"Scully?" Mulder spoke softly, aware of the time. Scully had been in bed, spread out and fast asleep. The black digital clock displayed in bold, red numbers. 1:04 AM. She had been sleeping for as little as two hours. Part of him felt bad for waking her, but part of him needed to talk to her. Heck, All of him needed to talk to her. Seeing her roll over, not yet waking, he walked beside the queen-sized bed and smirked. God, She was so adorable when she slept.
"Scully?" Mulder spoke slightly louder than before, hoping not to wake her harshly.
"Mmm," Scully groaned, barely wakening. Her eyes slowly opened to get a good look to see who had been trying to communicate with her. "Mulder?" Scully pushed herself up with her arms, so she had been sitting against the bed-frame. "What are you doing here?" Scully glanced over toward the clock. "It's one in the morning." She spoke drowsily.
"Couldn't sleep." Mulder lied. It was obvious he had a better reason for his early visit. Scully had been around him long enough to tell when something was up. Either that, or it was due to the fact she was an extremely analytical person.
"Couldn't sleep?" Scully questioned. "What's wrong, Mulder?" She asked with a sigh. She wasn't intending on being woken up in the middle of the night. Especially when she had been exhausted and recently gone to bed two hours ago. But of course when with Mulder, anything was possible, so it seemed.
"Nothing's wrong. I wanted to talk to you." Mulder sat on the opposite side of the bed, next to Scully. Curiously, she turned her head toward him.
"What about?"
"Us."
One word, two letters. Why did it seem to leave such a huge impact on Scully? Us. Maybe it had been the way he said it. Confidentially, dignified. His voice, calm and cool. Scully gazed at Mulder in wonder. Her eyes staring into his. She contemplated for a moment before responding.
"What do you mean us?"
"Do you remember Eddie Van Blundht? You know, you got all... up close and personal with him?"
Scully was taken aback. Why had he been mentioning Van Blundht? Of course she had remembered him. Up close and personal. The only reason she had gotten so close to him was because she had thought he was Mulder. Was this why he was bringing it up? Or was she going too deep in thought about this?
"I was not intending to get all up close and personal with him," Scully mocked. "Look, Mulder, this isn't the time to discuss this. I'm going back to sleep."
"You thought he was me."
Scully glared at Mulder in amazement. "You've got to be kidding. I need sleep, Mulder. Please."
"What if that was me? And I never came crashing through the door because I was Eddie, not me at the door. Well, not Eddie, but me, myself sitting next to you."
"...What?"
Mulder exhaled, trying to think how to word this. "I mean… What if it really was me? And there was no Eddie Van-whatever."
Scully's mind flashed back to the scenario. She had been sitting on the couch, a glass of red wine in her hand. The fireplace was going. 'Mulder' had been seated beside her. At least, she thought it had been Mulder. She shared silly high school memories as 'Mulder' listened. They laughed together, smiled together. Then finally he had scooted over, leaned in to kiss her. Their faces were inches apart. Before they could finally kiss, the real Mulder stormed in, leaving Scully in a state of shock.
She knew what would have happened next… If it had truly been him.
"I -- I don't know."
"Yes you do. Why'd you hesitate?"
"You're ridiculous."
"Admit it Scully, we would have kissed."
Scully didn't respond. Just the thought of the two sharing a kiss on the lips had been a big deal for her. Yet, she had known him for so long. They worked together, knew so much about each other. They've held hands, they've embraced, they've comforted each other. Then why was kissing a big deal? Because they could never be. It would make things difficult at work, wouldn't it? What if Skinner caught on to them? What were they, a modern Romeo and Juliet? No. What was she thinking. They weren't even together.
Scully slumped down, resting her head on the soft pillow. Almost forgetting Mulder was there, beside her, she stared at the ceiling. We would have kissed. Yes, we would have.
Scully slowly shut her eyes, gently falling asleep with thoughts rapidly running through her overly tired mind. Not wanting to leave, Mulder watched her fall asleep. Unintentionally, he had soon fallen asleep as well. Right beside his partner.
A/N - I am trying to slowly add some romance to this, while trying to keep them in character. I hope it's alright! Reviews are appreciated. :)