There was a knock at door. Mulder stood up groggily and answered the door. "What's up?"

Scully was on the other side with a bag of groceries. "Just wanted to see how you are."

"I'm alive." He said moving back to let her in. "You didn't have to do that, Scully."

She tried a small smile despite a lump rising in her throat

"I know I didn't have to. I want to."

She placed the bag onto his countertop. He placed his left hand over her right one.

"Thank you, Scully. For everything." He caught her eyes.

Scully was caught for a moment in his hazel eyes. She became slightly afraid that he would see how she really felt if she kept his gaze,so she glanced downward toward the bag.

"You didn't happen to bring a movie or two with you, did you?" He said sensing that he'd made her uncomfortable. Looking slightly sheepish she presented "The Invisible Man" and "The Untouchables"

"You are a woman after my own heart, Agent Scully. Bring beer?"

"And iced tea," she said, starting to grin

He smiled over at her remembering what he'd said to her a few years back. "Could be love..."

"Might very well be," Scully muttered under her breath.

He swallowed hard. "What did you say?"

He was facing her now. She reached up to brush a strand of hair off his forehead. "Might very well be," she whispered barely audible. Then she started to move, thinking she had scared him. He reached out to stop her with his good arm. "Scully...Dana..." He let his hand reach up to touch her cheek.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," she tried to take it back. "Maybe I better go."

"Don't go." He let his finger trail over her trembling lips. "Please...watch the movies with me...I promise to take this as slow as you need to."

"It's okay, Mulder," Scully whispered, still kicking herself for saying anything. "Come on, let's go sit down."

"Go on in. I'll be right behind you. Give me a few minutes." He was in pain and needed to take his pain medication. He didn't want her to see. He saw a momentary flash of disappointment and hurt that he didn't trust her enough.

"Okay," she agreed.

He slammed the cabinet door after she was out of the room. "Mulder, you are an ASS."

He put a bag of popcorn in the microwave and slowly walked to the doorway. "Butter or plain?"

"Buttered is fine." Scully quickly wiped her face.

She opened a bottle of iced tea as she settled against Mulder's couch. He saw her wipe the tears and it broke his heart. He was torn between going to her and leaving this "journey" up to her. He wanted her. He knew the first time they'd spoke that she could be it for him. "Scully..."

She looked up at him. He walked over to her and knelt in front of her. Her legs were parted and he propped himself up with his good arm. His mouth inches from hers. "I don't want to ever make you cry."

"Mulder, come up here," Scully said softly, gently taking him by his good arm and pulling him up beside her.

"I guess I need to be plainer."

"You don't need to be plainer," Scully disagreed as she slowly reached out to touch his face. He closed his eyes and moved into her touch. He hadn't shaved in a few days and he wondered now if he needed too.

The microwave beeped. He sighed. "I'll get that and be right back."

He kissed her palm.

"I'll be here."

He stood slowly. He was a bit dizzy, but shook it off as he headed to the kitchen. He made it to the door facing before having to reach out and hold onto something to steady himself. He tried to quickly recover and hoped she hadn't seen him. But she did. She wordlessly helped him back to the couch again.

Then she got the popcorn out of the microwave. If it had been anyone else but her, he would have been embarrassed. "Thank you." he said as she sat the bowl on his coffee table.

"So, which one first?"

"You pick."

He was surprised she'd picked movies they both liked.

Scully picked up "The Untouchables" and stuck it in. She sat back on the couch and took a handful of popcorn. He was watching her and their hands touched briefly inside the bowl. "Sorry...ladies first."

"It's okay. Go ahead." Scully withdrew her hand completely opting instead to drink from her iced tea bottle. She took a sip. "I love this movie."

He picked up a piece of popcorn and held it to her mouth. He was more content to watch her than the film. Scully finally rolled her eyes and took the popcorn from him.

"I'm being too sappy." The medicine was giving his tongue full reign of his words. Normally he would keep these things to himself.

"Watch the movie, Mulder. Enjoy yourself" was the only thing she said

Thinking that he'd read the signals wrong he scooted away from her. He'd just have to live with the fact that all they'd ever be were partners.

She caught his hand and gave it a squeeze thinking...no, knowing she had screwed up.

Mulder laced his fingers into hers. "Just watch the movie, Scully." He teased. "No necking." He turned red. He couldn't believe that he'd just said that. Scully gently retracted her fingers and turned back to the T.V. set. He covered his face with his hand. What an idiot you are, Mulder! He took a quick peek at her. Scully's eyes stared straight ahead at the screen. She tucked her legs under her, sitting as far away from him as she could. She thought she had blown it too. She wished she could crawl under a rock. He sensed that she wasn't watching the movie. He hit the pause button on the remote.

"What are you doing, Mulder?"

"Clearing the air."

"Okay." she said slowly, but she turned to face him, still sitting cross-legged on the couch. "About what?"

He moved closer to her. "This." He brought his lips centimeters away from hers. "If I kiss you, you aren't going to deck me are you?"

"If I said no?" she said in a barely audible whisper.

He gave her no time to back out. His lips closed over hers. The kiss was short, but it left his heart racing.

Scully gently cupped his face. "Sssh..." she whispered when she felt his apprehension if it was the right thing to do. "It's okay."

"Let me do that again." He pulled her mouth to his with his good hand and let his tongue slowly invade her mouth.

Scully whimpered but allowed him in. He pulled back breathless and rested back onto the couch. When she didn't say anything, he whispered, "I'm still waiting for you to punch me."

"I'm not going to punch you." It took her a moment to find her voice.

"Not even if I kissed you like that more often?" He turned to face her.

"Nope," she said softly.

He smiled and took her hand in his. He clicked play on the remote.

I Dana Scully take thee Fox Mulder. She shook her head, sighing softly .

"You look tired." He said about half way into the movie.

"I am a little." She got up. "And I should probably let you go to sleep."

"Don't go." It wasn't so much the words, as the way he said it that got her attention with vulnerability, almost little boy like. He didn't want to be alone. "I'll take the floor, you can have the couch."

"Would be nice if you had a bed." It was out of her mouth before she could stop herself. "Uh..." She turned beet red. "I mean are you sure you don't want the couch?"

"We could always go to your place." He took her hand in his.

"It's okay." Stupid! Stupid! She managed a smile. "Wanna flip a coin to see who gets the bathroom first?"

He stood up slowly and drew her to him. "You get the bathroom first. Want a t-shirt? I would offer you some sweats, but they'd fall off of you."

"Yeah. True. What have you got for t-shirts?"

"Grey or black, your pick." He said softly into her ear.

"Black."

"You look good in black." He said as he released her and headed to get her a shirt.