Title: Sleepwalking

Author: Guera Mexicana

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: The characters of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully do not belong to me, but to the amazing Chris Carter. I write for entertainment only.

Summary: Mulder drags Scully on a case, but her luggage gets lost. What happens next surprises Mulder and he decides to have a little fun.

Chapter 1: The First Night

We stood outside the luggage carousel for almost 45 minutes. All the other passengers had grabbed their bags and left the area barren. "Come on, Scully, let's go check with the lost luggage clerk." We followed the signs down the hall to the lost luggage room.

"Closed," Scully read the sign aloud. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

"I'm sorry, Scully. We'll call them first thing in the morning." I wrote down the phone number and noted the hours for tomorrow. It was my idea to take such a late flight to this small town. I found an old case about werewolves that I wanted to check out and convinced Scully to come along. "Why don't we just go get our rental and head out to the motel?"

"Fine," she huffed in tired frustration. "This one better not be like that last one you found for us. I could feel things crawling all over me for a week."

I led her through the tiny airport with my hand low on her back. I'd always marveled that she allowed me to do this. I thought tough girl Scully would have me in a head lock the first time I attempted it. That seemed like a long time ago. We made it to the motel about 20 minutes later. We found the rooms to be pretty decent for the price. It's not like we had that much of a choice anyways. It was either this or the Blossom Peach we saw on the way here. That one looked worse than the last one I picked. As usual, we had conjoining rooms. Once we found them I said good night to Scully and went inside mine.

I started my routine of brushing my teeth and unpacking a few necessities. My luggage hadn't gotten lost, but all I brought was a small bag and my laptop. I took off my jacket and dress shirt, laying them across the desk chair and heard a knock from the connecting door. Upon opening it I saw Scully looking rather sheepishly on the other side.

"Mulder, I'm sorry to bother you, but do you…" she was fidgeting. "Do you have something I could sleep in?"

My first impulse was to ask why she needed to sleep in anything at all, but I brushed the thought of my partner wearing nothing but a bra and panties aside. Where did that come from? "Uhm, let me see." I pretended to rummage through my bag knowing perfectly well I didn't have a set of silk pajamas for a thin petite woman. I'd have to come up with something, though. I felt really guilty about her luggage. Without thinking I reached for the shirt I had just taken off. "Here, you can wear this." That's not much better than underwear, I thought to myself.

"You sure? Won't you need it for tomorrow?"

"No, I brought an extra. You know me, with my eating habits and all." I had a bad habit of wearing my food.

"Thanks, Mulder. I'll see you in the morning."

She took the shirt from me and I felt her hand gently make contact with mine. I felt a charge of electricity move through me as our hands were united for a brief moment. She shut the door after that and I took off my pants and climbed into bed. Then I turned on the tv flipping channels to find something good.

I'm going to kill him! I thought to myself. It was his fault my luggage got lost. It was his idea to come out to the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. I paced around the room for a few minutes trying to figure out what I was going to do about clothes. We wouldn't be able to do anything until the morning. I was sure that the stores wouldn't open until then so that meant I'd have to wear the same thing I'd just spent wearing for 3 hours on a plane. There have been times that we both had to recycle our wardrobe during cases. One or both of us usually ended up with something all over our clothes or we'd be out on a case longer than expected. The immediate problem occurred to me as I was brushing my teeth using the toothbrush provided by the motel. I was thankful that it had been wrapped in plastic. I admit this place was better than the last one he'd picked and maybe slightly cleaner than those we've had to bear in the past. I was especially thankful that we didn't stay at the one we passed on our way here. What am I going to do about pajamas? I stared at the adjoining door for a long time biting my lower lip. Should I even try? Why would he have something for me? I guess I won't know until I ask.

"Mulder, I'm sorry to bother you, but do you…" keep it together Dana, "Do you have something I could sleep in?"

"Uhm, let me see." He said.

I knew he only looked through his suitcase to buy some time. But I was shocked when he practically threw his shirt at me.

"Here, you can wear this." I noticed a slight look of surprise at himself.

"You sure? Won't you need it for tomorrow?" I didn't want him to look wrinkly in the morning.

"No, I brought an extra. You know me, with my eating habits and all." I smiled nervously, but I knew he had a point.

I thanked him and reached for the shirt he was still holding out to me. My hand lightly brushed his and I felt something combust within me. What was that? I had touched my partner countless times, but nothing like that had ever happened. I took a deep breath to regain my self-control. I started to feel a little jet lag and wanted to get to sleep as soon as I could. I put his shirt on the bed and took off my clothes. When I picked his shirt up again a strong aroma invaded my senses. Parfum de Mulder, I thought. The smell was part cologne and part Mulder. There have been rare occasions when I've smelled pure Mulder; when he hasn't put on any deodorant or cologne. It was incredibly delectable and I knew I would have trouble if I kept this shirt. A craving developed in me because of this scent. It was one I recognized from past experiences. I suddenly felt lonely. It had been years since I'd been in a relationship and this simple reminder was enough to bring those desires rolling back. I'm not sure why I decided to keep his shirt. It was like there was a little devil inside me telling me to give in to the effect it created on my body. I was starting to like it, too. So, against better judgment I put it on and crawled onto the bed. The temperature in the room suddenly seemed to rise; therefore there was no need for the covers. I stared at my naked toes for far too long, wishing sleep would hurry and consume me.

I flipped through the channels stopping here and there to see what was on. Normally I didn't mind watching tv all night, but the cable here wasn't just poor quality, it made for poor viewing, too. After two hours I got pretty tired of it and attempted to look over the case. I was reading over the reports of one of the witnesses when I heard a sound from the door to Scully's room. I looked up and saw her leaning against the doorframe.

My eyes beheld a glorious sight! There she was in nothing but my shirt! Her hair was messy and her hands were down by her sides. She had the sleeves rolled up a couple of times, but her fingertips were barely visible at the end. The top buttons were undone and the collar was spread across her chest revealing more of her than I'd ever seen! I couldn't help but follow the buttons down to see that there were only a few of them holding my shirt on her tiny body. Her exposed legs looked incredible and I had to keep a moan from escaping my throat.

It felt like an eternity passed with her standing there, though. The awkward part was that she didn't say anything. Just as I was about to ask her if she was ok she slowly walked over to me and crawled into my bed. I quickly discarded the papers in my hand. I wanted nothing more than to take this heavenly woman into my arms and make love to her. I have to confess the temptation almost got the better of me and as I moved a strand of hair out of her face I realized she was asleep! Did she just fall asleep that fast? No, the answer became plain as day. She was sleepwalking! But why did she come to me? I wondered. I'd done a research paper back at Oxford about this kind of thing and I am still interested in its mysteries. But here, before my eyes, is evidence that her subconscious led her straight to me!

What does this mean? Does she have feelings for me? One thing I knew, though, was that I shouldn't try to wake her. Studies show that it would be dangerous for her subconscious. The last thing I wanted was for her to live like I have with terrible dreams or insomnia. So, I decided the best thing for her was to let her stay there. But what was I supposed to do about myself? What would happen if she woke up in my room? Do I stay here with her? Do I sleep in her room? I guessed the best thing would be for me to sleep in her room. I wouldn't want her to freak out if I was there when she woke up. I turned out the lights and left my room with Scully lying in my bed. I knew I would have trouble sleeping. These are the moments I really enjoy my photographic memory.

I woke to the sunlight kissing my face and was shocked to find I wasn't in the same room I'd fallen asleep in last night. How did I get here? What happened? Images of Mulder and me flashed through my head. Oh no! What did I do? Did I get drunk last night? No, I didn't have anything to drink. Then why am I here? I sat up looking around the room. Where is he? Then I noticed a little piece of paper on the nightstand next to me.

Went for a run ~ Mulder

What does this mean? I looked to the other side of the bed and saw that it didn't look as though someone had slept there. That also means that there hadn't been any other activities last night. Relieved I got up and become aware of my appearance through the mirror. I was a mess! My hair looked awful, but this shirt made me look sexy! Did he see me like this? First, I was a little scared that he had, and then I thought, What if he did? What did he think? I blushed at the thought of him seeing his partner wearing nothing but his shirt. No, no, Dana. He's your partner! I shook the thought from my head. I needed to get out of here. I saw his little overnight bag and went looking for a comb I could use. When I found it I went back to my room to shower.

I stood outside my room for a few minutes deciding on what to do next. I was hoping she'd be up by now and fully dressed. When I got up this morning I needed to clear my head, but the only thing that helps me do that is running. I snuck back into my room to get my things and saw her again. Thankfully the bottom half of her was covered by the blanket, but I still had trouble looking at the top half. She still looked incredible! She had terrible bed head, but she looked beautiful. How I wished I could see that every morning. Gathering my senses again I grabbed my running gear, went back to her room and left. That was more than an hour ago. To give her extra time I also picked up some breakfast from the lobby.

I knocked on my door, "Scully?" I called out. I waited for a while so that she could have time to run back to her room. I knew she'd be embarrassed by the whole thing. When no answer or sound came I slowly unlocked the door and peered in. She was gone. Secretly I craved to see her there still. I heard the sound of running water and figured she was back in her room taking a shower. What would she do if I joined her? No, Mulder. Don't do that to yourself. I needed a cold shower myself.

After my shower I got dressed and waited for Scully to return. I knew I'd just have to wait here. It wasn't long, though. I heard her knock on the door.

"Good morning, Scully. You're looking lovely." That was weird. She was wearing the same skirt, shirt, and jacket as she had yesterday. Her hair had a little less body, but she still looked radiant.

She didn't say anything for a minute and then, "I had to borrow your comb. I hope you don't mind."

She handed it over to me keeping her eyes low. Oh, she's gonna play this game? Aright, Scully, I can play, too! "You hungry?"

"Yes, very," she replied.

"Good, I picked up some breakfast. Let's have some and look over the case. I bet it will be at least an hour before everything opens up. We can go shopping then."

We spent the better part of that hour discussing werewolves and all the different theories that come with them. She, of course, rejected all of them. I love that about her. This woman certainly gives me a challenge. She called the luggage office and they told her they still didn't know where her bag ended up. They would call once they've located it. Then we went into town looking for a store. I offered to help pick out some things for her, but she quickly declined the aid stating she could handle it herself.

"You should get started on your theory," she said, "I'll meet up with you, later."

It wasn't until lunch time that I saw her again. She was now wearing a grey pant suit with a cream blouse. She was still avoiding my eyes, too. I withheld a laugh at her embarrassment. It had only been a few hours since I saw her last, but the images I saw from this morning and last night were still etched in my brain. I could have died a happy man last night. We were pretending nothing happened. I'm sure she couldn't remember why she ended up in my bed. Oh, I was going to have fun with this!

"Hey, Scully, I never got a chance to say thank you for an amazing night! I don't think I've ever had such a good time."

The look on her face was priceless! Complete and utter surprise! She dropped her fork and nearly choked on the food in her mouth. I couldn't hold the laughter in any longer but before I could let it out I had to excuse myself from the table. After I felt I could continue the charade with a straight face I went back to the table.

"Mulder, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me last night."

I cut her off, "Don't worry about it. You finished? I've got a lead to follow." I stood up not giving her a chance to object.

I have got to find out what happened last night! I'd been walking around this town all morning looking for a decent place to find appropriate work clothes. It was difficult because my thoughts were engrossed by what I woke up to. I'd been asking myself the same questions praying the answer would come. I couldn't remember anything after I got into bed. My bed in my room. How did I end up in Mulder's bed? Did he and I sleep together? Why don't I remember it? It was killing me. When he thanked me for last night I was speechless. But I was so sure nothing had happened.

Now, I'm sitting at this table alone. Mulder just got up to pay the bill. I buried my face in my hands trying to hide my discomfort. If I had to spend the rest of this trip with him I needed to know the answers. I needed to know what I did. What we did. But how was I supposed to find out without hurting his feelings or making him think it was all a big mistake? Was it a big mistake?

"You coming, Scully?" he called from the door.

Without saying anything I grabbed my purse and followed him out the door. Our case was brought back to my attention by Mulder's rambling while he drove. "Werewolves have been reported here for almost 60 years, Scully. I think that's something worth checking out."

"So, you think this is something like Teen Wolf?" I never took any of these to be legitimate.

"Yeah, but Michael J. Fox doesn't live here. I checked."

If I laugh does it mean I'm flirting? This is making me crazy! I looked over to Mulder who was already looking at me. There was something different about him. His eyes were softer and his smile was… Look away, Dana, just look away. I didn't know what was happening to me. Yesterday I would have never thought I'd be looking at my partner with googly eyes. What should I do if he makes a move? Do I push him back making some excuse that we're partners and it's strictly against the rules? It wasn't until last night when I borrowed his shirt that these thoughts and feelings emerged. We have been on many cases together and there was never anything to suggest either of us had feelings for the other. But what about last night? I vowed to stop thinking about this and get back to werewolves. I never thought I'd say that.

We spent the next several hours questioning the residents of the town. From young to old they all had their own story to tell. By nightfall I was exhausted and relieved when Mulder decided to call it a night.