Questions
By RocketMan

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MS?  ahead. (Could be MSR, could be friendship. You be the judge.)
Spoiler for Paperclip and Anasazi and those.

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"Good-night my angel, time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day.
I think I know what you've been asking me;
I think you know what I've been trying to say.
And like a boat out on the ocean
I rocking you to sleep.
The water's dark and deep
Inside this ancient heart
You'll always be a part of me."
--Billy Joel, "Lullaby"
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She was too tired to find her bed, but somehow she got there.

Mulder led her there she realized, as his hands roamed across her back,
pulling on the zipper to her suit and sliding it from her. She could not
be coherent enough to be embarassed, but she could sort of sigh at the
idea of him there, and wish he wasn't seeing her like this.

After her sister's death, sitting numbly in the hospital for hours on
end, Scully was a walking, breathing zombie. She barely made it to
Mulder's side and now, here he was taking care of her again.

She let her eyes slip closed, then they shot open as she felt his cold
fingers slide her pajamas on her.

She turned wearily to him. "Sorry about this Mulder." she murmured.

He smiled and shook his head. "Don't apologize." He gave her a little
grin. "I don't know about you, but I'm having fun."

A sort of grin flickered on her face like a dying light bulb and it soon
faded. He wished he could do something to change that.

She let him put her to bed and pull up the covers and gently stroke her
forehead as her eyes pulled down.

"Mulder, there are still so many things I don't understand...." she
murmured, her voice zoning in and out as her consciousness did.

"Shh.....It's time to sleep." 

She nodded and turned over, leaving her back to him. "Why did this all
happen to -"

"Scully. You need to sleep. You're exhausted. Those questions can wait
until you're rested."

She turned around to face him, her eyes drooping and her fingers slowly
reaching out to him.

"Come here." she said and took a weak hold of his hand.

He crawled across the bed to her, shutting out the part of him that
screamed foul.

He smoothed her hair and eased her body back into slumber.

She looked like an angel in her sleep, free of doubts and fears and
questions that couldn't be answered.

She sighed and her face turned and meshed into his thigh, as if she were
a little girl again, finding comfort in Daddy's presence.

The room was getting dark as the street lights cast odd shadows around
her room, making the blinds slant across her bed.

He fingered her bangs and drew them behind her ear, then leaned down and
kissed her forehead.

Such an angel.


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adios
RM