TITLE: Back to Sleep

AUTHOR: Shan  [savewinona06@aol.com]

FEEDBACK: Absolutely loved. Flames are also loved. Even junk
mail is quite cherished.

SPOILERS: None... lets just say it takes place during season
6 somewhere. Could fit almost anywhere, except for the last
few seasons..

RATING: PG

CATEGORY: MSR, and a phone

SUMMARY: Just some back and forths between tired agents.

DISCLAIMER: Not mine, and if they're gonna start getting angry
about this, then they've got too much time on their hands.

ARCHIVE: Sure... just let me know where.

SITE: geocities.com/shanstories ... in other words, all the crap 
you hate reading rolled into one.

NOTE: This one switches their POV many a time... hopefully you'll 
catch on to what's going on in the story. If its too confusing... then 
let me know. Any feedback of that kind is GREATLY appreciated.

And on with the story.





I glanced at the clock before answering my phone. 2:30. God...

"Scully." I must have sounded like hell...

"Scully, it's me."

"This better be good, you woke me up." I closed my eyes for another
second, not wanting to fully awake.

"I couldn't sleep."

"What's new?"

"I just... didn't really know what to do."

"So you called me?"

"Yeah."

"I was having a good dream, Mulder."

"What was going on?"

"I don't remember, now that you called me."

"You weren't dreaming."

"Yes I was."

"Then you'd remember."

"No I wouldn't."

"Then how do you know you were dreaming?"

"Mulder, I'll see you tomor-"

"No no! Don't hang up!"

"What do you want?"

"Keep me entertained."

"No, you keep _me_ entertained. You called me."

"Cause I was bored."

"I'm tired." I yawned again.

And then he yawned.

"Why are they contagious, Dr. Scully?"

"Mulder... you need to go to sleep. At least try."

"I have been trying. For hours."

"We finally have a day off, let me sleep."

"If I can't sleep, you can't sleep. Now, if you were here with me,
that'd be a different story..."

"I'm hanging up."

"No, no!"

"I'm going back to sleep."

"No you're not."

"Night, Mulder."

And she hung up the phone, and leaned back.

A little too awake now to go back to sleep.

Mulder will pay.







"I'm going back to sleep."

"No you're not." If she ::yawn:: hangs up...

"Night Mulder." Click.

Why must she always be so tired when I call in the middle of the night?

I yawned again, and hung up my phone.

I closed my eyes and before I knew it... I'd fallen asleep.



--a few hours later--

I opened my eyes slightly. No... not... the phone...

Another ring... another... did I turn off my answering machine?

God...

I leaned over and picked it up, bringing it to my ear lazily. "Mulder."

"Mulder... I couldn't sleep."

"Scully?"

"Yeah."

"Why are you..."

"You woke me up, I couldn't get back to sleep."

"Yeah, well I finally..."

"Like you said earlier, if I can't sleep, you can't sleep."

"It's 3:30, Scully..."

"So? You called me an hour ago."

"That's different."

"How's that different?"

"2:30 is like a little bit after the end of the day... but 3:30's like
really, really early morning. And I'm not a morning person."

"I know, you're a night owl."

"Don't diss the owls."

She yawned. "I'm gonna try to get back to sleep."

"Yeah, me too."

"And Mulder?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Click.


What?

Did she just say she loved me?

I leaned back against my pillow.

What was that...

Oh, that bitch! She knew that would keep me up...

I leaned over again to get my phone, and dialed her number.

"What is it, Mulder?"

Oh, she knew it was me.

"I love you too, Scully."

Click.







The phone ringed again, and I answered it quickly.

"What is it, Mulder?"

He paused.

"I love you too, Scully." Click.

Did he just...



Looks like no one was going to be able to sleep for a while...


The end