Clean story! This one was by request and I'd probably set it mid to late season 7, probably when they were already romantically involved. (BTW there is a pattern and if you've caught on KUDOS if not don't let it get to you, I just noticed it myself)! Thanks again for the reviews, makes me want to write more.


Wine, Sleeping Bags and Delirium

"Hey Scully can I get your help on something?" Mulder had been going through some old case files and there seemed to be a few loose ends that needed tying up. Department reviews were coming up and Mulder hated dotting 'I's' and crossing the 'T's' but he felt bad if he made Scully do it all. Plus it was more time he got to spend with her these days.

"Yeah of course what's up?" She was dressed down today, loose fitting pants and a t-shirt, Mulder loved seeing her on like that; they had decided to come in on a Saturday and scatter files everywhere and get down to business, no pun intended of course much to their dismay.

"Well there are a couple files that I need to question you about?" he had a slight joking tone to his voice but serious enough for her to pay attention.

"Boy that makes you sound like my superior." She raised her eyebrow and pursed her lips, waiting for his questions.

"Well the first one I have is from a couple years ago. You remember Mr. Van BlundHt? I need some verification on your version of events as you remember it of course." He had a slightly serious tone to his voice and was still confused why he never got a straight answer about what he saw in her apartment that night. Mulder was jealous there was no doubt about that and he felt bad for blaming the wine but Scully should have known that it wasn't him.

"Again Mulder…? Look I'm sorry I don't know how many times we have to go over this, I don't remember much from that night."

"Is it because you choose not to remember or do you really not remember?"

"Excuse me? You think I'm just blocking it out on purpose. Well maybe so, maybe to keep you from asking me about it, ever think of that?" She was becoming defensive.

"Well correct me if I'm wrong Scully but, who knows what was going to happen had I not burst through that door. Did you think about what would have happened if you got pregnant and had a baby with a tail?"

"I would have been smarter than to let it go that far…"

"So you say, but as I remember you were three quarters of a bottle compared to his one, you might have not cared so much what was happening…especially if you thought it was me…" he slightly whispered that last part and looked at her, she had blushed slightly at the thought. "Scully come on, admit it, you wouldn't have stopped if I—he started kissing on you."

"Scary thought, but yeah probably not…" she sighed and thought for a moment. "…honestly though Mulder, it was like a dream—and I don't mean that how you think I mean. I mean he was awkward, if I would imagine you in that situation, I'd think you'd be suave and in control and wouldn't take advantage of me inebriated…." She strung out that last part of the sentence and a blush crept up her thinking of He nodded in slight agreement with her statement, it wouldn't be Fox Mulder style to take advantage of his closest friend and partner, she'd never look at him the same again and she didn't for a whole week after the incident happened. She was embarrassed and felt foolish that she had let her guard down, but it only made sense because Mulder is the only one she'd let loose like that for besides her family.

"I just can't believe I divulged so much of my teenage and college years to that man," she had sat down not too long ago and put her face in her hands, "…Mulder I knew it wasn't right that you—he was there but I was excited to see where it went I guess…but it was still incredibly awkward in the end." She had broke down finally and admitted she too was at fault for the incident, that like a good FBI agent she should have known better than to have him in her apartment and get herself into that situation.

"So you wouldn't divulge that information with me then?" he egged her on jokingly, wanting to know more about the young Dana Scully and her activities with her boyfriend or boyfriends…part of him was a little jealous.

"Maybe another time ok? What else do you have for me?"

"Well…" he shuffled through the files and found what he was looking for, "…you remember Florida when we got stuck out in the woods with the mothmen?"

"Mulder…" she sighed because she knew exactly where he was going with this one, "you didn't really need me for loose ends did you?"

"Scully I'm just trying to figure out the whole story, finish the puzzle." He smiled at her hoping she'd beat him to the answer.

"Yes, Mulder if it rained sleeping bags I would have crawled in with you naked, freezing to the bone to keep our bodies warm." She said it in one long breath, an answer that he wanted to hear for so long.

"You know with me that wouldn't have been a very good idea right?"

"Yeah, at the time I wasn't thinking about it, life or death Mulder and my medically trained brain goes straight into survival mode. I can't help it." She rolled her eyes at him and sat on the floor amongst the files she had spread out earlier.

"You know I might have been in shock from my injuries but—do have any idea how much I prayed that night for it to rain sleeping bags? And I don't pray much Scully…." He had just opened up to her how long he had been attracted to her and she couldn't look him in the eye. "…Scully you didn't know how long I've felt this way did you?" She shook her head still looking down; it was silent for moments before she spoke.

"I guess I've really always known but it's strange for me to think about how long we've had these feelings and just within the last year let them out. I guess it was meant to be all along." She was still shuffling through files as she spoke, keeping her mind distracted.

"What about when I said I loved you while I was in the hospital?"

"I knew you were serious—but I wanted so badly to blame the drugs—"she laughed as she admitted this to him. "I felt kind of bad for not being able to tell you the same at the time." She looked up at him and he smiled back at her, grateful for her current affections towards him. "Didn't you say you saw me when you were on that ship?"

"Yeah, Scully it was weird, it was you but—wasn't you. You were just has hard headed though." He laughed as she sent a dagger like stare his direction.

"I'm not really that hard headed I just like to get things done in a timely manner…" she waved her hands over the piles of files on the floor. "…you are lucky you have me down here, you know that right?" She sat on her heels and put her hands on her waist.

"Scully did I ever tell you that I kissed the you from 1939...?

"No…"

"You—she punched me after I kissed her, that's how I got that slight black eye." She laughed at his admission.

"Well I'm sure you deserved it…you know it wasn't very proper to just randomly kiss someone in those days for no reason." She grinned that at least the 1939 version of her still knew how to kick ass.

"It was worth it…" he smiled at her, "…worth it 70 years later too..." they both were quiet for a moment.

"Well, I don't know about you Mulder but I'm about done for the day, I think I'm starting to see files falling from the ceiling." She sighed as she stood from her seated position and looked at him. "Are you coming? Or are you going to sit here and enjoy old case files without me?"

"Is that a legitimate offer Scully?" He waggled his eyebrows at her as she made her way to the door, hand on the handle.

"I think we need to plan a camping trip…" she casually piped in, "…I'll bring the wine if you bring the bag, we can over as many case files as you want as long as there is other things in between." She smiled as he joined her at the door, closing the gap between them. "Agent Mulder…I believe we are in the office and that is strictly prohibited."

"Shut it Scully, let's get outta here." He was anxious and needy and let his fingers wander to Scully's hip instead of lower back and grinned to himself. This should be a great night.