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I’ll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours - Scully x Mulder (4/4)

Summary: Mulder and Scully wake to find themselves in the wrong apartments, and in the wrong bodies. In a desperate search for answers and a way back to their old selves, can they keep their feelings in check? Or will their minds, and eyes, wander?

A/N: It's a biggin, lads! I didn't know how to end this so I kind of just kept going for a moment, but here we are. This wacky ride is over, and I hope you liked it!

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 3,300+

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It wasn’t that simple, Scully was right, though it took them a while to agree and finish organizing the files, they still found themselves in each other’s bodies.

Sliding his feet back into his shoes, Mulder placed the statue on top of the filing cabinet. His fingers running over the jutting curves of the dark wood. He figured if it could work while they were both at home then it should work the same way to turn them back, plus he wasn’t too keen on being near it any longer.

He felt Scully’s hand on his shoulder, pulling his focus from the statue to her. She seemed tired, recognizing the look of fatigue on his own face as it stared down at him.

“Ready to head out?” Scully asked as she began to head for the door, her jacket draped over her forearm, reminding him to grab his own.

“Yeah,” They made their way to the elevator, leaning against the walls as they began to ride up. Looking at her now, he noticed the way her clothes had become wrinkled, her tie completely undone around her neck, and her hair was disheveled from her running her fingers through it one too many times. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she looked well fucked. Especially given the faint shade of pink that dusted her cheeks.

The amused look he had on his own face immediately dropped once the elevator doors opened to reveal Skinner on the other side. In an awkward dance, they moved around each other as Skinner got on and they got off.

“Didn’t expect to see you two in.” He commented, and Mulder noticed the way his eyes looked them up and down as his own look of amusement tugged at his features. “An eventful day?”

“Just some spring cleaning, Sir,” Mulder replied before the doors closed. When he turned to give Scully a look, she was already halfway to the car. “Did you see his face?” He said as he ran to catch up with her.

“No, what? He looked normal, I don’t think he suspected a thing.” She replied, her hand resting on the door handle as she waited for him to unlock the car.

“No, not that.” Mulder got in and waited for her to close the door before reaching out to fix her hair. “You look like you’ve been...well, you look like,” He was struggling to say it, but the way her eyes widened told him she may have gotten the hint.

“You look like me after I’ve…” She gasped, it was her turn to reach over and fix his hair, buttoning the top two buttons of his blouse. “Oh, God. You think he thinks…?”

“The look he had on his face tells me yes.” He replied as they stared at each other for a moment before they both began to laugh uncontrollably.

“At least our cover isn’t blown,” She cried, clutching her sides.

“True, but we might have to endure being the center of office gossip for a week or two.” Mulder turned the key and started the car.

“You think he’s going to gossip?”

“Skinner? I bet he’s got a bet going on this very subject.” He stated, causing them to fall into a fit of giggles again.

They were silent for a moment as he drove along the streets. The sun had begun to set, and much to his dismay, the sun visor did little in the way of blocking it.

“I’m assuming I’m taking you back to your place,” Mulder spoke, unsure of what they were supposed to do next.

“Yeah,” She affirmed before looking over at him. “You’re not going home, are you?” There was a subtle hint of worry in her voice, something that could have gone undetected if it wasn’t his voice she was using.

“Not unless you want me too.” He replied, taking in a deep breath as he mulled over what he wanted to say. “I don’t know about you but, I’m still a little freaked out over all this and...I um,” Mulder kicked himself, even in someone else’s body, using someone else’s mouth, the words he wanted to convey still fought against him as he struggled to get them out. “I don’t really want to be alone right now.” He felt her hand cover his over the gearshift for a second before moving away.

“We can order pizza.” It was her way of saying; I don’t want to be alone right now either.

The minute they got to her apartment, he began to complain again, tugging at his clothes. “I don’t understand how you go about your day when this fucking death trap is digging into your flesh.” He groaned as he fell face-first onto her couch.

“Come on, grumpy.” She said as she walked into her bedroom. Kicking off her shoes, she untucked her shirt before she began digging through her drawers. Only noticing him in the doorway once she found what she was looking for. “You know the drill.” She motioned for him to stand in front of her, and he complied, closing his eyes.

Somehow it was worse than it was this morning, the feeling of her warm hands undressing him while he had to just stand there. He couldn’t help but let out a groan when she took off the bra, his hand seemed to instinctively move to rub the side of his rib cage, feeling the indented flesh that was left there.

“Arms up.” She had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing at the sudden relief he seemed to feel. Grabbing his arms, she guided them through the holes of the bralette she was putting him in, hoping this would finally get him to stop complaining. She continued to change his clothes, putting him in some sweat pants and an oversized t-shirt, she figured he’d feel more comfortable in the familiar material. “You can open your eyes now.” She spoke, moving away from him to take off her socks, throwing them by her shoes.

“What about you?” He asked, wondering if she had found his attire as uncomfortable as her own.

“I’ll be fine,” She shrugged him off as she began to unbutton her long-sleeved dress shirt, tossing it on her bed. The white t-shirt she had on under it was comfortable enough. He was still standing in her room when she left, his gaze fixed to the dress shirt on her bed, his dress shirt, haphazardly thrown as if it belonged in that space.

Shaking his head, he left the bedroom to find her on the phone, ordering pizza. With very little grace, he plopped onto her couch, spreading out as he laid down. She was so little, he thought, his legs didn’t even reach the end of the couch.

“Pizza will be ready in forty-five minutes.” She said. Walking over, she shoved his legs out of the way to make room for her to sit. “Comfy?” Scully asked, half sarcastic, half genuine.

“Very, thank you for taking that horrible contraption off of me.” He smiled at her as he moved to sit. She just nodded, picking up the remote as she began flipping through the channels, stopping when she came across Psycho. They stayed silent for a while, watching the black and white movie.

“What would you do?” Mulder asked, his eyes drifted to her face. “Would you take the money?”

“Well…maybe,” She replied, still watching the screen. “But I don’t think it’s worth dying for.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t have died.” He said matter of fact, causing her to look at him but he had already returned his gaze back to the TV.

“No?”

“No, you’re way too much of a badass to be murdered in a shower, plus you would have seen it coming.” He shifted in his seat, tucking one of his legs under him. “And even if you didn’t, I would have shown up by then.”

“Oh, you would?” Scully asked, amused at his assurance. “You’re telling me you’d notice my absence fast enough, as well as accurately guess where I’d be headed if I split town?”

“Of course I would.” He answered solemnly, stealing another glance at her only to find she was still looking at him. “Do you doubt me?” Mulder questioned with a smile, holding her eyes for a little longer than normal, waiting for her reply. They both jumped when the doorbell rang. Mulder watched as she got up to answer the door, rolling his eyes when he saw her fish his wallet out of her pocket.

“Do I want to know how much this was?” He asked, walking to the kitchen to find some plates and napkins as she placed the boxes on the coffee table.

“Probably not,” She teased with a grin, brushing past him to grab a couple of beers out of her fridge before joining him on the couch to continue their movie. They wasted no time, digging into the hot pizza as they watched the plot unfold before them.

“I don’t doubt you, Mulder,” Scully spoke after a moment, catching him off guard, he figured she’d drop it. “I never have.” Reaching out, she nudged his shoulder playfully. “But don’t think just because you saved me, I’ll be sharing any of the money.”

“Oh, I see. But you’ll let me pay for the pizza.” He smiled back at her, enjoying the moment. It was so rare for them to fall into these light-hearted conversations, but he cherished every minute of them.

“You’re the one who eats most of it anyway, and now I know why, I’ve never felt so hungry.” Scully poked fun at him as she stretched out her limbs, his limbs, resting against the couch with a plate full of pizza.

They stayed like that long after the pizza dissipated, watching a few random movies. Neither one of them quite sure how to end the night. She felt like she couldn’t send him back to his apartment, not in the state they were in. Scully wasn’t even sure she wanted to be alone in his body, she felt weird being in charge of it, and the idea of him alone with her body felt even stranger. Not because she didn’t trust him, it wasn’t about trust, there wasn’t anyone she rather be in this weird situation with anyway. But the idea of not knowing where your body was or what it was doing, that was just a little too much for her.

So they sat, side by side, movie after movie, suppressing yawns as to not let the other know just how tired they were. But maybe that’s what got them in this situation in the first place. Scully was aware they had some trouble communicating some times…ok, most of the time. Maybe they both had some things they needed to work on in that regard, but how do you start a conversation with someone about needing to communicate more? It was almost laughable. She saw him stifle another yawn out of the corner of her eye.

“It’s late,” She started, wincing slightly when she saw him tense up. “Alright, so…” Turning to face him on the couch, she took a deep breath. “Arguing is what got us in this mess in the first place, so maybe open communication will get us out…I don’t want you to leave.” She offered, relieved to see his shoulders relax at her words. “Things are too weird right now, I don’t really…” She paused as she forced herself to finish her thought. “…want to be alone.” Mulder nodded.

“I don’t either.” He admitted, scratching the back of his neck, her neck, their neck? Standing, they began clearing up the mess they had made, turning off the tv. Scully moved to head towards her room when she noticed him sit back down on the couch, moving the pillows around.

“What are you doing?” She asked, pausing.

“…Getting ready to sleep?”

“Don’t be silly.” Scully shook her head, giving no further context to her words. “Plus, you’ve got to brush your teeth.” She added, disappearing into her bedroom. He sat there for a moment before getting up to follow her. “Here.” Handing him her toothbrush, she opened a cabinet to pull out a new one for herself. It took him a second to realize why she had done this, causing him to laugh.

“I forgot for a moment, that I was you.”

“I don’t know how.” She laughed with him, holding his hand steady as she applied toothpaste to the brush. It felt odd to her how easy it was to fall into a domestic kind of silence with him, as they both stood there brushing their teeth, it didn’t feel out of place for them. Nor did it feel out of place for him to be here like this, something that she usually found annoying, mainly with past boyfriends. She couldn’t stand to have someone constantly in her space, but with him, it didn’t feel like an invasion. Mulder felt more like an extension of herself. Maybe it was because he was in her body, she thought. Maybe.

As they finished, she walked over to her side of the bed, pulling back her sheets as she watched him head for the door. “Where are you going?”

“Couch?” He answered in the form of a question, pausing in her doorway.

“Why? You’re me and I’m you,” She pointed out. “So it’s not like we're sharing a bed with each other, more like sharing a bed with ourselves.” Standing for a moment longer, he shrugged, she wasn’t wrong and he’d much rather sleep in her comfy bed than on her couch.

He watched her as she unbuckled her belt, stepping out of her dress pants…his dress pants. Sliding under the sheets in a t-shirt and boxers. Mulder figured if she could do it, so could he. Stepping out of the sweatpants she put him in, he climbed into bed, sighing as he tried to get settled. It had been a long time since he shared a bed with anyone, and he suddenly felt self-aware of his limbs and their desire to squirm.

“I should have grabbed some pajamas for you,” She mumbled, causing him to glance at her. She was laying on her side facing him, watching him move his pillow for the third time in ten seconds.

“I’m comfortable.”

“Are you?” She pushed, causing him to stop his movement with a huff.

“I have a hard time…settling down.” He admitted though he didn’t think she’d find his news at all shocking. They had, after all, had to share sleeping spaces in the past. “I don’t really know why.”

She hummed in response as he began moving again, turning to his side to face away from her. He was just about to move once more when he felt her arm wrap around his waist, pulling him against her chest as she threw one of her legs over him, her forehead pressed between his shoulder blades. Her weight felt nice and a sense of calm washed over him.

“Thanks,” He sighed, his own arm resting over hers.

“I don’t think your ideas are stupid, Mulder.” He could barely hear her as she spoke. “And I really didn’t mean to tell you to go fuck yourself. Sometimes I think you just really have a way of getting under my skin.” Scully admitted, nuzzling further against him.

“I know,” His thumb slowly rubbed against her arm. “I don’t think your ideas are stupid either.”

“Night, Mulder.”

“Good night, Scully.”

He laid awake for a little while longer, fighting sleep so he could remember what this felt like.

Sunlight flooded through a crack in the curtains, hitting Mulder right in the face. Groaning, he hid behind Scully’s back, pulling her tighter against him. He took in a deep breath, everything smelled like her and he realized he’d never had a better night's sleep in his life. But as she moved slightly, he realized how small she was in his arms. She was in his arms.

Slowly opening his eyes, Mulder found her, in her own body. Somehow they had managed to stay in the same position all night, which would have been astonishing in of itself, but it was outweighed by the fact that they were now in their own bodies again.

A part of him was relieved, it felt nice to be back in his own body again, and to see her back in her own, but he was also a little sad, knowing he’d have to peel himself away from her and pretend like none of this ever happened. Because that’s probably what she’d want, right? Scully will wake up any second, with a look of regret in her eyes and tell him her actions were due to strange circumstances. Deciding he didn’t want to see that, he slowly got out of bed.

Scully woke only moments later, the sudden absence of warmth caused her to roll over, her hand blindly seeking him, only to find the bed empty. She sat up quickly, a mix of confusion and rejection swirling inside her. Not even noticing which body she was in, she bolted out of bed and towards the living room, wondering if she’d find him on the couch, only to see it empty.

Mulder turned at the sudden noise in time to watch her walk over to the couch. He could see the way her shoulders slumped as she stood there, causing his chest to tighten. Was she looking for him? Did she think he’d just leave?

“Morning, sunshine.” He spoke, causing her head to snap towards his direction. Mulder was standing in her kitchen, still in his t-shirt and boxers,…cooking them breakfast?

“I thought you’d left,” She admitted with a sigh, walking over towards him. It was only when she was a few feet from him that she noticed he was in his own body again, and so was she. She paused as her second realization hit, that she was standing in her kitchen in nothing but her underwear and an oversized t-shirt. In front of Mulder. Before she could turn to go put more clothes on, he moved towards her, both his hands resting on her arms.

“Why would I leave?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged, raising her hand to touch his face, his face. An unexpected rush of warmth flooded her body. “I missed seeing your stupid face.” The words left her mouth before she could rethink them, but the smile that tugged at his lips told her maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.

“I missed you too.” Leaning down, he kissed her forehead, his mouth lingering there for a second before he pulled away. Their gaze locked on one another again before she noticed his eyes dip down towards her lips. Leaning down again, he moved to place a light kiss there, pulling away only for her to pull him back down again. Holding him there longer then what could be written off as friendly.

She didn’t know what came over her, or what finally broke her apprehension, but she couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could he, apparently. Before they knew it, their mouths were moving against each other, slow at first, but growing needier by the second. His tongue had just met hers when he suddenly remembered the food.

“Shit!” He pulled away, quickly moving back to the stove to turn it off before the food was completely burnt. Just as soon as he was gone, he was right back, kissing her with even more desire than before.

“Don’t you want to finish making breakfast?” She asked as he began kissing down her jaw, but her hands made no move to stop touching him.

“That’s not what I’m hungry for," He replied, bending down to wrap her legs around his waist, causing her to yelp.

They never did figure out who sent that statue, though they had other more pressing matters to attend to. It could wait till Monday.

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