A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Here is when The Plan makes its appearance... mwahaha!!! ;) LOL!

''Fo-... er... Mulder.'' Melissa said as she looked at the man that stood at her treshold. ''When I said that I could help you solve your problem, I did not think you would show up at midnight drunk as hell.''

''You know me, always losing time... and I don't think I can read my watch... it's all blurry...'' He stared sideways at his watch, then got it very cloise to his nose, and his eyes started looking like one... Definately, he would have not seen a bus come his way if it bit him in the ass.

Melissa stared at him for a second. Just how could men be so stupid? It was something that at some point she kept wondering, over and over. And still she hadn't come up with a solution, even if she had been musing since she was fifteen. Mulder kept staring at his watch and twisting around his arm to see if he got it right.

''Come in before you throw up on Fluffy.'' She said, rolling here eyes and holding the door open for him as he stumbled inside and knocked over a chair on his way to the couch. He heard something clinging above him, and something cold on his head. He looked up, but there seemed to be lots of mini-Mulders staring back at him. ''Those are Zen Crystals. Break them, and I will break you .'' Melissa was too tired to be patient now...

''What is a Fluffy?'' He asked, as he sat on the couch, still staring up at the crystals. ''Hey, why do you have pretty crystals hanging from the ceiling?''

''They are magic sensitive.'' Melissa closed the door and locked it, sensing that he would not move from her house that night. Not as if she would let him drive like that. Dana would kill her... ''And Fluffy is the hateful rodent-thingie, this mixture between cat and lizard that the neighbour calls 'Adorable Pet'.'' Mulder was looking around without paying much attention. ''I think Fluffy is a alien.''

Mulder automatically jumped. He gazed frantically around, then eyed Melissa and went up to her, closer and closer, until she was against the wall and he stood staring into her eyes two inches apart from her face.

''Did you just say alien?''

''Not as drunk as you look.'' Melissa smiled to herself, and Mulder sighed and sat back on the couch. Now that he started taking conscience of the place where he was, he was thinking that maybe it was not such a good idea to come.

Melissa had those Magic Crystals by the windows, hanging by the lamps and sending glistening lights all over the place. The furniture of her flat had an ancient style, and the fabric that covered the armchairs and the sofa was a dark colored velvet. Figures of mythical beasts stared at him from the abundant book shelves, as if watching him. Reading over the titles of the books, he started to think that maybe Melissa was an X File herself. What if she did really work with magic?

''I didn't quite catch what your job was, Mel ...'' He said, titling his head to the side as he examined the house. Everything in it was mystical. The basic aura of it....

''I did not say it.'' She snapped. ''But if you want to know, I studied Cryptozoology and Mythology. I work for the WCS: Worldwide Cryptozoological Society.'' She shrugged it off. ''I didn't quite catch what your problem was.'' She said with a slight smirk. Mulder looked up at her from the couch and almost laughed at her remark. Almost.

''Scully.'' He simply replied.

''Ok...''Melissa sat on the couch by him, and wrapped a blanket that was by him around herself.''That can mean that you think I cursed you – not the first time it would happen-, that Bill hit you- not very unlikely, that you met Charlie- although I don't think you'd come so hurt... and finally, that my sister did something that destroyed you.''

Something in Mulder got hit with that statement. Probably his Alpha Male pride. He tried to regain some of his dignity, and taking a deep breath decided that he would clear that part for her.

''Actually, it did not destroy me. But you see... she is my partner at the FBI and what she does could affect us and what she is going to do now ,will surely do and....''

''She ditched you.'' Melissa cut him simply.

''I did not say that!'' Mulder complained.

''I read your mind.''

''Really???'' Mulder now stared at Melissa with wide eyes and innocent look. Melissa refrained the urge to laugh her ass off at the look on his eyes. Always looking for an X File...

''She ditched you for someone else and now you want to fight back.'' She contiued. ''You want to figure out a plan to make her realise how much you love her and how much she loves you without sounding like a jealous paranoid.''

''Does my mind state that too?'' Mulder asked, every time more surprised.

''No, I read it on your forehead.'' She answered. ''You got it tatooed there while you were too drunk to know where you were.''

The look on Mulder's eyes was priceless. He looked like a lost puppy, looking at her amazed and at the same time, now going suddenly pale. When he lifted a hand and rubbed his forehead, Melissa could not help but laugh. It was more than that... It was a roar of laughter that made the building shake. She started laughing even harder when he eyed her, hurt.

''You were just kidding.'' He said and sighed.

''I was, but I got things right, eh?'' She grinned at him and then rose from her seat. ''I will make some cinnamon tea, it will help you clear your mind and lessen the hangover.''

''Mel...''

''Missy.''

''Missy is... prissy.'' He said with a slight smirk. She crossed her arms over her chest and smiled down at him incredulously. But she had to admit that he was right. ''Can I sleep here?''

''Dana said you didn't sleep.'' Melissa said, sending him a look that could very well have had double meaning as she disappeared in the kitchen. ''Did she know from experience or what?''

''Don't poke the wound!'' Mulder defended himself, and made a wounded, groaning sound. He had to admit that she was funny... at least when no-one was in mortal danger. He remembered the almost heart attack that he got when he saw her with her eyes closed over Scully's body with the crystal.

''I've been told not to call you Fox.'' He went white as paper. Something about her was different, she saw more than the eye would meet. She saw what he was thinking. Even when he answered with cynism and pessimism, she knew what he wanted to do deep inside.

For a second, when that time at his appartment she had yelled back at him, he thought for a second that she was the voice of her conscience. If that was possible... But it was. Even if he knew the federals would search his house for any information, he followed Melissa to the hospital.To Scully.

And he remembered the look that Melissa sent him when he showed up. She had been with Scully during most of that day, until she decided to go fetch him, that was. He was going paranoid... more than usual. And being nervous, he had tried to push her back. And that was when her words hit him in the face. She was not going to back down, even less than he. And in Mulder's mind, that was a good point in her favour.

''I am glad you could come.''She said in a bare whisper, as he nodded slightly and entered the hospital room. Melissa grabbed his arm slightly as he went in and stopped him. ''This may not mean anything to you... but it's better to let people know how you feel before they are gone.''

Mulder had nodded, without really getting the full interpretation of it. He only knew that Scully was almost out of their reach. And that maybe Melissa was right. Maybe, just maybe, she coud still hear and feel them close to her. And that was something he would have to hold onto.

The morning after, when he had visited Scully, Melissa had smiled when he handed Dana her golden cross. Aprobation, Mulder knew. They had been observing each other, and when that moment came, they already knew how the other thought. And that was what Mulder had remembered when he had been left alone at the basement: he needed someone who would carry out the same plan. Someone who thought the same.

As he looked around the candle-filled house and as he poked his head into what seemed to be her room, he noticed two eyes staring at him. Two yellow, huge eyes from the black feline that slept on the velvet-covered, courtained, wide bed.

''Fukkit! What's that!?'' Mulder thought, and jumped up to the point he thought he'd stay hanging from the lamp. The cat still stared at him, never taking his eyes off him, with a rather malicious look. The hairy, persian cat was a rather big species. That one on the bed must have weighed about six kilograms. In other words.... the cat was like a big hairball.

Seeing him so freaked out there was a slight expression of malicious joy on the cat's face, or so it looked like. As if it were saying 'Mwahaha!!! I had you big time!'. He even had that vicious smile. Or so Mulder thought...

But when he got nearer to take a look at it and make sure it wasn't one of the Bigfoot's children, he started feeling tired. He sat on the bed by the cat for a second and leaned against one of the fluffy pillows. He noticed how his eyes started to close... he tried to get them opened again, Melissa would be back in a minute. But there was just so much someone could take in a day...

ZzZzZzZzZz.... And off to sleep.