And if I seem to be confused
I didn't mean to be with you
And when you say I scared you
Well I guess you scared me too…
-Concrete Blonde
He had fallen asleep on his couch again, the damn thing was good for putting him to sleep, it was the only reason he kept the old relic from his frat days around. If a certain red- headed partner of his knew the things that had gone on within its worn folds, she would never sit on it again-scratch that, she would arrive one morning to burn it herself stopping only long enough to culture a few of the interesting patches for later date..
He smiled at the thought of her as he was drifting off into sleep, she had left one of her jackets on his couch a couple of days ago, a cool morning had turned into a blistering afternoon of smiles and gentle reflections- God it was wonderful. Just sitting with her that day, feeling her slender body shake with laughter from the stupid jokes he told.
And like every other night for the past five years, the couch worked in cahoots with his overactive imagination and sent him off into sleep….
Softness and heat were the first things he was aware of, the sensation of love that swept over him made him for an instance, question whether he was dreaming or actually gone to meet his final redemption. He stretched his hands out into the darkness that surrounded him to feel – feel for anything. Touching lightly he felt the softness that could only be another human being. What the hell he figured grinning to himself; it was going to be another one of those dreams that weren't his. If he had more of these he wouldn't need those damn tapes anymore. Silently thanking whatever God that he believed in, he gave into the pleasures of the flesh over and over again until the tide of morning washed the dream away.
The alarm clock above his head didn't even go off, not that he had expected it to, iot hadn't worked in two years, but it still kept pretty good time 11:32 am, "Shit" he thought Scully is gonna kill me.. This begged an interesting question, why hadn't his phone chirped at all to alert him of her calling to come over and kill him.
That was only the first of many questions that morning. He had gotten his phone out and cursed the empty messages before he realized …. Why the am I Buck Ass Naked?
The ringing of the phone in his right hand brought him clear of his reverie
"Mulder…" was all he heard.
"Scully?" Nothing it was dead on the other end. He hit the send button and called her phone. A pleasant sounding message informed him that Dana Scully was away from her phone. Mulder of all people knew that never happened unless…..
"SCULLY!" He yelled into the phone, he jumped off the couch feeling the sick ooze of his sweat dried body peeling off the leather couch in the June heat.
He made it to her apartment in record time. Panting he made it up to the door of her apartment. He used his key to get in, not finding the door ajar or even unlocked he felt a wave of relief though mild. At least he could ascertain they had not entered through the front door. There was still hope.
Instinctively he made his way to the bedroom, noting the almost eerie silence of her rooms as he crossed to the threshold of her bedroom.
"Scully?" He said to the seemingly sleeping supine form sprawled on the bed. She was there, naked as he had found himself this morning.
"Scully he said a bit louder, not sure he could touch her, in her nudity would she deck him for breaking into her apartment and finding her in such a state.
"Scully!" He almost screamed, and yet she did not stir, the gentle rise and fall of her chest let him know she was alive, alive and his heart skipped a beat at the realization that although she was in fact alive, she was not going to awaken easily. For the hundredth time in his life, Mulder held Scully's slender fingers in one hand, and dialed 911 with the other.