Title: I'll Be Waiting For You (1/1) Author: RocketMan >lbontger@wmcstations.com< Disclaimer: The song 'To Love You More' is by Celine Dion. Mulder and Scully are CC's. Both used without permission, and no infringement is intended. Rating: M/S friendship.....PG......not a song story I'll Be Waiting For You (1/1) "I'll be waiting for you Here inside my heart Let me be the one to love you more" --Celine Dion I saw him collapse today but he still won't let me go to him. He's hurting so much and I can't help him. I want to be the mother he never had, the friend he needs for comfort. But he's so stubborn, or foolish, or stupid, I don't know. I do know that I can't take much more of him doing this. If I see him with that incredible look of pain, with that humiliating amount of sorrow, once more.....I might not recover. I want to sit down and talk to him. Let him talk to me. "Scully?" Oops. Caught daydreaming again. Maybe that's why he won't let me in. "Yeah?" "I'm going to go home early." I stare at him, then shake my head. "Sure. Go ahead. I'm almost done here anyway." He gives me a tight polite nod of his head that could possibily be colder than those igloo houses in Alaska. "Good night Mulder." I sigh and he doesn't even turn around. I finish the reports, all autopsy ones anyway, ones Mulder really didn't need to stick around for, but ones he always had stayed for anyway. If only to crash at my apartment later with a movie and a pizza. I guess it's really a tradition by now. I want to call him, but as I get in my car I see that I actually have no battery power in my cell phone and even if I did, I realize he probably wouldn't be there. At least his phone would be turned off, so it'd be the same. And he probably wouldn't answer his regular phone, just let the machine get it. Would he pick up if it were me? Probably not even then. I sigh and pull onto the freeway, gunning the engine because my transmission seems to be going haywire on me. It catches sometimes, then other times not at all. It makes me nervous, knowing that I could break down and be a long way from help. I could always call Mulder, but not tonight. He wouldn't be picking up. He might be screening them. So I'd have a chance. That makes me feel better. I arrive home without further trouble and fall onto the couch as soon as my pumps are off. I hear a nosie. I jump up, pulling my gun in my hose and wide eyes. I creep slowly to the sound; I think it's coming from the bathroom. The door is closed. I hear . . . the shower running. I scramble back to my window, the one overlooking the parking lot, and see with relief that Mulder's car is right next to mine. I must have been too preoccupied to notice it. I slump back to the couch and when the shower stops and he comes out, a towel in his hands, I simply watch him. I feel good because he came to me. He rubs his hair dry with the dark green towel and looks at me while I watch him. "Scully?" he asks. "Come here, Mulder." He slinks over like a contrite child and gets just within my hand's extended reach. "Sit." I say and he does. "Mulder . . . " I have nothing really to say. I could berate him for worrying me so much, or I could scold him for acting juvenile, but it'd do no good. So when I say his name, that seems to be his invitation. He falls into my embrace and I hold him, just as a mother would, as his mother should, and offer him what peace he seems to find in me. "I was waiting for you," I say, because I knew he'd be around eventually. "You could tell?" he murmured sleepily into my chest. I stroke his hair. "I can see it in your face, Mulder. I'll always be waiting for you." He smiles slightly and I lean back against the couch, taking his limp body with me. Whenever his body catches up to his constantly racing mind, it tells him to shut down, deal with his problems. I seem to be his only safe haven at those times. And I'll always be waiting for him. "Thanks Scully," he mumbles as he falls into sleep. I smile and close my eyes. Waiting. end adios RocketMan