Disclaimer: Nope, these characters aren't mine. Category: VRA Classification: MSR Rating: PG Spoilers: "all things" Archive: Gossamer. Spookys. Others ask me. Feedback: Knock yourself out. Summary: The morning after. Thanks to: Sara Lynn, my helpful little beta friend. "Fever of Fate" (1/1) by Lisa (haven599@msn.com) "This is not the path I thought. This is not the place I sought. This is not the dream I bought, just a fever of fate I've caught." ---Dean Koontz, "The Book of Counted Sorrows" Mulder's apartment 6:37 a.m. "So, you're just going to leave without saying anything?" Mulder's voice broke through the stillness of the apartment. Scully turned in the doorway. Mulder was sitting up in bed, the covers around his waist, allowing her only a glimpse of his boxer shorts. "I've got to go back to my apartment and change," she told him, keys in hand. "I've got things to do before -" "What about last night?" he asked, rising from the bed to face her. "Were you going to walk into the office this morning and pretend nothing happened?" Feeling his anger, Scully took a few steps back. "I need some time to think, Mulder. I don't want to get into this now." Ignoring her plea for postponement, Mulder continued, "Why did you come into my bedroom last night?" "I was looking for something to sleep in," she replied. "I didn't want to get my suit wrinkled." "Well, I don't seem to remember you wearing any clothing - yours or mine for that matter," he stated. "What the hell is this, Mulder?" she asked. "What crime did I commit?" She turned her back to him, trying her hardest to keep the tears from coming. Mulder stood right behind her, his breath stirring the fine hairs at the back of her neck. "Not telling me why last night happened," he said. "What did you feel when you were with me, Scully?" Scully walked towards the cabinet that held the television set. She stared at its blank screen for a few moments, as if it would tell her the answers. "I did come into your room looking for something to wear and fully intended to go back to the couch." Scully explained, still looking into the blank screen. "But then I caught a glimpse of the moonlight on your face and I sat down on the bed quietly, just intending to be there a few seconds. I didn't realize you weren't asleep. And . . . you know the rest." Scully watched his reflection move towards her. "Turn around, Scully," Mulder whispered. She moved slowly to face him, unable to do anything about the tears now. Mulder caressed her cheek, wiping away some of the tears in the process with his fingers. Scully took a deep breath and told him the truth. "I think I got caught up in the events of the past couple days. At that moment when you awakened, I knew I didn't want to leave," she said. "I -" Mulder smoothed a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe the reverse. Fate caught up to you," he offered. "I don't know." Scully shook her head. "Unless that's what fate had planned." Mulder smiled. "You can't plan fate, Scully." She smiled back at him, but then her face took on a more serious look. "I knew I wanted to make love with you, Mulder." Mulder searched her face, knowing this had to be hard for her. He gathered her close, whispering, "Me too." Scully just let him hold her for a few minutes, enjoying having his arms around her again. Just like last night. Mulder released her and walked back over to the bed, sitting down on its edge. Scully glanced at her watch. "Mulder, we have to be at work in a little over an hour." "We don't have to be anywhere but here," he replied, holding his hands out for her. Scully went to him, lacing her fingers through his for a moment. He reached up and pushed the blazer off her shoulders and to the floor. She unzipped her skirt and crawled into bed next to him, wearing only her shirt and panties, wondering what else fate had in store for them. **** END (1/1) Like what you read? Come to Lisa's Haven: http://shannono.simplenet.com/haven/