12

1.15am.

Scully sat in her bed hugging her knees. She couldn't sleep because too much had happened. How could she have been so rude! He had done nothing wrong, really, except go AWOL for a few years but she still couldn't keep a check on her anger. It was only natural, wasn't it? Perhaps it was the hormones making her go crazy. She loved him so much and desperately wanted to tell him, to show him although the words wouldn't form. Scully thought about how she'd reacted to his questions over Samantha, it was unreasonable. How could she have flipped like that? Irrational behaviour. Was it? He'd been away for a great length of time and she had coped alone. Surely it was understandable for her to overreact like that? Now she was alone again. He was set up on the sofa and didn't even ask to sleep in the same bed as her despite how close her tears had brought them. The kisses felt wonderful. Tiny fireworks had exploded within her heart and mind. That was love. Why was she alone? Samantha usually came into the room at twelve midnight. Scully had become accustomed to the tiny body beside her on an almost daily basis. She wanted to tell him everything but he was camped out in the sitting room. Why hadn't she asked him to stay when he had escorted her to her room? It was like before, before William, before their having been 'involved'. It was like when they had fallen for each other but did nothing about it, believing the other would make the first move. Secretly she had been glad for having made the first move, even if it was fuelled by Chardonnay. What a night! She'd have to explain to him why she overreacted. He would understand, he always did. Perhaps he could help her understand why she felt the fizzing. That first night together she had felt it in much the same way as she had been feeling it these past few days and over the years on and off.

The fizzing had gone, for now, but she knew it would return and as if on cue the vibrations beneath her skin began.

1.22am

Mulder sat downstairs listening to a radio talk show where lovers told their partners how they felt. He wished Scully were with him just so he could telephone the radio station. She'd wrinkle her nose in disgust at that, but it would be the kind of romantic gesture she would secretly love. He felt a schmuck. Why hadn't he returned all those years ago when he sensed she had needed him to be there? He could remember it as clear as daylight. He'd been sat in the transit van; book in hand, wanting so very much to be with her. It felt like time had stopped and he could see across the miles. Staring into space he could see her, as if she were in the van with him, only she wasn't. A mirage, he had thought, a pleasant mirage. The look upon her face he would never forget.  It was strained for the briefest of moments before a wash of happiness and relief took over her. If only he had known. He should tell her about it. She would probably laugh but something caught in his mind that he had to tell her. Scully was the most important person in his life. He had risked so much in being away from her, namely losing her love and affection. Rising from his seat on the couch he stepped gingerly toward the staircase and Scully's bedroom.

1.39am

Scully was staring into space revelling in the feelings the fizzing caused when she heard the light tapping at her door. 'Blast, just when I was getting excited!' she thought.

"Come in." She said lightly expecting her daughter to open the door, she was stunned to see Mulder's head peek from around the white door. A flush of colour crossed her cheeks. Just when she was halfway to orgasm he appeared! Was it wise to pounce on him now that she was horny??? Maybe…

"Hi" he said cautiously gauging her reaction to his presence. She smiled.

"Hey. Come in." Softly she patted the bed to offer him a seat.

"How are you feeling now?" Mulder seated himself beside her against the pillows.

"Better!" She sighed taking his hand as a thank you for allowing her to let rip. He took this as a good sign. The touching of flesh caused the ripples beneath her skin to fade as if they had never been. "I am really sorry about earlier, Mulder, I am so embarrassed."

"Its not you who should apologise. You have had so much to deal with. I just set things in a spin."

"Not quite."

"Oh."

"Bad timing."

"Can I help?"

"With this I think you can…" she continued, not knowing why, but explaining the fizzing within her body and how it had, twice, disappeared when she had touched him.

He listened intently trying to work out what was causing her to have these feelings, however nice they were, there had to be a reason. Mulder found it funny that he was the apparent cause for it stopping. They had laughed at that, their heads had knocked against one another making them look into the other's eyes. They had nearly kissed again. 'Why didn't I?' he thought cursing himself for not acting upon impulse.

'Why didn't I?' Scully had thought. 'The time was so perfect. A laugh followed by a bump of the head, and a kiss. How perfect that would have been. Duh!'

"Thank you." She said out of the blue.

"What ever for?" he asked, puzzled.

"For coming home." Scully hadn't known herself exactly why she was thanking him but now as she looked at him she knew why. She still loved him and she still wanted him. Their love hadn't been a dream and Samantha wasn't an alien by-product of her genetic manipulation. Samantha was their child together. Nothing could change that.

It was then that Mulder leant towards her. Their lips met for the briefest of moments.

"My pleasure." He said before kissing her deeply with the stored passion of six years. A groan escaped Scully's lips before she could hold onto it. In that moment he buried her beneath him knowing she was his and his alone.