He opened the door, breezing in, “Hey Scu - “ He stopped immediately when he spotted her at his desk, fast asleep with her head on her arms.
She still wasn't back to full strength, which was understandable. He'd come so close to, so damn close to losing her. The doctor hadn't said, but Mulder knew. He had been within weeks of losing her, possibly days.
Then she'd gone into remission. No one wanted to talk about how that had happened. No one wanted to give credit to the chip, but he knew. He didn't care who or what got credit, she was alive and with him. She'd come back to work too soon; he knew that too, but he'd put up little fight. He preferred having her here where he could keep an eye on her.
He'd talked to Mrs. Scully several times. She'd check in and talk to him so that Scully wouldn't feel 'smothered'. He had no doubt Scully knew, but she'd raised no objections to date. Mrs. Scully hadn't thanked him in so many words, but she'd made her gratitude known. She'd been in doubt about the chip, and she didn't want to set Bill off again, but she knew he'd played a part in Scully's recovery and seemed happy that he was there.
Bill. Boy, he'd walked into that one blind. He'd had no idea of the man's hostility. Okay, he blamed Mulder for Melissa's death. Mulder understood that, he blamed himself. But it was always in the back of his mind that they had been there to kill Scully. He could never reconcile how he felt about Melissa being murdered by mistake, because it had kept Scully alive. Yes, there was a lot of guilt about that, but he was used to guilt.
He just hadn't been prepared for the overt hatred that Bill had shown him. The first words had been to leave 'the work' outside. Did the man really think he would burden Scully with problems from the office at a time like that? Well, maybe he had to some extent, but this was their life, at least it was his.
“You're one sorry son of a bitch.” That had pretty much summed it up, Bill's feelings were clear. That hadn't explained why he had been so determined to keep her from trying the chip. Had he not been willing to try anything? Or was it just that 'Spooky' had made the suggestion, brought the chip. Would he really rather have seen Scully die than believe that Mulder's 'out there' idea had any legitimacy?
No, don't think about him. Bill was back in sunny California - a continent away and she was here with him.
But it was time for her to get home; she'd done enough for one day. She might argue, tell him she was 'fine', but he intended to keep her that way.
He approached her quietly, then touched her shoulder. “Scully?” He spoke softly.
“Scully, it's time to go home.”
She roused herself then, sitting up. She looked a little embarrassed to have been caught sleeping at his desk, but before she could speak, he was talking again. “Come on, let's get a quick bite, then I'll take you home.”
“I have my car.”
“Leave it. I can get you in the morning.”
“That's out of your way.”
“I don't mind.” His eyes were smiling though it hadn't gotten to his lips. He wasn't suicidal.
“Mulder, I'm fine.”
“Yes. You are.” The smile that took over his face caused her to stop, nearly paralyzed. She'd never seen such a smile on his face, and his eyes were a dazzling emerald. It was the happiest she had ever seen the man and it took her breath away.
She saw him reach out his hand to help her to her feet. She took it, smiling herself.