass of wine, and I toasted silently to tonight, hoping it would go well.
I found myself telling Mulder things I never would have. He was sweet, and he listened, he knew just the right things to say, and we drank glass after glass of the bottle he brought, each glass bringing me farther and farther into the decision, that I liked the new side of Mulder I saw, he wasn't paranoid or questioning everything he heard, he was just there for me. And glass after glass we drank. Music played in the background and the fire warmed our toes, the bottle was discarded on the edge of the table, empty.
Mulder looked at me and shifted closer, and closer his eyes caught me, froze me in place. My breath caught in my throat and he leaned in. I closed my eyes and lifted my chin, my heart racing in my chest. His lips barely centimeters from mine when.
BANG!
The door crashed in and in came, Mulder. Mulder. Mulder?! He looked at me confused, at me and… the other Mulder. I looked back at the first Mulder, or the Second. Or the. The Mulder who had been there the longest. My eyes widened and I leaned back into the arm of the couch. A gasp escaped my lips. I shoved him roughly away from on top of me and I stood up, my breath barley catching up. I looked back between the two of them, when Mulder, the one who had drank with me. Turned into… into Eddie van Blundht. "Scully?" the well actual Mulder said to me. I looked at Eddie on my couch and he gave me a little bitter sweet smile.
"I.. uh… I'll be in my room." I said and I locked the door behind me, I sat back against my wall breathing heavily. I heard the muffled voice of Mulder take Eddie away, and I breathed a sigh of relief as the front door shut.I lay in my bed that night, tossing and turning, my heart racing. Mulder? But he wasn't Mulder. I… actually for a moment, had.. had. Been about to kiss Mulder. But he hadn't been Mulder, he was Eddie. The question I kept asking myself as I slipped away to sleep. But had I wanted it to be Fox?