Scully closed her motel room door, leaning against it as she shivered. Cold enough outside without the sudden surprise downpour as they had stood in the cemetery, she was now soaked through and in desperate need of a shower to warm up.

Turning her heater on high, she shivered again as she went into the bathroom. Stripping down as the water warmed up, she looked at her reflection and shook her head. Stepping into the shower, she sighed with relief as the warm water hit her chilled skin.

Washing twice and staying in until the water began to start cooling, she got out and dried off, then wrapped the thin towel around her body.

"So much better," she said, wiping the steam from the mirror.

Taking another towel down, she squeezed the water from her hair somewhat before running a brush through it and then wrapping it in the towel.

Opening the bathroom door, she was hit by a wave of freezing air, causing her to gasp and step back, closing the door again.

"Shit," she whispered, shaking her head. "Goddamn it."

Sighing, she opened the door again and hurried to her suitcase, getting dressed as she whined and shivered.

Standing in front of the heater, she tried to fix it, thinking maybe she had done something wrong. No matter how she turned it or set it, the air was freezing.

"Shiiiiit," she said, shivering as she closed the panel and went to the phone.

Ten minutes later, after Darcy's father, who was working that evening, had come to look at the heater but was unable to fix it, she stood in front of Mulder's door and knocked. Her hair was still slightly damp and she shivered in the cold air. Her fingers felt nearly numb against her lips as she attempted to warm them.

The door opened and he looked at her with wide eyes.

"Hi," he said and she sighed.

"My heater's broken."

"Oh. Is it now? In the room that you so carefully chose when we arrived? That heater broke?" he asked with a smile.

"Mulder," she said, shivering again. "Yes, okay? It did. Can I please come in?"

"Of course." He opened the door further and stepped back to let her enter.

"Oh, it's so warm in here," she said, standing in front of his heater and holding out her hands with a contented hum as she closed her eyes.

"Are they working on fixing it?" he asked as the door shut and she shook her head.

"No. They said they'll have to call someone about it tomorrow. Can I turn this up a little?"

"Sure," he said and she opened her eyes, setting the heater to eighty.

"Not for long, but just a bit. I know you run hot."

"You coming onto me?" he joked and she laughed softly as she shook her head. "Make it as warm as you like. I can lose some layers if I need to."

"Okay," she said with a smile.

"Although, if you wanted to get me naked, all you had to do was ask. Breaking your heater to come over here… that's going pretty far."

"Shut up," she said with another laugh, looking at him over her shoulder. He smiled and shrugged. "I just need to warm up a bit and then I'll go back to get my things for the night."

"Oh, you're moving in?" he teased.

"You said that we'd have to share if something happened," she reminded him, raising her eyebrows. "I'm simply taking you up on that offer. Especially as there isn't another room available. I already asked and they're completely booked up."

"Yeah, I suppose that's fine then."

"Oh, how very kind of you," she said as she rolled her eyes. "I'll go back over to my room when I have feeling in my fingers again."

"Stay," he said with a smile. "I'll go get your things."

"You don't have to do that. I can go."

"Stay," he said again. "It's fine."

"No, I can do it and… God, I left my coat on the bathroom floor. I was going to hang it up."

"Scully. I got it," he said. "It's the least I could do to welcome you into my humble abode. Mi casa es su casa. Or no wait… what's the Spanish word for room?"

"Mulder," she said with a scoffing chuckle.

"Whatever the word is, the place is yours. Besides, your hair is wet for god's sake, Scully. And you're only wearing those thin pajamas. In fact… here." She turned towards him and watched him take off the hooded sweatshirt he was wearing and hand it to her, leaving him in black sweatpants and a dark gray henley. "Put this on."

"No. Mulder…"

"Yes. It's warm, you're cold."

"But-"

"Scully… put the damn sweatshirt on."

She sighed and took it, putting it on and staring at him.

"Happy now?"

He looked her up and down and smiled with a nod.

"It fits you perfectly."

She snorted as she dropped her arms to her sides and the sleeves hung far past her fingers.

"Yup. Perfectly."

"Hey, when you're short…" He shrugged and grinned as she narrowed her eyes. "I'll go get your things and be right back. Key?" She handed it to him and smiled.

"Thank you."

"Stay here. Warm up. I'll be back." He slipped on his shoes and opened the door with a nod, closing it as he stepped outside.

"Hmm," she hummed, turning back to the heater and pushing the sleeves up to put her hands out again to warm them. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes, the comforting scent of Mulder all around her.

He must have recently washed the sweatshirt as it smelled like a mix of his laundry detergent and the scent that was unique to him. His Mulder scent that she would know anywhere; a combination of his body wash, cologne, and him.

Pulling the hood up, she held the fabric to her nose and breathed in with a smile. God, he smelled good. Her cheeks flushed and she turned the heater down, now feeling warm.

She walked to the small table in the room and looked down. The pamphlet Flora had given him was there, along with the files about the missing men, and a notebook Mulder had been writing in, attempting to connect the dots to everything.

She went into the bathroom to use the hair dryer, shaking her head at his tube of toothpaste lying on the counter and squeezed from the middle. Unable to stop herself, she fixed it, making it less chaotic.

Taking the hair dryer off the wall, she pushed the hood back and began to dry her hair.

Mulder appeared in the doorway, her wet coat on a hanger a couple of minutes later. He shook his head as he hung the coat on the shower rod to dry overnight.

"It's absolutely freezing in there," he said over the sound of the hair dryer and she shut it off with a nod, picking up his brush and pulling it through her hair.

"Exactly why you've gained a roommate."

"Let me get your toiletries for you, roomie before you need to borrow… oh, I see you've already had your way with my toothpaste," he said in a droll tone and she tried not to smile.

"It begged me to set it right."

"Sure," he said, chuckling low and shaking his head as he left the room.

She turned the hair dryer on again and thanked him for her toiletry bag with a nod as he set it on the counter and walked away.

Her teeth brushed and face moisturizer on, she brushed her hair one more time and left the bathroom, turning off the light.

He was sitting at the table, looking through the files, his left leg bouncing absentmindedly. Feeling extremely tired, she stood between him and the bed, debating if she should join him or go to sleep.

"I think I'm gonna go to bed," she said, feeling him out to see if he had any wild theories to discuss, but he only looked at her with a nod.

"Take any side you like. Mi cama es su cama," he said and she smiled.

"You know the word for bed, but not bedroom?"

"It rhymes with casa, it's easy to remember." He shrugged with a grin and she laughed softly.

"Oh, here," she said, starting to take off his sweatshirt.

"No, keep it on."

"I'm warmed up now, you need it-"

"Nah. I'm hot, remember. You said so yourself."

"Not exactly what I said," she said, readjusting his sweatshirt and chuckling as she looked at him.

"Eh," he said with a shrug. "I know what I heard."

"Whatever," she said, raising her hands, the sleeves still covering them.

"I'm not ready to go to sleep yet. Will the light bother you?"

"No," she said with a yawn. "It's been a long day. Thank you for getting my things. And not refusing me and forcing me to sleep in the car."

"Wait, that was an option? Shit… Well, next time, I suppose."

"Yeah, yeah," she said, smiling as she pulled the covers back and sat down. Turning off the light on the nightstand, she laid down, covered up, and closed her eyes.

"If the light does bother you, let me know," he said softly and she sighed.

"It won't," she said tiredly. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Scully."

Comforted by the warmth of the room, Mulder's scent, the sound of papers being turned, and Mulder humming occasionally as his pen clicked and he wrote something down, she soon fell asleep.