Power-Outage Day by Lolabeegood E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com Distribution: Archive freely with my name attached Rating: R Categories: V, R Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance Spoilers: Up to and including IWTB, but this takes place before it. Summary: A day in the life of Fox Mulder while living in long-term isolation. Author's Notes: The first one I wrote was called 'Laundry Day' and now I've decided to write a series. The stories are very loosely tied to each other so reading them in some kind of order is really unnecessary. I do not own the characters. I do not make any money from this. Enjoy! ************************************* Fox Mulder snuggled under the large down duvet and reached a tired hand out to find Scully under the blanket. She was a few inches from him, lying on her side and breathing softly. He felt her rib cage rise and fall peacefully and thought there was no better way to start the day then to wake her up and make love to her before she left for work. He opened his eyes, tentatively, and noticed their bedroom seemed blanketed in morning light. It took his mind a moment to register that it shouldn't be. Turning to their alarm clock he saw that there were no digital numbers looking back at him. He sat up in bed and noted that there was no electric hum running through the house indicating appliances were running. He looked over at her lying with her red hair tossed over a pillow, and wondered how late she was going to be. He hoped she didn't have anything pressing waiting for her at work. Mulder slipped his feet down onto the floor and padded towards the stairs, intent on checking the kitchen clock for the correct time. As he passed the bureau in the hallway her phone started to vibrate. He looked toward the lit screen and saw that it was 9:17 am. "Shit!" he swore under his breath. She was going to be pissed. He grabbed her phone and walked back into their bedroom, trying to think of the best approach. Scully and he had been late for work a few times when they were back in the FBI and they had not been good mornings. Mulder sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand on her hip. He lightly shook her back and forth until he started to see signs of life. "Scully," he cooed softly. "Scully, the power went out and the alarm didn't go off." "What?" she snapped to life as her body jolted in their bed. "The power's out and..." "What time is it?" She asked as she sat up in bed and cleared hair from her face. "Almost twenty after nine," he said tentatively. "I'm sorry?" she asked as she attempted to clear her head. "It looks like the hospital's been calling," he said as he handed over her blackberry. "Shit!" she swore loudly as she scanned through her calls. He got up off the bed so she could rise, "I'll get you a granola bar and some juice in a travel mug." "Shit!" she said loudly again as she held the phone to her ear, "I'm supposed to be in surgery right now." "Hi Jane, its Dr. Scully," she paused to hear Jane speak. "The power went off at my house and there was no alarm." Mulder threw some jeans on and a sweatshirt and walked downstairs. He wanted to stay away from the swearing Scully tornado that was about to happen. He heard doors bang and feet running around upstairs. It was shitty she was late but, surgeries got rescheduled all the time. She just hated that she was going to have to rush and fly into work like something the cat dragged in because she couldn't have a shower or iron her hair. He thought she always looked beautiful, but he wasn't going to dare say that this morning. Mulder stood in his bare feet in the kitchen eating cheerios from a bowl while reading the latest sale flyer from the local electronics store. He heard more swearing upstairs and he thought the cause was a stubbed toe. He reached for her travel mug and poured orange juice into it; he then walked to the cupboard and grabbed a couple of fruit and nut granola bars. Placing her alternative breakfast near the front door, he was just about to go back to his cheerios and flyer when she called for him. "Mulder!" "Yeah?" he called from below, not wanting to go upstairs. "Come here for a sec," she called back. 'Shit, did she fall in the toilet?' he thought as he put down his bowl 'or was he about to get chastised because she didn't like the way he squeezed the toothpaste today?' Mulder climbed the stairs ready to be chewed out. Scully, rarely, if ever, had any issues with him, but if there was a time she would freak out about something, it was on one of these mornings when everything was going wrong for her. He walked into their bedroom and saw no sign of her. "You called?" he asked. He couldn't help the sarcastic tone in his voice. "The car is supposed to go into the shop today. It should actually already be there. It took me two fucking weeks to get this god damn appointment and now they may not even look at it." She snapped as she applied eye liner. He watched her from the bathroom door and was amazed at how the sailor came out in her at times like this. "Why don't I call the fuckers and see if they can re-schedule?" He chuckled as he spoke. She stopped applying her eyeliner and smiled back at him in the mirror. "That would be helpful," she smiled. He walked up behind her and kissed the back of her head. "You get ready, and I'll take care of the pricks." That comment gained him an even broader smile. "I love you. You, ass." "I love you too, my little shit." He smiled back at her in the mirror. ************************************** The end.