Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the X-Files, but I sure would love to.

Summary/Description: Scully comes over to Mulder's apartment very late/early in the morning, and she's very worried, but won't tell Mulder why. What's going on with her? And will Mulder be able to fix whatever the issue is?? You'll have to read to find out. :)

(And This takes place probably around season 6 or 7, just so you know.)

Okay... This is going to be a multi-chapter story, but I'm very much making it up as I go, so hopefully I don't run it into a hole. I hope you enjoy it:

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Mulder flipped through the channels on his television. As usual, at 3:30 in the morning, nothing was on. Though he had no good television to entertain him, and he was quite tired, he still could not fall asleep. He glanced down beside him. Leaning against his left shoulder was his work partner and best friend, Dana Scully. She had, for some unknown reason, felt as though she was not safe at her own home. Therefore, she went to the place where she felt safest: Mulder's apartment.

He couldn't fathom what could have scared her so much, but she was very reluctant to tell him anything. Was there a threat? Had she seen someone watching her? Had someone done something to maker her feel as though she was being stalked or might be a target for some horrible attack? He didn't know, but he did know that he wanted to do whatever he could to make sure she was safe, and to make sure she felt that she was safe with him.

She had come to his apartment an hour earlier:

"Scully? What's wrong?" Mulder asked, as he opened the door. He hadn't been asleep, as he had been trying to figure out a case, but the case seemed far less important when he saw the almost frantic look in his partner's eyes. Scully stared into his eyes for a moment, looking as though she was deciding what to say, "Scully, come on... What is it?"

"Mulder..." she began, "I... Mulder... would you mind if I stay here tonight?"

"Of course you can stay here, Scully," Mulder replied, "what happened?"

Scully looked worried. She opened her mouth to speak, but then stopped herself. She walked over and sat down on Mulder's sofa and looked up at him as he still stood.

"Scully, what's wrong?" Mulder asked again, "you need to tell me, okay?"

Scully shook her head, "No... nothing's wrong," she said. Mulder could tell she was lying. Why would she have come to his apartment at 2:30 in the morning if nothing was wrong?

"Why are you here then?" Mulder asked, "you just got bored while you were sleeping so you thought you'd come by for a mid-sleep visit?"

Scully frowned, "never mind; I'll just go," she said, starting to stand.

Mulder quickly stopped her, "I'm sorry. Please don't go, Scully. If you don't want to tell me why you're scared, you don't have to. You can stay here, but maybe in the morning you can fill me in on what's going on?"

Scully nodded and leaned back on the sofa, "I don't know if I'm going to be able to sleep. I'm not tired at all."

"Well, we'll find something on t.v. if that's okay with you," Mulder suggested.

Scully nodded, "just as long as it's nothing X-rated," she joked, smiling at Mulder.

Mulder flipped through the channels until he found a show where a man was talking about the truth behind the Roswell UFO stories. Mulder started getting quite engrossed in the show. By the time the commercials started playing Scully was quite asleep.

A while later the show was over, Scully was asleep, and Mulder couldn't sleep. How could he? Was his partner in some sort of danger? And what could it possibly be that was so horrifying that she wouldn't even tell him?

He looked down at her still form next to him. She was so beautiful. She meant more to him than anything in the world. No matter what, he knew that he would do anything to ensure her safety. He carefully stood from the sofa, gently laying Scully down on the sofa rather than against his shoulder.

He looked down at her. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a t-shirt that he had left at her house one day. It was far too big for her, and seeing her wearing it made him smile. She obviously hadn't planned on coming to Mulder's house or she wouldn't have been dressed like that. In addition to the t-shirt and pajama bottoms, she wore slippers. She must have left her apartment in a hurry...

Scully shivered slightly. Mulder frowned and pulled a blanket off of the back of the sofa and covered Scully with it. Her features looked worried though she was very sound asleep. The worry in his partner's face made Mulder angry. He wanted so badly to know why she was so upset. For the time being, however, she didn't want to talk about it, and the best Mulder could do for her was to be there for her, right now, and to make sure that she was safe from whatever she was afraid of.

Mulder looked down at Scully one last time and then walked over to his window and looked outside. It was morning, but still too early for the sun to have risen. However, due to the street lights, Mulder could see someone standing on the sidewalk across the street from his apartment. Whomever it was seemed to be looking at his building, but not particularly at his apartment.

Mulder looked at the shadowy figure as he or she stood there for a few minutes and then got into a taxi and left. Though the figure looked suspicious, it surely wasn't involved in whatever was going on with Scully.

It was getting closer to sunrise, and Mulder was becoming increasingly tired. He needed to stay near Scully, but he also needed to sleep. After he caught up on a bit of sleep he could try to get Scully to tell him what was going on. She was sleeping anyway, so he might as well get some sleep as well. He laid down on the floor in front of the sofa and fell asleep within a few minutes.

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Wooo Hooo... it's 4:15am, and I cannot sleep still...

Okay... Even I don't know what's going on in this story... But I'll decide, and maybe I'll let you know in an upcoming chapter. Please review. I'll feel more inclined to update sooner if I know that people are reading this and enjoying it. :) Have a great day/night, or whatever sort of thing is going on where ever you are whenever you read this.