Hey! I am back with some more X-files stories. I had a bit of writers block, or a boyfriend, but that's over, so I will be back to my old ways.

Anyway. Enough of that sad talk.

Spoilers for Triangle. Also, I own nothing.

Please enjoy!

Scully had come back to my hospital room later that night, after I called her out of boredom. I know she was a bit hesitant, especially after my declaration of love, but she's never denied me of anything.

So, there she sat, reading a magazine, in her normal clothes. She looked great in her every day clothes. I had the chance to see her womanly curves and her relaxed demeanor. It was refreshing. She didn't walk around with her normal, professional exterior.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, I was bored. And sure, having Scully there was awesome, but she wasn't entertaining me, at all. So, I thought I would cause a little havoc, just to make the best of the situation. And that's how it all happened.

"You know, when I was on the Queen Anne, you were there, Scully. I promise you, it was you. I mean, you were different, but still Scully," I blurted out.

She closed the magazine shut and tossed it on the bedside table. She looked at me and raised an eyebrow, silently telling me to continue with my little shenanigans.

"You were beautiful. You had your hair done up in these curls, and you were wearing this little red number that would drive all the men at work nuts," I admitted without looking at her. I had my eyes closed, recalling that fond memory.

"You were a OSS Agent, which I thought was fitting. You may have looked fancy, but you were feisty, just as you are now. Which by the way, I admire." I took my chance and looked over at her. She was staring at me in awe.

"It was funny," I chuckled, "I grabbed you, trying to get your attention, and you threatened me." I laughed at that memory. "And when they were killing people, you got in Krycek's face and called him a little weasel. That's when you, the real Scully, showed herself. I had never been more relieved. It was good to know that I wasn't alone, that my partner was there with me. I felt safe ."

I looked at her again, and she was smiling. "And then, eventually a fight broke out, and you and I escaped. We ran throughout the entire ship, hand in hand, until we reached the deck. And that's when I convinced you that you were going to have to turn the ship around to save the world. You didn't believe me, but I trusted you to go with your gut instinct. I saw it in your eyes."

She smiled at me, rolled her eyes, and said "I always do."

"Yeah, well, before I jumped over board, I was feeling pretty bold. So, I grabbed you and we had a heated, ten second make out session. Honest to God truth," I threw my hands in the air.

She looked at me, with skeptical eyes. "Well, now that I believe, actually. I can see you doing something like that."

I laughed at her. She believed that part but not the rest. Classic Scully.

"It's true, Scully. The Past Scully was just as skeptical as you. In fact, now that I think about it, you two are exactly alike. Both brave, beautiful, and hot-headed." I said with a smile. "Anyway, it wasn't a dream. It was an X-file, and I have to say my favorite one."

"Mulder, I am not saying I believe you, but I am not dismissing you either. I just believe that maybe it was a dream or a hallucination."

"Scully, come here," I beckoned her. She walked over to me, hesitantly. "When I kissed you, it was real. It felt absolutely real. And after I kissed you, you punched me in the face. Right here in my eye, actually," I pointed the bruise out to her.

She reached her hand out and felt my bruised eye. She was quiet for a second, but I felt the energy in the room shift. She finally believed me.

"So, I decked you after our heated make out session," she questioned. I shook my head. "Well, than, it was either really great or terrible." She giggled.

"Oh, trust me partner, it was fantastic," I guaranteed her.

"Hmmm, I suppose someday you will have to prove that theory to me," she bantered.

"Scully, are you coming on to me," I shot back.

"You could say that, Mulder."

"Alright, Scully's coming on to me," I sung to myself.

"Yeah, well, don't push your luck. I am still mad at you for ditching me," she said with a bit of hurt.

"Ah, I was hoping you would take pity on me and look past that part. I am sorry, Scully. But, if it is any consolation, it was probably a good thing. You saved the world!"

"Yeah, nice save, partner."

"I try. But I am sorry," I said honestly.

"Mulder, did you really mean what you said to me, or were you still stuck in the past," she questioned unsure of her self.

"I wouldn't have said it, if I didn't mean it, Scully."

"I figured. I am sorry I dismissed you like that. That was insensitive of me. You do know that I have feelings for you too, right."

"I know. I can see it in your eyes. But, I just wanted to make sure that you know I have feelings for you, too. So that maybe one day, we can get our act together."

"We will be together, Mulder. And somehow, I believe that it will be forever."

"Yeah, you're kind of stuck with me."

"I am stuck with you by choice. And, I honestly wouldn't have it any other way."

"Neither would I, Scully."

"It's getting late, partner. I am exhausted and visiting hours are about over. I am going to go home for the night. I will be here at about nine to bust you out of here," she said with a smile.

"Alright, if you must. But, tomorrow, I am leaving this place, I don't care what the doctors say."

She giggled a bit, and then planted a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Good night, Mulder. Try to behave, for me," she pleaded with those diamond, blue eyes. They get me every time.

"Fine, but only for you. The things I do for you."

"I appreciate them all. I will be here tomorrow, I promise."

We gave each other one last deep gaze, then she headed out of my room. Once the door shut, I smiled to myself, my heart feeling ten times lighter, and I passed out, excited to see My Scully tomorrow.

The END!

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