Scully woke up to the sound of someone pounding on her door. Only one person could be here at this hour. She didn't even bother to look through the peep-hole. Scully opened her front door and Mulder almost tumbled on top of her.
"Heyy Scully!" Mulder greeted Scully and stepped inside the apartment. "Are you drunk Mulder?" She already knew but asked anyway. He reeked of alcohol. "I may be..." He stared into space for a second before starting to take his coat off. He dressed in a button down shirt and dark jeans. The shirt had a few buttons undone and his undershirt peeked through. "Do you know what time it is?" She asked him. He brought his left wrist to his face and squinted trying to tell the time. "1am" she answered her own question. "Oh...Did I wake you?" he asked scratching the back of his head. "Kind of." Scully walked to the kitchen. "Sorry." he whispered.
Scully furrowed her brow and turned around to look at Mulder. He was walking to the couch. "Why are you drinking? You don't drink often." It was true, he didn't drink that much. Sometimes the occasional beer but not strong liquor. "I wanted a drink." He leaned his back on the arm rest of the couch and folded his arms on his chest. "You definitely had more than one drink, Mulder." She walked over to the back of the couch and gave him a glass of water. He sat up and took it. Scully took a seat on the other end of the couch and looked at him. "Why are you so dressed up?"
"I ate dinner with Candy." He toed his shoes off. "By your state, It didn't go well right?." "No. It didn't." He propped his socked feet on Scully's lap. "What happened?" Scully asked while she played with the hole on one of Mulder's socks. "She invited me for dinner in her apartment. We ate and drank wine. Then we moved to the couch." Mulder undid the rest of his buttons on his shirt. "We...started to...you know." Scully nodded. "It didn't feel right Scully."
"Mulder, that's what you told me last time." Scully squeezed one of his feet.
"I know, but it just didn't feel right. "
"Then why did you go if it didn't feel right?"
"I wanted to tell her that it wasn't going to work out. One thing led to another and we ended on the couch. We were about to...but I couldn't do it Scully."
"Do you know why?"
"It wasn't with you Scully." He sighed and closed his eyes, Scully bit her bottom lip and tried to find some words.
"You're drunk Mulder." Was the first thing that came to her mind. "I may be, but I had that realization when I wasn't drunk." He was going to sit up but got dizzy in the process. "I think 'm going to be sick." "C'mon. Let's get you to bed." Scully stood up from the couch and helped him get to his feet. They walked to Scully's bedroom. He sat on bed while Scully got a bucket in case he wanted to puke.
"I love you Scully. But I already knew that before. Candy just helped me to realize it. I'm in love with you. Even though we disagree in some things and we have very different opinions, I love you." He rambled. Scully came with another glass of water to keep him hydrated. "I love you so much that...I can't compare it to anything." He took the water and drank it in a few gulps. The next time Scully came from the kitchen, Mulder was fast asleep on her side. She draped the sheets over him and went to bed beside him.
Around 4 in the morning Scully felt Mulder get up and run to the bathroom. She heard him empty the contents of his stomach. Minutes later he came back to bed. "How do you feel?" Scully asked turning to face him. He had undressed to his boxers on the bathroom. "Like shit." He got under the sheets again. "Get some rest." Scully got close to him and drifted to sleep. He sighed with a smile on his face and closed his eyes.
