But I Do Love You
By: WickedShadowsCry





Dana Scullys Apartment

Georgetown, Virginia

Friday 2: 15AM



The lightning flashes through my room and the rain drops hit the window pane in a dramatic fashion I cant sleep I feel so alone It scares me I was listening to the radio, hoping to find a song to lull me to sleep and make me forget my almost abandoned feelings, but what I found only made me feel more lost. I needed to reach out. I needed a friend. I needed, Mulder Even if it was just to hear this song again with me I remember my niece bought me a CD, her way of saying I had to be cool. And with that CD, came this song, which now has me awake, wanting to contact my only friend Without even bothering to look at the time, I reach for my phone.

"Mulder", he answered at the third ring, sounding surprised by a phone call. Of course, I look at my clock and want to smack myself. Why the hell did I call?

"Hey, its me. Were you sleeping?" I ask afraid that I was disturbing him.

"No. No." I could hear the rustling of sheets as I got his attention. "Hey, you know me better than that. When the hell do I sleep, Scully?" he asked teasingly.

I chuckled lightly, "How could I forget youre an insomniac? Im sorry I called so late. I didnt realize the time"

"Hey, its Ok But why are you up? Is something wrong?" Great, now I had him worried.

"I just um I just needed to talk," my damn voice cracked, which got him even more worried.

"Scully? Dana, whats wrong? Are you sick? Hurt?"

I chuckled dryly and wiped a few of those deceiving tears away, "Im lonely."

He sighed his relief that it wasnt something that would make me die, although I felt it would. "Hey, you know what? Im lonely, too. It's crappy outside. That doesnt help brighten the mood either."

"Can you come over, please? I, uh I'd like you to stay with me tonight. There's also this, um song I wanted you to hear. It describes a lot. So, can you come over? I mean, I dont want to get..."

"I'm already at my car. I'll be there," he said softly before hanging up.



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Dana Scullys Apartment

Georgetown, Virginia

Friday 2:40AM



I went into the kitchen to make some tea, when I heard a key being plunged into my lock. I turned my head to face the door and quipped, "Its open." He hurried inside with his dry-cleaning in his hands and doused from the rain. I ran to his side to help him. "Mulder, are you crazy? You should've waited for the rain to let up."

"Hey, you said you needed me. A little rain can't stop me from being here for you." He reached out and caressed my cheek and whispered, "What are friends for?" I nodded softly and smiled my gratitude. God, I really did need him. He was already out of his wet jacket and was now following my every step. I went to take his dry-cleaning to my room when it occurred to me I turned to face him.

"Oh, shit, Mulder! We have work tomorrow!"

He laughed softly, "Actually, in a few hours."

"Oh God, Im so sorry I dragged you out so late."

He raised his hand again and cupped my cheek so that I could meet his eyes. "You didnt drag me out, Scully. I wanted to come." He smiled and grabbed my hand. "Come on. Before we make the sleeping arrangements, I want to know what song made you desire to call Spooky at this late hour to invite him for a cup of tea."

"Oh God, the tea!"

"Relax, I took it off the stove when you weren't watching. Its safe. Sit down and I'll get our tea. Be right back."

I watched him walk away as I sunk into my couch. What would I do without this man? True, he can be a pain in the ass, but he's really an amazing and wonderful person. And damn me if I try and deny it, I love him. No wait, I'm in love with him. He's smart, caring, gorgeous, sexy, and he loves me right back I know he does, I only pretend not to notice I have just reached my wits end; I need to tell him. I'm too damn lonely. We're too damn lonely.

"Mulder?" I finally say. He looks at me with our mugs in his hand and he smiles down at me. He sits down and hands me my cup.

"Whats up? Ready to talk?"

"I want to hear the song", my voice is shaky and I cant help it. He places his mug on the coffee table and curls into my couch, facing me. His back is against the corner, his right arm is draped over the back of the sofa, and the fingers of his hand are grazing my shoulder lazily.

"Ok. Lets hear it."

I swallow hard and press the play button on my remote, so my stereo will fill my living room with the words...



'I DON'T LIKE TO BE ALONE IN THE NIGHT' This earns me a curious glance from him.



'I DON'T LIKE TO HEAR I'M WRONG WHEN I'M RIGHT' This gets me a chuckle and a nod.



'I DON'T LIKE TO HAVE THE RAIN ON MY SHOES' Appropriate for the weather, he says.



'BUT I DO LOVE YOU' And this makes his eyes bulge a bit.



'BUT I DO LOVE YOU' And then a bit more His fingers stop stroking my shoulder. He is really concentrating on the song now.



'I DON'T LIKE TO SEE A SKY PAINTED GRAY' Rain makes the sky gray Mulders eyes are gray sometimes Aliens are gray At least thats what Mulder says I chuckle nervously at the thought and at his expression. Lips pouty and eyebrows furrowed together in pure concentration



'I DON'T LIKE WHEN NOTHING'S GOING MY WAY' This part is pretty obvious to him



'I DON'T LIKE TO BE THE ONE WITH THE BLUES' "Or you," I add and he looks at me in mild shock. Seems like he forgot I was here.



'BUT I DO LOVE YOU' He's letting everything sink in. He looks at me and I nod.



'BUT I DO LOVE YOU' Yeah, Mulder, in spite of everything I do love you, I tell him mentally.



'LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THE WAY YOU'RE LOVING ME' He frowned. Why? Does he feel he doesn't show me?



'THE WAY YOU LAY YOUR HEAD UPON MY SHOULDER WHEN YOU SLEEP' Now, why does this remind me about the time I drooled on him, in the car, during a long stakeouts nap? Oop. Apparently he's remembering the same thing I saw a smile.



'AND I LOVE TO KISS YOU IN THE RAIN' Oh God, its raining. Kiss me. Ok, not yet.



'LOVE EVERYTHING YOU DO, I DO' Except when he ditches me. That I hate.



'I DON'T LIKE TO TURN THE RADIO ON'

"This is my favorite song, right now," I tell him. He smiles.



'JUST TO FIND I'VE MISSED MY FAVORITE SONG'



'I DON'T LIKE TO BE THE LAST WITH THE NEWS' That may give him a hint to tell me things before its too late. No wait, he likes that. Then I'm trapped and have no choice but to follow the X-File. How many cases do I find out about when he already has my ticket? All of them?



'BUT I DO LOVE YOU' Yep, Scully loves Mulder. News Flash.



'BUT I DO LOVE YOU' Yes, I do.



'LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THE WAY YOU'RE LOVING ME' He sighed. He recognizes that this is repeated. Uh oh, does he know what comes next?



'THE WAY YOU LAY YOUR HEAD UPON MY SHOULDER WHEN YOU SLEEP' Oh my God, he's pulling me towards him. He strokes my cheek and locks his eyes with mine. I forget to breathe for a few moments.



'AND I LOVE TO KISS YOU IN THE RAIN' "I've never kissed you in the rain," he murmurs before closing his lips over mine. His fingers thread through my hair pulling me close.



'I LOVE EVERYTHING YOU DO, OH I DO' "I love you, too, Scully," he mumbles before slowly pulling back.



'I DON'T LIKE TO BE ALONE IN THE NIGHT' "Sleep with me in my bed. I want to be with you," I breathe out.



'I DON'T LIKE TO HEAR I'M WRONG WHEN I'M RIGHT' "I will," he says softly before kissing me again.



'I DON'T LIKE TO HAVE THE RAIN ON MY SHOES'



'BUT I DO LOVE YOU'



'BUT I DO LOVE YOU'



'BUT I DO LOVE YOU'



The End.... Maybe I'll write a sequel? NC-17?