Title: No Apologies
Author: StDanaK
Archive: Gossamer, please
Spoiler: SLIGHT X-Files: Fight the Future
Rating: PG
Classification: MSR
Summary: Scully lets her guard down and gets a
response she doesn't expect. Will it end the way she
thinks it will?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

DISCLAIMER: Mulder and Scully aren't mine, I'm just
taking them for a test drive. They belong to the All
Powerfull Chris Carter, 1013, and Fox. No infringement
is intended

No Apologies

Scully went from one radio station to the next, trying
to find something that fit the melancholy mood that
had settled over her. Finding nothing, she sighed and
turned it off.

It was a Saturday and she was alone, something that
was as common now as it had been when she had first
assigned to the X-Files. Since she had been assigned
to Fox Mulder.

The sudden thought of her partner made the tears come
again and she rubbed already puffy eyes. Swearing
under her breath, she went into the kitchen and poured
herself another glass of wine. Taking a long swallow,
she went back into the livingroom.

It was all his fault. If he hadn't shown up at her
door last night, half drunk and dressed to kill, they
wouldn't be in this mess in the first place.

Scully shook her head. No, she couldn't put it all on
him, she had done something that she shouldn't have as
well.

But when he had come into her apartment, at an ungodly
hour in the morning, she had been furious. It was deja
vu all over again, leaving out the part that he
demanded she sneak into a military guarded morgue at
two in the morning to do an autopsy.

No, instead he had just dropped by at 2:30 in the
morning. No case, no excuse, no damn reason at all,
except that he was too drunk to drive home.

She had taken a deep breath and told herself to calm
down. Then suggested, as though to a small child, that
he call a cab.

Frowning, he had looked around, confused, not
answering for a moment. She had impatiently called his
name and his eyes had slid back to her as he slurred,
"No more money."

Letting out an explosive sigh, she had spat, "How
typical."

Mulder had tried to focus his eyes on her face, and
when that didn't work, he simply planted his feet and
mumbled, "Jus' wha' e'zactly are you 'mplying, Agent
Shcully?"

"If you weren't hammered, Mulder, you would know
exactly what I am implying. But since you are, I'll
explain it to you in small words and short sentences."
She then proceeded to do just that and things had gone
down hill from there.

Their words were sharp and they cut deep as they threw
them at each other like knives, not caring where they
hit. The angrier they got, the closer they drew to
each other, trying to be heard above the other's
accusations. 
 
Soon, they were face to face, angry and breathing
heavily. It was then that Scully became truly aware of
*him*. His smell was of crisp, night air mingled with
smoke and the alcohol that soured and, at the same
time, sweetened his breath. His hair was mussed and
sticking up, giving him that lost-little-boy-look she
was so used to. 

They had both stopped suddenly, in mid-sentence, as
she had watched the shadows drift across his eyes as
they slid from hers and down her body. She had felt
their caress through the spaghetti-strapped nightgown
that she had worn that night and her breath came in
fluttery gasps as his eyes had slowly come back to
hers.
 
Barely aware of what she was doing, she had reached
for him, their breath mingling just before his lips
claimed hers. His arms had slipped around her waist
and he had slowly slid his hands up her back to her
hair. His fingers left a trail of fire in their wake
that had seeped into her skin and straight to her
heart.

Their tongues met in a primordial dance and a soft
moan had escaped from her throat. For a split second,
his grip on her had tightened and he had pressed
himself to her, his lips becoming hard and demanding.
And she had surrendered herself completely, wanting
nothing more than to be held him, to be loved.

Then, it had been ripped from her in one deft move. He
had backed away, shock evident in his clouded, hazel
eyes. 
	 
And she had stood before him, laid open at his feet.
Exposed.

"I, uh, I gotta go," he had mumbled and back out the
door, shutting it behind him.

She hadn't realized she had been crying until a hot
tear had slipped, unchecked, down her cheek. She had
wrapped her arms around herself, shutting herself away
again. Going to her bed, she had curled into the fetal
position and cried herself to sleep.

Scully was suddenly jerked back from her memory.
Someone was at her door. Setting the wine glass down,
she scrubbed her cheeks free of tears and looked
through the eye-hole.

Mulder stood before her, dressed only in a white
T-shirt and black jeans. 

Scully closed her eyes briefly, then opening them,
said, "Go away, Mulder." To her annoyance, her voice
cracked.

His head suddenly snapped up and she could see the
certainty in his eyes. He knew she was upset. "Let me
in, Scully. I need to talk to you," he told her, his
voice soft.

She shook her head against the door. "No, Mulder. Go
home." She hated the way her voice quivered in her
throat, giving away her emotions that she tried so
hard to keep from him.

"Scully, please."

That one word had always been her undoing. Why could
she never say no?

Letting out a sigh, she slowly unlocked her door and
opened it. Then, without looking at him, turned and
went into the livingroom.

Mulder came in and closed the door, then followed in
her wake. When he got as far as her couch, he stopped.
He took in her stiff back and the way her arms were
wrapped around her. He'd seen it a hundred times in
the past and knew that she was trying to keep herself
disconnected from the situation. Aloof.

"Scully, about last night . . . I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have said the things that I did," he said quietly.

Scully didn't turn, instead she simply closed her eyes
and dropped her chin to her chest in humiliation. He
didn't love her and he didn't want her. She had let
her guard down and she had been a fool.

"But, Scully, I won't apologize for what I did,"
Mulder
said, his voice stronger, as though words alone could
pull her back to him. "I just wanted you to know, is
all." Having said what he had set out to say, he
turned and headed for the door, his mind screaming at
her to call him back.

"Don't go."

The words were so soft that he wasn't even sure they
had been spoken. Turning back, he watched her make her
way to him. 

Burying her face in his chest, Scully wrapped her arms
tightly around his waist. She smiled as she felt his
tighten around her as well, holding her to him. 

After a moment, she looked up at him. "I won't
apologize for it either," she whispered.

He smiled as he cupped her face in his hands. "Then
don't," he replied gently and took her lips with his.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
WELCOME TO THE WIDE WORLD OF FLUFF!
Okay, what'd ya think? Please don't be too harsh and
send
feed back to: StDanaK@yahoo.com Please? (Puppy dog face:)
__________________________________________________
Do You Yahoo!?
Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger.
http://im.yahoo.com