-AWAKENING-

She woke up, with a silent sigh, in the middle of the night. Looking around she found herself on Mulders couch in his so familiar tiny apartment. She remembers a very deep conversation with her partner after he was away for about 2 days. He was thrilled by the things that had happened to Scully. She smiled thinking of his excitement.

She looked down, seeing herself wrapped into an old blanket, her feet still on the coffee table. They didn't even touch alcohol, but she fell asleep within seconds. Again she didn't had the chance to thank him for being such a kind partner, she was always welcome, just as he was at her home.

Scully heard an interesting noise out of Mulders bedroom, snoring. And then he began to talk in his sleep. At first it was just some sounds coming out of his mouth, then he spoke understandable words, but too quiet for her to understand. She suppressed a laughter and got up from that comfy couch, sneaking to his slightly opened bedroom door.

„No. You have to believe me, trust me." then silence. ‚I wonder what you're dreaming about.' she asked herself. Again he mumbled, then with more power in his voice: „You son of a bitch, don't you dare touching her!" a rustle, again silence.

A few minutes passed by and Scully decided to crawl back under her blanket, it must have been 2 a.m. already. She was halfway through the living room when she heard his screaming. She made a jump and looked around, ready to fight. Another scream.

„SCULLAAAAY! NOOOO!"

Scully rushed into his room, her gun in her hand. Mulder was sitting up right in his bed, he looked scared to death.

„Wooa, Scully, put that thing down, I almost peed myself! What are you doing in my bedroom, not that I'd mind you in my bedroom but, hell, don't you point that LOADED gun on my face! What is wrong?"

Scully slowly lowered the gun.

„I... I... I heard screams, you... you were calling my... name, I ... Thought..." She shook her head to get her thoughts straight and put her gun aside. „Is everything alright with you, Mulder?" moving towards his bed, checking him up by just looking at him. He looks sweaty, pale withe and exhausted. Maybe he's getting a cold. „You were dreaming, right?" He just nodded. Scully reached the bed and sat down, grabbing his hand.

„I have that some times, some nights a terrible. But thats ...ok, I have to deal with it. It's a part of my life now, a part of me. People like us... You know, I'm sure it was written somewhere in the job description." He looked straight into her eyes whilst talking to her. Scully looked sheepishly.

„Sorry I almost shot you." He laughs softly, rubbing his thumb over her tiny hand.

Even in the darkness he can see her little smile.