Scully woke up in the middle of the night to find Mulder tossing and turning violently. His eyes were clenched tightly and he was gripping the blankets hard. It was almost as if he were fighting an enemy in his dreams.

"Mulder," Scully said, moving closer to him and putting a hand over his. He felt cold to her, and she noticed that he was shivering, but was covered in sweat. "Mulder," she repeated, "honey, I'm here. Calm down," she said, wrapping her arms around him and rubbing his arms, trying to warm him up.

He slowly released the blankets from his deathgrip, and Scully felt his body relax a little. He still felt cold to her, so she wrapped her arms around him even tighter. Burying her face in his hair, she was reminded of the time they spent after he freed her from the spacecraft in Antarctica. He was freezing to death and needed her to save him. This was no different; he just needed to be saved from something else. Something that could not be seen or shot with a gun. He needed to be saved from the demons inside that haunted him.

She slowly drifted off to sleep, and when she awoke, she saw Mulder sitting in a chair by the window, staring out the blinds. He seemed tense, which startled Scully. Had someone found them? she wondered. She sat up, clutching the comforter around her.

"Mulder? What is it?"

He turned to her slowly. "Nothing. There's nothing there," he said idly, as if most of his mind was elsewhere, which Scully didn't doubt it was. He gave her a small smile, then turned back to the window.

Scully stared at his passive face for a moment before swinging her feet over the edge of the bed. She came to stand behind her husband, throwing her arms around his neck, this being one of the few times she could do so without being on tiptoes. "Mulder, you had a nightmare last night. I woke up and you were tossing and turning something awful. You felt cold as well. What was it, Mulder? What scared you so much?"

Mulder didn't answer at first, just continued staring out of the window. "It was nothing," he finally said. "It was just a dream. Just a dream," he repeated, more for his own benefit than hers.

She shook her head and held him tight. "It wasn't nothing, Mulder. Don't lie to me. You promised me that you wouldn't."

He sighed. "I did, didn't I?"

"Yes you did. Now tell me, what did you see?"

He was quiet for a moment. Then he said quietly, "The end. The end of us, the end of Will, the end of everything as we know it."

Scully fell silent. What could she say? She hadn't a clue. She could only hold him, and hope that it was enough.

Some time later, they made their way downstairs. Monica and John were already in the kitchen, having a time of making something for breakfast. The site of John Doggett in a 'Kiss the Cook' apron made Scully laugh, which startled both of them.

Reyes smiled. "Good morning to you too. We're in the process of making breakfast, but obviously John doesn't know how to scramble an egg."

"I can scramble an egg just fine. You're the one who turned up the stove too high so it burnt," Doggett said defensively. Mulder grinned at the two and sank into a chair wearily. He wasn't physically tired, just emotionally.

Scully was also drained, but it did rise her spirits to watch Doggett and Reyes struggle to make breakfast. It seemed that everything that could go wrong, did. Doggett burnt the eggs, Reyes spilled orange juice by running into Doggett, Doggett burnt his hand on a still hot pan, yet their spirits were still very high. Finally Reyes managed to dig some frozen waffles out of the freezer and heat those up.

She smiled apologetically as she set them in front of Mulder and Scully. "Sorry about that. He's not really a cooking person."

Mulder grinned. "Obviously. But don't worry, this is just like home," he said, getting a small piece of waffle junked at him in rebuke from Scully.

"Hey!" Doggett warned, "don't mess up my house!" Mulder looked at him with raised eyebrows, then looked pointedly at the kitchen, which looked as if a small tornado had just torn through it. Doggett saw his gaze and shrugged. "It happens." He sank into a seat across from Mulder and Scully. "Alright, I'm going to look through the storage and your old office today, Mulder. I'm going to see if I can find anything at all, and if I do, I'll bring it to you."

Mulder nodded. "I appreciate that. But let's face it, there's nothing left."

Doggett allowed a small grin. "That's not quite true. They left your poster."

"Wow," Mulder said sarcastically. "Maybe that's what this guy wants. My 'I want to believe' poster."

Reyes shook her head and put a hand on Mulder's. "We're going to help you get Will back. I promise."