Title: 'TON AMOUR, EST MEILLIEUR QUE LA GLACE...' 

(Your love, is better than ice-cream)



Author: xxx//maddy



Fiction: Rated T (PG13) - MSR/....(kinda)RST, but 

more UST! - 5000 words.



Disclaimer: The characters used in this fic are 

not mine, they were created by Chris Carter and 

are property of C20th Fox. I am not profiting from 

anything I write - I do it cos I feel like it!



Summery: Set post-Tithonus - in the hospital, the 

journey home and the evening in - I played on a 

vulnerable and emotional Scully - all she wants 

is some comfort and protection, and all Mulder wants 

to do is offer her that.



Reviews: Feedback would be great - This is only my 

second fic ever - and I wrote this for Camy hence 

the French in the title), so I have to say thankyou 

to her once more for motivating me to write this, I 

wouldn't have done it otherwise. I hope you enjoy it.



********************************************************



She sat there, propped up by 3 plump, solid pillows - 

as much as she tried to stare out of the window, she 

couldn't avert her eyes from the 'exchange' that was 

taking place outside her room in the corridor. Mulder 

was obviously making Ritter feel worse than he already 

did about what happened in that house, and Scully felt 

glad of it. She felt she was Mulder's property, and she 

liked it - liked the feeling she got from knowing he 

was there for her now, that he would kill anyone who 

intentionally hurt her; it felt like a million rose 

petals blossoming inside her, warming her from her toes 

right through to her fingertips...she knew she loved him

....and he loved her.



Mulder leaned back against the glass door to her room, 

and tumbled in looking as cool as ever - Ritter was 

well informed that he was, in fact, one lucky son-of-

a-bitch...



He turned to face her, and a smile spread across his 

lips - to know she was going to be ok was all he wanted 

at this point, to have her back, in front of him, under 

his control - he felt so much more confident now. As he 

looked at her pale complexion, he knew she was still in 

pain, and it crushed him - to know she was physically 

hurting because of someone else just tore him up. He 

never trusted this other guy with Scully's well being 

from the beginning. 



He reached out slowly for her hand, and she lifted her 

tiny limb up towards him - his touch was warm, and it 

sent a bolt of lightning through her, she felt so safe 

now - he truly was the /only/ one she trusted, and she 

never wanted to be without him. He brushed his thumb 

across hers as she playfully responded to his touch, 

a friendly clasp of hands to say 'I'm so glad you're 

here'. She glanced at their hands together, and saw how 

they..../fit/ - perfectly, they just looked...../right/ 

in oneanother.....



God, stop it! Stop imagining what it would feel like to 

have him gently reach for your face, cradling it between 

his palms as he scatters a perfect kiss on top of your 

lips, illuminating every cell as he presses closer and 

closer towards your mouth, lacing you with that sweet 

perfection he posesses.....before reversing the movement 

as he backs away again to reveal a pinkish flush spreading 

across your cheeks as he releases them, sliding his soft, 

strong hands slowly away again.....just.....stop it....



She couldn't stop imagining these things any more - she 

thought about him all the time, every time he called her 

while she was out on the case, he made her smile, gave 

her butterflies inside and she felt exclusive to be on 

the other end of the line to Fox Mulder - sometimes her 

little fingernail would slide into the corner of her 

mouth and she couldn't help biting down on it, in an 

effort to kerb her girlish excitement towards her partner 

from showing in her voice.



'How can you have too much life..?' Scully honestly wanted 

to know the answer to this question; she could live every 

day with Mulder over and over again, and never get tired. 

They always had something to talk about, something to work 

on, something in common - SOMETHING that kept them fixed to 

one another, unable to let go of each other for longer than 

a couple of days at a time.



'I think death only looks for you....when you seek its 

opposite' 



That's true - Scully wanted nothing more than 

to live - she was loving her life at the moment, aside 

from the fact they were off the x-files. Kirsch would do 

anything to close Mulder down, and she resented being 

offered this case whilst seperated from him - it just 

didn't feel right. As much as she wanted to prove to 

everyone that she was capable of solving this case 

without Mulder by her side, secretly she loved Mulder's 

cheeky and sweet after hours phonecalls with all the 

extra info he could get to help her out.... Mulder 

asked for nothing in return....only that Scully did 

well and redeemed herself for the shit he'd put her 

through because of his hasty lines of investigation 

and all the incriminating evidence they had recently 

uncovered. But Scully loved the thrill she got from 

living her day to day life alongside Mulder, he was 

more than just a best friend to her, he was her 

companion, and she had become accustomed to his 

presence and his ways.



They stared at each other for a while, taking 

in all they'd missed out on since she'd been sent 

to New York. Mulder, still smiling deeply into her, 

continued melting her fingers to liquid as he brushed 

his thumb so gently along them. He felt so gentle, 

yet so strong to Scully - his hand completely enveloped 

hers and she wanted so badly to feel her whole body 

against his, just the same - the feeling of them curled 

up together, somewhere safe and sweet smelling, dimly 

lit with just enough background noise to drown out the 

silence. His apartment, or her apartment....she closed 

her eyes and wanted to be there, cocooned in his embrace 

as they just lay there, talking about everything there 

was to talk about. She desperately needed that comfort, 

more now than ever before, all she wanted was an 

ever-lasting hug from her closest friend.



Little did she know that by closing her eyes for just that 

split second, coupled with the strength of the morphene she 

was still taking, she had sent herself to sleep, and when 

she woke up again, she was in that same hospital room...

alone. She was surrounded by people, but she'd never 

felt so lonely - to fall asleep with Mulder holding 

her hand and protecting her, and to wake up without 

him there was such a deflation. God, she wanted to go 

home.



**********************************************************



'You ready to go?!' Mulder burst through the door to 

Scully's brightly lit room just as she was zipping up 

her bag of things he'd brought down from DC with him. 

She turned, shuffling her feet to one side; it still 

hurt her to twist round too far. His face was illuminated, 

and made the harsh light in the room seem even more 

blinding to Scully. 



'Yep!' - She returned the same, broad smile, only much 

more forced than his, as she thought of nothing but 

arriving home and getting between the sheets of her 

*own* bed, sleeping until she woke up, not until she 

was woken!!



Mulder took a long stride over towards her and picked 

up her bag before briefly rubbing his palm down the top 

of her arm - he  felt warm to her through the soft, fluffy 

grey material of her top; under his hand he felt that 

softeness he'd missed so much, more than he thought he 

ever would or could. His touch was quick, but it was 

exactly the reassurance she needed - she was finally 

on her way out of this place, and with Mulder by her 

side she was confident that nothing else like the Hell 

she'd just endured was going to happen to her for a 

long, long time....if ever.



'Bet you can't wait to get back home, Scully? I know I 

can't...' He placed his palm between her shoulder blades 

and guided her through the open door, as if she were some 

fragile china doll that might break at the slightest touch 

of anyone but his trained self. He never usually felt this 

compelled to touch Scully....in fact, he never usually 

noticed he was touching her at all - but this time, after 

seriously considering how close he came to losing her, he 

responded to every movement her small frame made as she 

walked just a few inches ahead of him.



The journey to the airport was quiet - they both thought 

they'd have so much to say, but they found themselves 

stumped for words - the radio was playing quietly and 

lost reception every time the window wipers swept the 

raindrops from the windscreen of their rented sedan - 

the intermittent white noise became hypnotic and eventually 

Mulder forgot it was there. Scully however found that as 

soon as she noticed it, it became THE most annoying thing 

on the planet, and half way through one of her favourite 

R.E.M.tracks she slammed the on/off switch - hard! 



This caused a sweet smile to spread across Mulder's face, 

and he briefly took his eyes off the congested road ahead 

of him to glance at Scully who's eyes locked onto his and 

displayed her niggling frustration at still being in 

New York. She saw his smile and knew he'd caught on to 

her tiny annoyance - he made her smile back, recognizing 

her own cute reaction to the glitches in the music and 

Mulder in turn laughed sweetly as he focused his attention 

back on their route to the airport.



'So I'm thinking when we get back, I'll drop you off 

at your place, get you settled back in, and I can head 

to that new Chinese place for dinner - get us some 

take-out...?'



'Yeeeeeeessssss!!!' Scully's eyes widened as she sighed 

her approvement at Mulder's great idea - she hadn't 

been feeling all that hungry, but as soon as he suggested 

Chinese take-out, she wanted nothing else, and she felt 

even more eager to get home.....if that was at all 

possible!? 



Again Mulder laughed, and glanced in her 

direction. This time her wide eyes lay firmly fixed 

on the road ahead, as if she was willing the busy 

traffic to hurry along so she could get back to the 

comfort of her own sofa, wearing her own clothes, clean 

out of hercupboard, that smelled of fresh air and 

flowers.....that smelled of...home.



Imagine the worst discomfort you've ever felt, 

that time when you want nothing more than to get 

out of whatever it is you're wearing, throw on some 

soft, loose, light clothing and clamber into bed - 

that time when all you feel is tense and eager to 

feel the cool, gentle pressure applied to your legs 

by freshly tucked bed linen.....all you want is your 

bed and the soft lighting of your humble home. Imagine 

feeling the dullest heaviest pain in your abdomen, like

that feeling you get when you've eaten too much at one 

time, or drank a fizzy soda way too fast. Imagine that 

cold and naked feeling you get when the constant touch 

of someone you love ceases, when all you need is to feel 

the strength of another human-being pressing around you 

gently, but with the potential to crush you with all 

their love and respect for you. Imagine all these things 

all at one time....and then multiply them by ten....and 

you're roughly feeling the exact same thing as Dana 

Scully is right now.



'I just want to go home, Mulder....' 



Her bottom lip softened and she felt hot tears well up 

along a silvery ledge...forming a perfect droplet in 

the corner of one eye before streaming rapidly down 

the side of her face furthest away from her partner. 



That single tear burned her cheek as it raced south, 

leaving a strong trail of glitter behind it, releasing 

a fraction of her pain and anguish while it slowed and 

faded as it reached her neck. Quickly her hand followed 

the line the tear had taken, brushing it away, smudging 

the moisture into her paler-than-usual porcelain skin. 

She hoped Mulder hadn't seen this display of weakness, 

but at the same time she craved his comforting tone of 

voice telling her-



'It won't be long now, Dana...' 



Dana...?! He /never/ called her that unless he felt the 

need - she could recall every time he used her first 

name, but she also knew that this was a time when he 

was indeed likely to do so....at a time he felt he needed 

to sympathise with her, when he took that soft, comforting 

tone of voice she was truly so desperately craving.



'Yeah....I just....'



'I know.'



He glanced at her again, this time with a look of 

empathy, like he too was feeling her pain and would 

give anything to take it away, to make her smile again. 

And how he loved to see her smile.....she *would* 

smile tonight, no matter what, he was dedicating his 

entire being to seeing the one beautiful smile that he 

loved so much.



*******************************************************



Scully had slept terribly on-and-off throughout most of 

the flight, while Mulder sat reading through an old 

book he'd picked up in a dusty smelling book exchange 

in the city. Occasionally he paid attention, but he 

was more bothered about Scully, staring for minutes 

at a time, just following the slow rising and falling 

of her chest to make sure she was ok. As sure as he was 

that she was actually fine, he still couldn't shake off 

the sickening fear of losing her, not now, not this far 

down the line....not when they were /this/ close.....to 

so many things....



******************************************************



Back at Scully's apartment, Mulder pushed open the white 

door to her airy living room: he held the door for her as 

she drifted past his out-stretched arms. You'd have thought 

that the air in a room which had been closed for over two 

weeks would have been all stale and heavy....but it wasn't 

at all - it smelled sweet of hydrangea; the pot pourris 

she'd leftout in a glass bowl made the room seem light 

and fresh, open and welcoming. She breathed in a lungfull 

of the coolair and sighed heavily with her eyes closed: 

no-one could possibly imagine how good it felt to be back. 

Mulder closed the door and walked quickly past her, he took 

the bag through to her bedroom, placing it on top of her 

chest ofdrawers so she needn't move it before climbing 

into bed that night.



Meanwhile, Scully dropped her keys down on her desk - 

each shiny, cool, metal shape falling past her limp and 

delicate fingers, before crashing in a harmonic tone 

onto the polished wood surface. She clicked on her desk 

lamp to illuminate the large room, lit only by the low sun, 

setting on the other side of her slightly tilted venitian 

blinds.The rays of sunshine were still visible after the 

artificial light softened the appearace of the cream walls, 

as she followed Mulder into her bedroom.



Mulder was just closing one of the wooden drawers after 

pulling out a pair of plain white cotton pyjamas that had 

been folded neatly in their place. She realised how nice it 

felt to have someone who already knew where everything was 

in her home, she didn't need to exhaust herself telling him 

where he could find a blanket or some spare towels, or even 

whereshe kept the tiniest of things like the chocolate 

sprinkles for on top of the coffee, or the corkscrew that 

worked better than all the others she'd accumulated over the 

years. It was so easy to have him around, like he was a 

second part to her, and the room felt cold and empty when 

he wasn't there. 



But tonight he *was* here, and he was going to stay and 

make sure she was ok. He lay the light material of the 

pyjamas in front of her where she stood propped against 

her bed, and turned to leave.



'Thankyou.' She paused, 'Mulder, thankyou.' 



Her eyes were focused on the white cotton and her fingers 

toyed around a loose piece of thread - she glanced upwards 

to him, and he glanced back. He shrugged and smiled, shaking 

his head ever so slightly as a signal that what he was doing 

for her was only natural behaviour of a best friend when he 

was needed the most. 



'It's no problem...'And he clicked the door shut with such 

gentleness she couldn't help but melt as a glimpse of a smile 

graced her lips.



As soon as she'd showered and changed, she 

headed into the lounge where she found Mulder slumped on her 

couch holding the remote above him as he rested his arm on 

the back of the couch behind his head. He clicked back and 

forward through the channels, but nothing much captured his 

interest, and he settled for the local news and weather update 

- he hadn't noticed Scully stood behind himm.



'Nothing much on, huh..?'



He tipped his head right back and saw her slightly more rosy 

face looking down at him, framed by a cascade of firey hair 

that draped down either side of her cheeks. She tucked a 

section behind her ear and her hand remained there to stop 

it from tumbling back down. She looked so beautiful, even 

upside down she looked amazing, and he was in awe of her.



'Nope', he averted his eyes back to the screen and she 

moved around the sofa to sit next to him. He must have 

gone back to her room whilst she was taking a shower, as 

he was sat  with a blanket folded in his lap. He wore a 

plain black tee and jeans, slightly faded and scuffed around 

the bottoms where they'd dragged on the floor over time. 

They were his favourite jeans, and they were her favourites 

too - he looked....'at home' in them, and she liked that. 

As shedropped to the couch, a sweep of air drifted towards 

Mulder: she smelled of sugary sweet vanilla and mild flowers, 

he imagined her skin all warm, smooth and creamy and he felt 

the urge to just snuggle her up close to him, but she did 

that herself....



As her head rested heavily on his chest, she tucked her feet 

up and reached for the blanket out of his lap - he brought his 

arm down from behind his head and positioned the huge folds of 

the blue blanket around her, resting his arm on her waist, 

moving his fingers every now and again as a method to make 

sure she knew he was still awake. They sat like that for almost 

an hour, watching various bits of tv and occasionally chatting 

about the visual stimuli. It was purely phatic, but neither of 

them cared; all that mattered was they were together and safe,

and having a relaxing and pleasant evening in.



'You still want me to go for that take-out, Scully...?' 



He moved his whole body as he leaned to look at her face.



'Mmmmm....' Her brow furrowed and she turned up her lips 

in disapprovement... 'I dunno, Mulder...I actually don't 

feel that hungry at all....sorry.'





'That's cool, I can just make something small here, but you're 

gonna have to eat something - you've had nothing all day.'



He was right, she hadn't eaten all day, and as much as she 

thought she was hungry for Chinese food when she was sat in 

the car in New York, she found herself repulsed by the thought 

of anything other than-



'Ice cream...I want ice cream...'



She lifted her head up and sat straight on the couch. Mulder 

looked at her and laughed...



'Ice cream?!'



'Yeah, oh my God I just want to sit here with a tub of ice 

cream.'



Still beaming at her, Mulder stood up and smoothed out his 

jeans.



Scully looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes, and of course, 

he wasn't going to deny this woman her one desire....



'Do you even have any in?' He headed over to the kitchen and 

she kneeled up on the couch, arms draped over the back of it 

as she faced him.



'No, but the video store a couple of blocks down sell my 

*favourite* cherry garcia.....' She raised her eyebrows, 

'seeing as you were heading out for Chinese food anyway....'



He picked up his keys and clasped at the golden door handle, 

twisting it briskly. 



'I will be back in ten minutes.'



*************************************************************



While he was gone, Scully stayed where she was, enjoying 

every second of the nurse maid treatment she was receiving - 

this was exactly what she needed and she felt a million 

times better for having Mulder stay for the evening. As 

much as she needed to rest, she wanted the company - she 

was tired of sleeping all the time and sitting in a room 

on her own- being with Mulder was the best remedy she'd 

ever encountered. Even when she did sleep, she couldn't 

shake thenightmares she was having - reliving her ordeal 

over and over again, feeling that inexplicable pain as she 

dropped to the ground, slumped against the wall, the face of 

death flitting around her, seeking her gaze as a pathway 

to taking her soul. 



Her thought was disturbed by the latch on 

the door. Mulder let himself in again rather than make her 

get up from the couch - he usually knocked unless it was an 

emergency and he knew she wasn't there - they exchanged keys 

a while back, it just seemed like the thing to do.



'One cherry garcia for the lady' He produced a perfectly sized 

tub of heaven from the paper bag and handed it over to a 

slightly giddy Scully who was obviously craving this girlish 

indulgence. He tossed a spoon from the kitchen drawer as she 

snapped open the lid, shattering the quietness surrounding her.



'Mmmmmmmm,' she growled at the sight of the red swirls 

decorating the untouched white ice cream, laced with soft, 

dark cherries. It was like undisturbed snow on Christmas morning, 

and she suddenly felt childish again; she wanted to be the first 

to destroy the smooth white layer of glittery heaven. 



'Thanks.' 



She dragged the tip of the spoon over the surface of the ice 

cream, melting it into a small curl before levering it into

her watering mouth.



And there it was....that which Mulder had wanted to see all 

day, she looked right at him as he watched her, and she smiled 

so brightly that her whole face glowed.



He couldn't stop himself any longer. That was it. He dropped 

the brown paper bag down on the kitchen counter, along with 

his keys, and he rushed over to where Scully was 

curled up, swirled in the celular blanket like the cherries 

in her ice cream. He perched on the cushion right next to her, 

his heart racing for the love he felt so strongly for this

amazing woman. 



And she *was* amazing - she was everything he could ever 

want: funny, intelligent, bright, honest, strong....and 

unbelievably beautiful. 



With a mouthfull of ice cream she met his gaze, and she was 

shocked my the intensity in his eyes - there was passion in 

there like she had never seen before, and she found her whole 

body aching for him to reach out and touch her. He was so 

closeto her that he could smell her silky hair: pineapples, 

passion fruit and a smudge of coconut blended in with the 

sweet allmond and berries drifting off her breath. For what 

seemed like forever they stared at one another, unable to 

move, frozen, locked into one another's eyes....



Scully shattered the spell as she dropped the tub and spoon 

to the floor beside her, and Mulder reached out for her face 

with both hands sliding his fingers through her hair - he was 

gentle, but pulled her closer to him with enough force to make

her catch her breath. This is exactly how she thought it would 

happen. 



She finally realised that this was what she *really* 

wanted.



He pressed his lips against hers, and they both sighed 

heavily, releasing six years of tension all in one breath. 

Her lips were cold in places, but deliciously sugary - he 

felt her fingertips stroke the skin across the back of his 

neck - they were icy cold and as her nails gently scratched 

him he felt apulse pass right down his spine. 



She responed to his shiver by pulling him firmly towards 

her - it was passionate, but sweet and gentle at the same 

time. If one kiss had every emotion that two people could 

feel for one another, this kiss had them all. Love, 

hunger, yearning, respect,awe - it was a shock to both 

of them.



Without pushing too far, they moved away from each other, 

painfully slowly they parted their lips, one cell at a time 

- their mouths fell open, breathing into onne another, eyes 

closed, brows tense, unable to mentally or physically process 

what had just happened to them. 



'I thought you were going to die, Scully...' Mulder whispered, 

moving his fingers in small circles on her scalp as he pressed 

his forhead against hers.





'*I* thought I was going to die too...' Her hands slid down 

his neck, around his shoulders, traced his collar bone and 

rested at his chest, pawing gently at him though his smooth 

black t-shirt. They stayed like that, close, for just a few 

seconds while they slowed their heartbeat, got used to how 

close they were to the other.



Finally, the corners of Scully's lips turned upwards, and 

she dropped her head to face her lap as she laughed breathily.



Mulder opened his eyes to see Scully shaking her head and 

laughing like a schoolgirl who'd just got her first date. 

He couldn't help but feel that same childish laughter well 

up inside himself either, and he let out a throaty giggle.



They looked at one another again, and paused before 

breaking down in the sweetest laughter each other had ever 

heard.



**********************************************************



By 11pm, Scully was falling asleep in front of the film 

they were watching - Mulder had chosen something from the 

video store when he went to get the ice cream, he made 

sure it was something that Scully would like too....but 

she was exhausted.



He looked at her as she slept - she looked so peaceful 

and innocent - you wouldn't be able to tell the things 

she'd been through in her life just by looking at her. 

Rather than waking her, Mulder moved from underneath 

her and reached down to carry her into her bed. 



Usually he'd have left her sleeping on the couch, but 

he knew that if she woke up in the night, she'd be 

uncomfortable there. And besides, he knew how much 

she wanted to be inher own bed after spending two 

weeks between hospital sheets. He positioned one 

arm across the top of her back and managed to drape 

her arm over his shoulder, her head dropped forward 

and into his neck as he lifted her with his other arm 

tucked underneath her knees. 



She was lighter than he remembered, maybe she'd lost weight 

since he had to carry her up that ladder in the ice and snow 

- he didn't know, just as long as she was nnever as 

painfully thin as when she was fighting her cancer - 

/that's/ when he was most bothered by her tiny size, 

he was watching her waste away, and it was killing him too. 

But that's all over now - he had her back, in his arms, in 

his sight, and he was never letting her go again. He never 

really trusted that kid, Ritter, and he'd never trust anyone 

else either.



He kicked back the covers with his foot, and slid his 

partner gently underneath them. Just as he pulled the 

feathery quilt around her, she stirred and opened her eyes:



'Mulder?'



'Yeah, Scully - it's me, I'm still here.'



She smiled ever so slightly and whispered, 'Good'.



He stroked the length of her arm and made to leave the room. 



She lifted her head.



'Where are you going?' Her tone was abrupt and high.



'I'm gonna take off, I'll call in on you tomorrow though,

I promise.'



She shuffled and sat, propped up on her elbows - he could 

see the whites of her eyes glistening in the glimmer of 

light from the moon outside.



There was a pause before she drew the courage to ask him:



'Don't go.'



He was touched, but he was reluctant to take advantage -

after what had happened earlier, he was unsure what the 

hell was going on between them, the last thing he wanted 

was to get the wrong idea....so he played it safe.



'Ok, I'll take the couch. Just call me if u want anything' 

and he took a couple more paces towards the door.



'No...'



He was confused, and so was she. She didn't want to have 

sex with Mulder, she wasn't thinking like that, she just 

wanted that comfort, she wanted to fall asleep with him 

wrapped around her, and wake up exactly the same way.



'Scully, I-'



'Don't make me say it out loud, Mulder.....just...'



He was still unsure...



'Scully I'm sorry.....I just don't wanna mess this 

up-'



'I know, I know, but....just....I-' 



He saw her eyes growing brighter, he could see tears 

forming, ever so slowly.



He strode over to where she was sitting, and she out

stretched her arms to him. He pulled her into a warm 

hug, and she loved the strength he possessed when 

he held her like that.



She whispered into his ear 'Just lie with me, please.'



'Ok'



Mulder let go of her and wandered round to the other 

side of her bed. He climbed on top of the covers and 

shuffled across to where she lay curled. He moved 

close to her back, and rested his arm across her body. 

Every fibre of her being relaxed, and she merged into him, 

bringing her arms around his and resting her chin against 

his skin.



It wasn't long before she drifed off to sleep, and every 

time she woke up with a start through the night, she felt 

Mulder's embrace tigten ever so slightly around her - 

just the reassurance she needed, she'd never felt so safe, 

and she wondered if she could ever sleep another night 

without him by her side....



............!!



Did she *really* just think that...?



What had happened..?



What had she done...?



It didn't matter, not now - she could worry about that 

another time.



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For Camy - I love ya, girl, and this is just for you - 

I hope you like it...



Again, I tried to do the best I could without losing sight 

of the characters.I initially wanted this to be UST, but 

couldn't help putting a bit of a kiss in there; I tried 

it without any physical contact, but it was seriously

lacking something.



Hope it's not too soppy and whiny on Scully's part either 

- I just wantedto make the most of her feelling vulnerable, 

I could see that in her face when she wa sat in the 

hospital end at the end of the ep.



Anyway...please feedback if you enjoyed it - I need 

a bit of a push - if you like them, I will write more, 

and if not, I shall quit before I embarrass myself too 

much!!



If you haven't read my other fic, it's called TEQUILA - 

check it out, it's similar in parts but different too!!



Thanks for reading...