msr | s5 | words: 700
“Scully,” he barges into her hotel room with a flashlight in his hand, “Scully, is your power out, too?”
Scully is sitting on her bed, dressed in her pajamas and sitting in the lotus position. She faces him but her eyes remain closed; though Mulder wants to wait patiently, he can’t help but to rush over and sits right next to her on the bed.
“Yes, Mulder, your room is next to mine, and if your power is out, the chances of my power being out is exponentially high.”
“Well, what were you doing?” He tries not to shine the light in her face, but at the same time he wants to see her face.
“I was watching some TV before bed. You?” She hops off the bed and he follows her, shining his flashlight on the carpeted floor so that she can see where she is going.
“Taking a shower. I had to finish it and get dress in the dark.” He pouts a little and she notices. “I...I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”
“Thanks, Mulder.” She opens the window to invite the night breeze into her room. “Did you want something? You should try to get some sleep.”
“I....." His voice trails off. To her surprise, Mulder reaches for her hand and guides them back to her bed. “I, I’m afraid to see the zombie or the insect creature again. I don’t think they followed me here, but....”
Scully climbs onto her bed and pats the space beside her. “Do you want to stay here until the power comes back?”
He hops onto the bed and smiles like an excited golden retriever. She can’t help but to match his smile. “Which side do you want?”
“Which side do you want?”
She suddenly blushes, her face redder than a candy apple at the county fair. She moves to hold his hand, notices the red marks on his wrist, and moves her hand to his elbow. They both sit on the bed, with the flashlight between them.
“This is like a slumber party.” She says after a minute of silence.
“Did you have a lot of those growing up?” He suddenly smiled, “were boys allowed?”
“We had family camp-outs in the backyard. We had a lot of those, actually. We made s’mores and hot dogs, Ahab would tell scary stories on the sea, encounters of ghost ships and such. We got so scare that Charlie and I would accompany one another to the bathroom.”
“That sounds like fun. What else?”
“We listened to radio dramas together. Remember the Radio Mystery Theater?” Her smile brilliant, “those were fantastic.”
He looks at her and just feels happy. She’s radiant. She’s smiling and sitting next to him, rubbing shoulders and touching his elbows. Just nearly a year ago, she was so sick, so frail, and he feared losing her every day. One night he had held her in his arm and cried, and wondered what he could do to save her, to just have more time with her, to be able to spend all his time with her.
‘Did you listen to it when you were a kid?” Scully asks and he presses his lips together tightly.
Noting Mulder’s hesitation to reply, she changes the subject quickly. “Why don’t we try to close our eyes? I don’t think the power will come back anytime soon.”
She senses his panic face coming on and quickly grabs his hand. “I meant here, you can stay here until the power comes back on.”
Mulder smiles and puts his head on the pillow. He really is tired. He moves his head close to where her hand lies and closes his eyes.
She reaches for the flashlight between them to turn it off and places it on the nightstand. Lowering herself onto bed, Scully keeps her hand exactly where it has been: under Mulder’s smiling cheek.
And both of them pretend to be fast asleep when the power comes back on with a low but loud hum seven minutes later.
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