Title: Entangled
Author: Vesper (Regina)
E-mail: vespertanmer@yahoo.com
Warnings: adult themes
Category: SH
Keywords: Mulder/Scully UST
Summary: A little Coca-Cola, a little movie, a little sleep.
Disclaimer: If no one renews the copyright, they could be mine.
Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, 20th Century Fox, David Duchovny,
and Gillian Anderson--that's who would have to go. Too bad it's
never going to happen. I make no profit from this.
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"What are you doing here, Scully?"

Dana pushed past Mulder, her arms around a brown paper bag.

"My cable quit."

She passed the television in the very much lived in living room,
and dumped the bag on Mulder's perfectly made bed. A bag of
chips and several cans of Coca-Cola fell out.

She continued, "I still don't understand why you can get cable in
here and not in your living room, which, by the way, is
particularly raunchy today."

Mulder rested his hand on the doorpost and asked, "So, why are
you here, besides to criticize my living habits?"

"Well, like I said, my cable went out and I really wanted to
watch this movie, it's Saturday night, I was lonely, and you are
obviously alone, so..."

He smiled and said, "What's the movie about?" He crossed to the
bed and sat down, grabbing one of the cans of soda.

"Oh, I'm not going to tell you. You'll like it. It suits your
twisted humor. It's directed by Tim Burton, with music by Danny
Elfman."

"I thought you hadn't seen this movie."

"I haven't. I just--"

"Know the plot," he finished. "Yeah, I know you, Miss collects
TV Guides."

"Everybody has to have a hobby. It's coming on, quiet."

"Do me a favor, Scully. Don't wake me if I fall asleep."

"Fine."

They settled back to watch the movie. Scully sat back against
the headboard, remote close by. Mulder rested on his elbows,
lying on his stomach, until that position grew uncomfortable and
he joined Scully at the top of the bed. For a while he watched
the movie, but his eyelids kept wanting to glue themselves to his
eyes, so he finally gave up and went to sleep.

Scully glanced over at him and smiled. She reached for the
remote and turned the volume down a notch. When the movie was
over she continued watching until she too fell asleep.

Sunlight streamed in through the slats in the window blinds.
Scully squinted and groaned grumpily, then froze. Several
firefly thoughts flickered through her mind--where am I, I wish
this light would get out of my face, my back hurts. Then
realization struck and she was wide-awake and entangled.

She glanced up and across into Mulder's face, seeing the most
peaceful face he'd ever had. His arms were around her, and
somehow, her legs were in between his. Her heart pounding,
Scully disentangled herself gently from Mulder's encompassing
limbs. He slept like the dead.

Once loose, she looked down at him and whispered, "Sweet dreams,
Mulder."

End.