DISCLAIMER: The persons of Mulder, Scully, and all the 
other X-Files characters belong to the genius Chris Carter, 
1013 Productions, and 20th Century Fox Television.

SUMMARY: Yet another post-"Memento Mori" story.  It's 
the night Scully comes home from the hospital, she is 
returning to work in the morning.  Mulder drove Scully 
home and is keeping her company through the night.

A spoonful of MSR.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:I wrote this about a week after 
"Memento Mori", but didn't send it until now because there 
were so many other post-MM stories. Hope you enjoy it. 
Thanks to my friend, Jenny, who encouraged me to write 
this.

"At Home"
Written by Liz Bartolomeo
Pizazz X@aol.com

"Oh my God, why is Mulder on my bed? Yes, I know he's 
just on the edge, but he's on my bed. Why?  Ever since we 
held eachother after Besty Hagopian's death I feel I have to 
have someone I care for around me.  I told Mom this, but I 
don't think she understands," Scully pondered while Mulder 
looked at her with a smile on his face.

"Scully, I'm so glad you've decided to return to work.  I'm 
so proud of you."

Scully sat up to face him, "Thank you, Mulder, and for 
watching over me."

"Just call me your Guardian Angel."


Scully suddenly awakes coughing, "Shit," she finds her 
nose is bleeding.

"What's wrong?" Mulder asks groggily as he sits up in the 
chair he moved next to Scully's bed. 

"It's nothing, I just need to get a washcloth."

"You sure you're okay?" asked Mulder.

"Yes, Mulder, I'm fine.  These should be stopping within a 
month.  Well, that's at least what Dr. Scanlon told me," 
Scully says, worried.

"Scully, don't worry about Dr. Scanlon.  He was just a man 
involved," Mulder tells her.

"Involved in what?  In these fertility tests!  In this project! 
What in the world did They do to me?"

"Scully, you will find your the answers.  You will find your 
own truth."

"But what if I don't?" asks Scully.

Mulder gives her one of those 
Don't-you-dare-say-things-like-that looks as she settles 
back in bed.


Scully falls back asleep while Mulder looks over the file on 
Dr. Scanlon again hoping to find some answers that would 
help Scully.  He has not found much on the mysterious 
doctor from Allentown.  Though it seems the treatment he 
gave Scully was infact not harmful to her.  "Thank God!" 
thought Mulder.  Mulder was hoping to see those clones of 
Kurt Crawford again, he had so many questions.  But one 
was for sure, he could never tell Scully, or could he?  Well 
maybe one day when... When what, one day they were truly 
committed to love. "What a minute! Scully and I living out 
our feelings.  Yes, I do, no, I mean, yes I do love her, but 
I'm afraid to tell her," contemplated Mulder.  "I was very 
close to telling her at the hospital, but I didn't want to make 
her feel any worse if she did not love me back."


"Oh, I have such a headache!" Scully thought as she woke 
up.  Her clock read 6:22am.  "I'm going back to work 
today," a strong voice said in her head.  "It has been a 
while, but I am returning."  Scully even walked to the 
bathroom to take a shower with confidence.  She was in 
such a good mood, nothing could bring her down.


Mulder woke up on the couch at the sound of Scully getting 
into the shower.  He sleepily walked to her kitchen to make 
coffee.  Mulder didn't know what time he fell asleep on the 
couch, "it was so unslept on," thought Mulder with a 
chuckle about his own ratty couch.  As he was falling 
asleep that night he was thinking about telling Scully he 
loved her... "He we go, Sumatra.  Gloria Jean's. Hmm... 
good taste."


Scully came out of the shower to find coffee brewing in the 
kitchen, but Mulder was no where to be found.  "He must 
be getting the paper out of the hall," thought Scully.  But 
the door was still chained form the night.  "Mulder," called 
out Scully as she got a mug from the cupboard.

"I'm in here," said Mulder from Scully's bedroom.

As she walked in she saw Mulder looking out the window, 
the morning sunlight coming into the room,  "Mulder, 
what's going on?  Are you alright?" asked Scully.

"I'm fine.  Look outside, Scully, isn't it a beautiful 
morning?"

"Yes, yes it is," replied Scully.  "Mulder, come on, you 
should get going, and I still need to get dressed.  Remember 
we have to go to work today."

"Are you kicking me out?" Mulder joked.

"No, I'm just saying that if you or I get there late, Skinner 
will never give us personal leave again," said Scully.

"Hey, I am the one who only got a week," said Mulder.

Scully gives him one of her looks of annoyance.  

Mulder walks over to Scully to give her a hug before he 
leaves. "I'll see you in little while," said Mulder, walking 
away.

"Mulder, wait," said Scully as Mulder stops in his tracks.  "I 
want to thank you."

"What, for making you coffee?" quipped Mulder.

"No, well yes," laughed Scully.  Being serious again Scully 
continued.  "I want to thank you for everything you have 
done for me over the past few weeks because I know I was 
a real pain before I was diagnosed.  It's just I was under a 
lot of stress."

"Dana, you don't need to aplogize to me," admitted Mulder.

"But I have to, Mulder I love you for, oh I mean, I thank 
you with my heart for waht you have done.  I know I am-" 
said Scully as Mulder cuts her off.

"Why did you change what you said?" asked Mulder.

"I didn't change anything," commented Scully.

"Yes you did; 'I love you'"

"What?" a surprised Scully asked.

"That's what you said: I LOVE YOU, but then you changed 
your mind.  Is that true?" asked Mulder.

"That 'I love you'?  Well, how about you, you said it too." 
said Scully.

"Yeah, but I didn't change my mind.  Here, I'll just come 
out and say it, Dana Scully, I love you.  There I said it," 
exclaimed Mulder.

"Oh my God, Mulder, I don't know what to say." Scully 
stumbled.

"Just counter what I said," Mulder said calmly.

"Fine...Oh, geez," sighed Scully, "Fox, Mulder, I- I can't, I 
do, but I can't say it.  It's in my heart, but my mouth won't 
speak," Scully admitted.

"Then let your heart talk.  Your mouth doesn't always have 
to speak," said Mulder.

"I suppose so," Scully said.

"We can talk later then, perhaps dinner, after work?" 
Mulder suggested. "Remember I do love you, please 
believe that."

"I believe you, Mulder, I always have, and always will.  But 
I don't think I can believe myself.  You and I have been 
through so much over the past four years, but when I found 
out I had cancer, I knew my life could never be the same," 
a concerned Scully said.

"That's why we need to talk," said Mulder as he walked 
over to Scully.

"I'm sorry but I'm not ready yet.  I want to admitt my 
feelings by saying, 'I know' to your earlier proposition, but 
that is not enough for me," said Scully.

"But it is enough for me," said Mulder.

"I'll see you in the office in about an hour."

THE END

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