Disclaimer. I own nothing but my laptop and my Office DVD's- wait, that;s another fandom ENTIRELY. Still, I don't own anything.

Summary. Post-Millennium. "But as she drove through the night, feeling the air rush past her through her open windows, she felt as if she was headed towards a goal, a purpose, a future."

A/n. I'm backkkk! Alabama was fun, but I'm glad to be back home with my laptop. ; Also, can I just say how much Teliko rocks? She caught the Fall Out Boy reference. :

"Scully, I hate to say this, but your head is crushing a part of me that doesn't enjoy being crushed."

Scully jumped up, blushing. Mulder stood up, smirking, and took her hand gently.

"Come on, you can sleep in my bed. I'll take the couch." They walked hand in hand towards his room slowly, and if anyone else had seen them, they would have seen the pristine picture of the perfect couple. Scully tried to save this moment in her mind, to burn it in her brain to remember forever.

Mulder pulled back the covers to his bed and patted it with a smirk. "I'm gonna go change," he said.

Scully climbed in the bed, and snuggled beneath the deep red comforter. She laid there, staring up at the ceiling, breathing slowly, thoughts of Mulder and New Years Eve and Mulder and the Princess Bride and Mulder flowing through her mind. The bathroom door opened, and Mulder walked out in red pajama pants. Without a shirt.

Scully felt like her face might melt off.

"See you in the morning, Scully." He began to leave the room.

"Wait." Scully voice seemed to shake in the quietness of the room.

"Yeah?" Mulder turned, and the light from the other room flowed in. It framed his tall silhouette.

"You can stay in here... with me… if you want," Scully rambled, sitting up in the bed slightly.

"I think I'd enjoy that," he replied, and walked back towards the bed. Scully moved closer to the other side of the bed, and made room for him. Mulder slid into the bed and pulled the comforter over both of them. They laid there in an awkward silence for a few minutes, Scully tucked into a little ball, facing away from Mulder, and Mulder on his back.

All of the sudden, Scully felt a warm arm stretching over her waist, and a warmer body against her back. She held her breath.

"Mulder," she murmured.

"Is this okay?" he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her. She looked down at his hand around her waist. It was tan, and large, and sliding under the hem of the huge shirt she was wearing to stroke her stomach.

"It's perfect," she whispered back. "You're tickling me though, and that's going to keep me up all night."

"Sorry," he said, pulling his hand away.

"No, keep your hand there," she said, blushing. "Just don't tickle me." Mulder slid his hand back, and kissed her cheek lightly.

"Goodnight, Scully."

"We need to talk in the morning, Mulder." She felt his body tense slightly.

"Good or bad?"

"Very good, I promise. Go to sleep." She patted his arm.

"Sweet dreams."