A/N: Thanks for the reviews =D I was gonna go like the next Monday with this chapter, but eh, I will write them at school eventually. This chapter was inspired by some advice my mom gave me and Bucky Covington's 'I'll Walk'

Disclaimer: Not Mine, Shit.

They had survived Scully's sprained ankle and all the stares from their classmates for the past week and now the first weekend of December saw Mulder at John's checking out a 2000 Indian. The boys gathered around the 'big boy toy' while Scully and Monica sat inside sipping hot cocoa.

"Do you think Mulder's gonna buy the bike?" Monica asked as they watched them out the window.

"Is it wrong that I kinda hope so?" Scully giggled, there was something about the idea of Mulder on a bike and her clinging to him that floored her.

"Not at all. Bikes are hot and guys know it." Monica shrugged and giggled with her best friend.

"My Dad might kill him if he picks me up on that thing." Scully laughed, the idea of the vein in her father's forehead swelling at the sight of Scully riding off on a bike was comical.

"Oooh he's buying!" Monica said and both girls rushed to the window, nose pressed against the glass as they watched Mulder hand John the money. Scully smiled and rushed outside.

"Wanna ride?" Mulder asked her and she nodded, her grin growing. Mulder handed her the helmet and climbed on, kick starting it and flicking up the kickstand with his heel. Scully climbed on the back, wrapping her arms tightly around Mulder's waist as they pulled out of the drive.

"Oh my god." Scully muttered as she glanced down, seeing the blacktop flyby below them. She tightened her grip on Mulder's waist and giggled nervously. Mulder could barely hear her over the roar of the motor and kicked it up another gear, flying down the road in a blur, "MULDER!" She screamed as the seat jerked under her, pulling her along for the ride, "Mulder the railroad tracks!" but he didn't slow down instead flew over them. He slowed to a stop at the bottom of the incline. Scully hopped off, "God dammit!" She screamed at him.

"Scully chill. I was completely in control." Mulder promised her.

"Are you fucking crazy?! How fast were you going?!" Scully yelled, though she wouldn't admit it, as much as it scared her, she loved it as well.

"I was only going like eighty."

"Mulder the posted limit is thirty!" Scully yelled and pulled off the helmet, chucking it at his chest, she began to march back to John's house.

"Scully it's cold. Get back on. I'll go the speed limit. I swear." Mulder promised her as he idled along side of her.

"No. I'm mad at you." Scully said, her voice thick with emotions and tears welling up in her eyes.

"Scully please, you know I'd never hurt you." Mulder promised, mentally kicking himself, he shouldn't have brought her along while he tested out the speed.

"It wasn't me I was worried about. You need to get another helmet." Scully said and the tears fell, the thought of loosing Mulder to something so foolish, scared her more than anything. She continued walking as she cried.

"Scully please.." Mulder begged.

"No. You don't understand. I'll walk. Don't worry 'bout me." Scully said and Mulder sighed. He drove off down the road. Parking in John's driveway, he climbed off the bike

"Where's Dana?" Monica asked, crossing her arms.

"She's a little pissed at me. Do you think you could take my truck and go get her?" Mulder asked, tossing her the keys. Monica nodded and climbed into the black Ford, driving down the road.

A mile and a half down the road, she parked, "Dana. What happened?"

"He was doing eighty Mon! We could've died. He didn't even touch the pavement once he hit the railroad tracks!" Scully said as she wrapped her arms around herself, crying and shaking cold.

"Danes, you are okay and so is he." Monica reminded her, walking around the bed of the truck to hug her friend.

"I can't loose him Mon. Ever." Scully said, closing her eyes and shaking her head, she couldn't shake that thought.

"Tell him that." Monica said as she guided Scully up into the cab, cranking the heat to warm her up.

Monica parked in the drive and handed Scully the keys, "Talk to him." She urged and got out of the truck, pulling John inside so their friends could talk.

Scully slid out of the cab and walked over to where Mulder stood, she stood centimeters from him, putting her head against his chest as she sobbed, she raised her fist and pounded them against his chest as she cried. Mulder wrapped his arms around her and let her be angry. Scully pulled back, looking up at him with red and puffy eyes, "I can't loose you."

"I'm so sorry." Mulder whispered and he dipped his head, capturing her lips in a kiss. She kissed him back, grabbing a fist full of his coat, pulling him closer, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he wove his fingers in her hair. They stood that way for a long while in the cold, kissing, fighting fear and fighting the inevitable.

"You guys know Oxygen is kind of needed for survival?" Monica teased from the porch. Without seperating, Scully flipped Monica off as Mulder bent slightly, grabbing Scully's legs, he picked her up, pressing her against the truck as he continued kissing her.

When they were finally able to stop, Mulder loaded the bike onto the back of his truck and Scully grabbed her coat, well Mulder's coat that she claimed as her own and they got inside the warm cab. Resting her head on the window, Scully was asleep before they got up the hill, Mulder smiled when he saw her resting. Parking in front of the local Pak-A-Sak, he rushed inside and grabbed Scully a Candy Cane Coffee and a bag of pull N peel Twizzlers. "Wake up Sleeping Beauty." He said softly in her ear and her eyes fluttered open.

"You're forgiven." She murmered as she accepted the treats. Mulder pulled back out on to Line Street and headed towards the highway, "Mulder, where we goin'?"

"Yamaha. We're getting another helmet." Mulder explained and Scully smiled.

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An hour later Mulder parked in front of the Scully house, Dana sat with a purple helmet in her hands, complete with sparkles and everything.

"Thank you for the helmet." Scully smiled at him.

"Well I don't think Glitter and I go." Mulder laughed they had decided that Mulder would take the black helmet while Scully got the new fancy one. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

"Thanks. I love you."

"I love you too." Mulder smiled as he watched her slide out of the cab and up the sidewalk, into the house.

"Dana why do you have a helmet?" Charlie asked from where he sat doing his addition worksheets.

"Cause Mulder got a motorcycle." Scully said and continued up the stairs, laughing when she heard her parents gasp and her father drop the paper. Putting the helmet on her desk, she collapsed on her bed, pulling her teddybear to her chest. All in all, it was a good day.

A/N: Ok, Ok, I know it's pathetically short. But really, does it need anything added? Me thinks not. Well that's it. Love you all.

[Special thanks AGAIN to Andrea and Brittney for listening to me ramble and spew ideas while they were trying to write their own updates. You guys are saints, no joke. Oh and thanks to mi madre who helped come up with the idea of a fight.]