| Title: Snowed In (2/3) Author: DM E-Mail: [email protected] or [email protected] Distribution: Yes, thank you! (I would love to know where so I can come and visit it:) Spoiler Warning: You need a general knowledge of the character's and show. Rating: PG Classification: S R Key Words: Mulder/Scully Romance Disclaimer: Nope, they're not mine� They belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and 20th Century FOX. Summary: Mulder and Scully are stuck in the car� in a snow storm� just put two and two together and remember this is a MSR Notes: This is a sequel to my first story, "Snowed In". I received a lot of requests for an additional piece, so here it is. It most likely will not make too much sense if you don't read the first one� If anyone is interested, just let me know and I'll send you part 1� Thanks for reading. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Mulder and Scully's car Vermont Country Side 9:03pm *And, maybe, just maybe, he hadn't missed the right time he was looking for to tell her how he truly felt. Infact, he knew he hadn't.* The weather outside the car was worsening by the second, but on the inside all one would find was a peacefully sleeping couple; remaining warm from a stiff, itchy emergency blanket and shared body heat. Now that Scully had revealed her feelings, albeit unknowingly, to Mulder, he was able to let sleep gradually overtake him as well. Somehow, as the agents slept, Mulder moved his body and was now lying on his back, leaving Scully no choice but to lay half on top of him, her head resting on his chest. The move was made unconsciously, but Scully began to awaken as she felt Mulder tighten his grasp on her. She gradually opened one eye and realized where she was, and wondered how she managed to end up on top of Mulder. She knew she should move, but there wasn't really anywhere to go. Besides, Mulder's chest made a comfortable pillow. At the thought she looked up at his face and suddenly remembered the dream she had just woken from. She couldn't help but be amazed at how real it felt. She involuntarily shivered at the thought. What she wouldn't give to be able to confront him the way she had. When Scully shivered, Mulder's heightened senses detected the change in Scully's demeanor and he awoke. Without opening his eyes he could tell that Scully was awake as well. He was confused. He was now on lying on his back with Scully lying on top of him. He decided, that in order to avoid an embarrassing situation, he would keep his eyes closed and let her continue to think that he was asleep. Besides, he was enjoying how close Scully was, and the longer it lasted, the better. Then, he heard her let out a sigh and felt her warm breath gently blow over his forehead and rustle his hair. He then realized exactly how close his partner's face was to his own face. He managed to keep his eyes shut. Scully let out a soft sigh as she looked at her sleeping partner. She felt a burning pain in the back of her chest and throat as she remembered how her dream had ended. She closed her eyes in natural reflex and let out, in a pitiful, barely audible voice, "why?" Mulder barely made out what she had said and felt her shoulders stiffen. He now became fully aware and awake. Something was wrong. He knew Scully was having a personal moment, so he felt it best not to let her in on the fact that he truly was awake. Then she spoke again. "Why can't I just be honest with you?" she murmured. Scully just couldn't keep it in; she had to let something out, even if it was in a hushed whisper. Besides, Mulder was asleep, he wouldn't know the difference. Mulder couldn't believe it. Had he heard her correctly? He knew that she wasn't speaking for him to hear, but her question was directed at him, nonetheless. He wanted to answer her; he wanted to scream that she could always be honest with him. She, however, wasn't ready for him to say that just yet. He knew he had to do something, but he didn't know what. Scully felt a tear slip out of her eye. She was mad at herself for crying. She was relieved that Mulder was not awake to see her break her usual cool exterior. But, she was thankful that he was there. His presence was comforting. She looked up once more at his face. It was no longer the peaceful face she had just looked into a moment before. His brow was furrowed and she hoped he wasn't having another one of his nightmares. She, carefully, with out trying to disturb him, reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair off his forehead. At her touch she noticed the tension in his face release and the corners of his mouth lifted into a contented smile. She was relieved, and despite the pain she still felt, let out a small smile of her own. Then she rested her head back on his chest and grabbed a fist full of his shirt. He was asleep, after all, and she needed as much physical contact as she could get. When Mulder felt her hand brush his forehead, he knew. He couldn't just lie there and let her hurt the way she was. When he thought about it, he wasn't gambling too much by letting her know how he felt. She had basically borne her soul to him, twice in the same evening. It was now his turn to share a secret. He felt her grasp on to his shirt and lie her head back on his chest. He chose that moment to wrap both arms around her and embrace her in a hug. Then he whispered, "You can be honest with me, Scully. I want you to." Scully felt his arms encircle her. She let it be, thinking it to be nothing other than an unconscious act. Then she heard him. She must be dreaming. But she was still awake. She opened her eyes only to see Mulder looking intently at her. She was so shocked, embarrassed, and confused all at the same time that she tried to sit up and put some distance between them. But, in the process she scooted too close to the edge of the seat, and with a thud, fell to the floor. As she sat there on the floor, she was utterly embarrassed. Her face began to grow pink and she covered her face with her hands. Then she felt Mulder's hands on her shoulders and felt him help to lift her off the floor and on to the seat next to him. He was now sitting as well and placed his arm around her shoulders. "You okay?" He whispered. All she could do was nod her head, yes. "Scully," he began to continue what he had been saying before she fell. "I want you to know that, no matter what you have to say or what you think, I want you to be able to be honest with me. I need you to." All Scully was able to do was bow her head, close her eyes and shakily whisper, "I thought you were asleep." "I know," he said. He lifted her chin up with his index finger until they were face to face. Her eyes were still shut, but she knew she couldn't hide from him. "Mulder� I�" She was cut off as Mulder replied again, "I know." And with that he took his free hand and mimicked the act that she, herself, had executed only moments before. He brushed a few stray strands of titian hair away from her face and traced the track that a freshly shed tear had made as if fell down her face. When his finger reached the corner of her mouth, he began to gently trace the edges of her lips. Then, he pulled her face close and kissed her for the second time, but for the first that truly counted. Scully was floored. She couldn't believe that she was kissing Mulder. Although she had dreamt what she had many times before, she had never woken up to have this happen. When she pulled away from his mouth and saw the look on his face, the same look she had seen so many times in her sleep, she couldn't help but smile. Her heart melted when he smiled back at her. Feeling more confident, she found her voice and asked, "how?" "Hmmm?" Mulder said. He couldn�t quite manage to say much more than that. "How did you know?" "Oh," he paused. "You told me." Scully was confused. She knew she hadn't told him. She wanted to tell him. That was the whole problem; that was the reason she was so upset. Finally, all she could say was, "Mulder�?" and raise her eyebrow in a questioning manner. Mulder wasn't quite sure if she would appreciate him telling her what he had been witness to, but he couldn't lie to her. "Well," he began, choosing his words wisely. "I was almost asleep when I heard you say my name." "Oh?" she swallowed, almost afraid to hear what came next. "Umm hmmm. You asked me, ummm, a few questions." "I did," she gulped. "Yeah, and I answered them." "Really?" She began to understand what had happened. "What did I ask you?" "I think you know." She waited a moment, realizing the full meaning of his words, then replied, "I'm sorry, Mulder. You should have woken me." "Should I have?" Mulder asked with a smile pulling at his lips. "Yes," she said, not knowing whether she should be upset with him for letting her do what she did. "Scully," he said now seriously. "If I had woken you�" He couldn't continue. It was then that she realized if it weren't for him witnessing her dream, none of this might have happened. "I know, Mulder," she said, her face softening. "How?" "Because I know you," she replied smiling. Mulder knew that she would understand. He looked down at her smiling face and an uncontrollable feeling of love overwhelmed him. He already knew that he loved her, as a friend, best friend in fact. But this was different. He could learn to get used to it. Scully took hold of Mulder's hand and rested her head on his shoulder. In response he tightened his arm around her shoulders. She was happy, and despite the fact that they were stranded in a car in the middle of a snowstorm, there wasn't a place in the world she would rather be. She closed her eyes, happy and content, and murmured, "Thank you, Mulder." "No," he replied and rested his head atop of hers. "Thank you." ~ The End? Should I keep going? Let me know� I love feed back! "If coincidences are just coincidences� Then why do they feel so contrived?" ~ Mulder |