The I in Team
Part 6: Reciprocation
Timeline: season 6
Tags: MSR; I won’t call it fluff, but…
Words: 2.6k (pt. 6)
A/N: It’s done! And now I have soooo many prompts to get to. This felt more difficult than I thought it would to wrap up, but I hope some folks like it. This is my longest story so far, and my first completed wip.
There were many things he loved about her, when he let himself think about it: the way she would stop and stretch and sigh in the middle of an autopsy; the fact that even her pajamas looked a bit formal and professional; how she couldn’t hide a blush; that look she gave him when she was trying to disagree, but he could tell she didn’t. His favorite, though, really his most favorite thing about her if he were being honest with himself and feeling just the right kind of way, was that she could fall asleep anywhere and did, regularly—uncomfortable hospital chairs, rental Ford Tauruses from every state in the Union, his couch nearly every time she sat down on it. And here she was again, after a long day, now in a mini-bus bringing them back to the conference motel: conked out with her head on his shoulder. He watched her sleep, smiling, just letting himself feel, and it was like little thunderclaps of realization, how much he loved her.
They’d passed the course, whatever that meant, and received, each, a little Kinko’s copy slip of paper: Team Builders™ certified. Skinner would be so proud. Tomorrow morning they would fly back to D.C., to normal life and to work, and to whatever would become of them.
For now, he lay his hand on her thigh, just above her knee, and watched her mouth slip open in sleep. He indulged a wild fantasy of waking beside that drowsy face, perhaps on a Sunday morning in his apartment. Perhaps naked. Would she bring those button-down pajamas in a little overnight bag? Would he undo the buttons one-by-one? It had been so long since he’d let himself imagine. The thunderclaps kept coming, little squeezes to his heart.
When the bus stopped, he brushed his knuckles to her cheek and whispered into her hair, “We’re here.” Her head shook in surprise as she came awake.
“Mulder?” And then she saw and remembered and said “Oh,” and rubbed her eyes.