Disclaimer: I do not own these Characters and I do not claim to. They are the property of Chris Carter and Fox. End of story. Also these lyrics are not mine. They belong to one Amanda Marshall.

Loud and startling it came to her ears, tearing in to their peace and sending her eyes flying open. The sound blared from a speaker conveniently placed two inches from her face as she lay sprawled halfway cross her scattered sheets. Covering the ear that was not pressed against the hard mattress with a pillow she slammed her eyes shut once more, her small hand walking over the oak nightstand in search of her alarm clock. Finding it she pried her eyes open and stared at the thick red numbers that flashed across the screen. 4:45. Damnit. She stood stretching, her eyes locked onto the speaker, her mind silently damning it to the depths of hell. Undoubtedly Mulder's work. He always fiddled with her things. He must have changed the alarm to radio instead of its usually blaring pattern of mocking bursts. Shaking the fatigue of sleep from her head she didn't bother to change the station or turn it off. She hadn't listened to the radio in a while, her usual music being that of classical composers. It was a nice break. Stepping into her bathroom she undressed and stretched once more, her eyes meeting themselves in the mirror that sat on the wall before her. Suddenly from the other room the song changed from a loud males voice that seemed to rough and raspy for the singer to be healthy to a soft females voice.

"Where are you living? What planet do you come from? Is there T.V., e-mail or a telephone line? Do you have friends? Or family to warn you when there's trouble? Cause up to now your deaf dumb and blind. This is my line in the sand, this is my last open hand. Can't you read? Cause its written all over my face, it says I love you…"

Her cheeks immediately reddened as her thoughts seemed to fly to Mulder, the red blossoms spreading down her neck.

"It's in Red magic marker."

Her eyes widened and she rubbed at her cheeks with the cold palms of her hands. Shaking her head she climbed into the shower and turned the water on hard enough to drown out the rest of the song.


On her way to work she found herself humming the tune of the song, her thoughts in other places. One very prominent place being that of Fox Mulder; ever since she had heard the song that morning she couldn't keep him from slipping into her thoughts some how. She would think about her mother and comeback around to him, about buying new shoes and find herself wondering if what kind he would like. Did she really feel that way about him? This question alone occupied her mind the rest of the way, her thoughts so concentrated on it that she hadn't realized that she had already arrived at the J. Edger Hoover building and was currently riding the elevator down to the basement. Reaching the office door behind which she was sure her partner already sat she took a moment to assess the situation and her feelings. Her eyes followed and carved into the name plate that was plastered to the door. Fox Mulder. Upon thinking the name for the fifty-umpth time that morning she took in a deep breath and turned the golden door handle.

Sitting with his back to herrested her partner, obviously concentrating on something. She studied his back, the strong muscles that pressed against his shirt as he hunched over, the muscles that had carried her away from disaster; that had held her tight and calmed her on so many occasions she could not distinguish them all. Above him loomed his poster. The words appealing to her in a different sense at the moment; "I want to believe." Suddenly she felt the heat of his gaze on her face and blinked the images that had flooded her mind away.

"Scully?" his eyes flowed about her frame as he looked her over. "Are you alright?" She felt a blush begin to crawl up her neck. Grabbing her suits collar closed around her reddening neck with one hand she waved him off with the other. "Yea, Mulder I'm fine." She hurriedly made her way to her chair that set adjacent to his cluttered desk, her posture and position barely noticeably uncomfortable. Of course he picked up on it immediately. "Are you sure?"

"YES MULDER, I'm sure."

"Looks like someone fell out of the wrong side of the bed…several times."

"I wouldn't have if you hadn't have toyed with my alarm" and made me think of you all morning. Shut up.

"Just trying to add some spice to your life my dear Scully." On that note he turned around and continued his work. Sighing she put a hand to her forehead, her elbow resting on the desk. Can't you read? Cause its written all over my face, it says…SHUT UP….Shut up is precisely what it says now stop thinking about it Scully. Abruptly she stood, deciding she didn't want to bother with this at the moment and would distract herself with a cup of coffee. "I'm going to get coffee you want some?" He grunted and nodded still in an obvious state of extreme concentration. Turning her back to him she stepped from the room, her heels clicking on the hard linoleum floor. He must be working on something important. She concluded to herself, almost forgetting the coffee all together. Stepping up to the brewer her mind still lingered on him.

Absently grabbing for a cup and finally feeling one in her grasp she lifted it to the pot. Her eyes trailed the length of her hand, his strong grip replacing her own as she stared at it, at his strong, long fingers. Their slight roughness masculine in the way of proving his heroisms towards her enemies and all else he had conquered. Did her own belong in their comfort? Her eyes glittered with the thought, his hands smothering her own in his embrace, the smell of him as he would hug her to his chest, shielding her from danger. Could she possibly feel this way toward him? Truly? Was she really in lo-

Her thoughts were cut off as the scolding coffee missed the ceramic cup entirely and splashed against her legs as it hit the floor, the sudden burning of it reaching her brain as she realized the sharp pain that took to the fingers of her left hand. 'Shit!" she dropped the cup to the floor, its shards flung under the counter and over the now coffee tanned floor. She felt all of the eyes in the room shoot to her face, the red of her embarrassment rising to her cheeks for what seemed like the eightieth time that day. Immediately whispers began to sound through the room, eyes falling from her to those of the other occupants of the room. She picked up the shards, not bothering with cleaning up the spilt coffee and went, in a quick stride, straight back to Mulder's office.

Upon returning she was greeted with an odd glare in her direction from her partner. "Uhh Scully..wheres the coffee?"

"Forget it." she sighed, sliding once again into her chair, her mind tossing and turning.


The rest of the day seemed to creep by slowly; Mulder's back turned to her almost the entirety of the day.Finally he turned to her, his gaze landing on her face. She seemed to be in a daze, a dream. He watched her expressions as they flashed across her face, first deep thought then a sort of confusion. Suddenly her hand moved to her lips, her forefinger resting on her upper lip, bending slightly over the curve of it, the others following close behind as though in a loose fist. Her thumb sat tucked neatly under her chin. She raised an eyebrow to herself as her hand remained, then a light blush spreading across her once pale cheeks. "Uh Scully?" she looked up, eyebrow still raised, blush rising. "Umm." She cleared her throat.

"Yes Mulder?"

"I believe it is time for us to hit the road."

"Huh?"

"Its time to leave. The work days over, go home, catch the train, Hail a ca-"

"I get the point Mulder." She snapped at him, only making his amusement ignite further. She stood and stretched her legs, pops sounding from the joint disuse. "What were you working on anyway?"

"Oh just a recent case, the usually stuff; ghosts, goblins, vampires and all that jazz." He smiled sheepily at her.

Her heart fluttered. She had thought about him the whole day and had finally come to a decision about her feelings. Walking towards him she stood, tiptoed in her high heels and planted a quick and light kiss on his cheek, immediately turning around and walking from him, taking her coat from its stand and leaving the room. If she wouldn't have been too embarrassed and pleased with her actions to look back she would have seen his look of tender, invigorated confusion.

A/n: this is my first X-files fanfic so please, be harsh, but not rude. I would very much like to know what I may improve upon without being offended. Thank you for reading and more is to come!