She whispered his name softly in her sleep. Her body tight with the wanting. Her breath quick in her through. He watched in amazement as he saw a part of Dana Scully he only dreamed of. She wanted him, plain and simple. She rolled across the bed, and onto the floor. She was suddenly jarred out of her wonderful dream.

Fox Mulder was at her side in seconds. He was leaning over her in a protective manner. Fear gripped his sides and made him hold her arm tighter then he should of.

"Scully? Are you ok?" the concern was there, but so was the love.

"Mulder? How…when…did you…"she couldn’t finish a sentence.

Had he been there the whole dream? Had she called out to him? She cleared her thoughts and started to try again.

"Mulder…"

He silenced her with his lips. She opened her mouth and gave him full access to it. His tongue traveled over the areas so new and yet so old. It was just as he expected, soft full lips pressing against his, taking his breath and giving him hers.

Her body molded to his, as if it had done this a million times. She ran her hands over his bare back and through his damp hair. She could feel his question in his body language. She knew exactly what he was asking.

Are you sure?

She shifted her hips and pressed against him making her answer perfectly clear. He gave a soft grunt and she planted a kiss on his neck. She knew in the back of her mind that they shouldn’t be doing this, but she wanted him for so long and so bad that she wasn’t going to let logic kill it.

He pulled back and looked her in the eyes.

"Scully…is…if…I want you to know I love you."

She smiled and brushed some of her hair out of her eyes. She’d known a long time ago that she’d loved him. Probably when she’d first thought she lost him.

"I know"

Mulder felt very overwhelmed at this and his heart felt as if it was about to burst. Scully, his one and only Scully loved him. He didn’t even notice that he had started crying. Scully smiled up at the man she loved, she was so rarely allowed to see this side of him. After a moment she stood on her toes and kissed away his tears, enjoying the salty taste of them.

Her hands slipped down his back and moved to the front of his body as they dipped below the waist of his pants.

His eyes flew wide. ‘That sound,’ he thought, ‘What the…’ He looked to the alarm clock on the coffee table. The annoying buzzing sound wasn’t coming from his alarm, he sat up and the sound stopped. Puzzled, he looked around and suddenly the sound came again and this time it was accompanied with a voice.

"Mulder?" A familiar female voice called and he rose to his feet, he knew the voice but couldn’t place it. ‘Who’s this Mulder she is calling to?’ he thought and stopped. ‘Who am I?’ he panicked for a second.

"Mulder, I’m coming in." the voice outside the door said and stepped back as he heard a set of keys jingle. Soon the door swung open and the voice behind it finally had a face. He spotted a gun on the shelf next to him and grabbed it. He cocked it and pointed at her

"Who are you?" he said as the door shut behind the woman. An expression of confusion came over her face.

"What? Mulder it’s me." She said, eyeing him. He made sure to keep distance between them, stepping backward as she stepped closer.

"Who…are…you?" he asked again. His eyes ran over her soft features; her short red hair, her fine figure, and stopped as her looked in the deep orbs of her face. Pain flickered across her face, but she squared her shoulders.

"Dana Scully. I’m your partner, do you remember?" her voice was soft and she took a step toward him. The gun stayed level with her head but he didn’t move. Something about the way she spoke and moved made him feel comfortable. "Mulder…That’s your name. Fox Mulder…do you remember that?"

"What the hell kind of name is that?" He didn’t expect an answer from her, he expected her to turn and leave, but she didn’t. She spoke again, this time soft and quiet.

"Fox Mulder, that’s your name. You work at the FBI, with me. We’ve worked on the X-Files together for almost 6 years now, and now we where just reassigned to it. Your sister, Samantha, was abducted when you were just a child." She took small steps the whole time she was talking.

"Stop! Don’t move! I’ll shoot you I swear I will!" he yelled stepping back.

"You told me you loved me, Fox." She said taking another step.

"Don’t come any closer!" he screamed and she took another step. He stepped back, not wanting to pull the trigger, but he didn’t see the coffee table behind him, and as he fell backwards his fingers closed around the gun. The deafening roar of a bullet flying through the chamber brought his memories flying back.

"NO!" he screamed as everything slowed down and he watched the bullet hit his partner and her body fly backwards. "NO!"

The banging jolted him out of his dreams. He shook his head and looked around thinking about how alarm clocks don’t make banging noises. He suddenly realized it was the door that was making the noise. Sighing he stood and crossed to the door, pulling his gun off the shelf on his way over.

"Mulder?" he paused, he shook off the distinct feeling of going through those motions before and reacted out to open the door. He stopped when he heard a sound behind him. Turning to see what it was, he froze when he saw what had made the noise.

A tall woman, even taller then he was, stood in the middle of his apartment. She had red hair that barely went past her eyes and her eyes were a cold gray color. She wore a sailor uniform that had a skirt that stopped just short of everything and had a large bow on her chest. The body suit was white with gray layered shoulder pads, which matched the gray skirt. The bow was a light pink color and she held a staff that had an intricate pattern that opened up to look like a flower that held an emerald in its center. She looked like the person that Monica had told him about, the woman in her dreams that she’d met in Japan.

"Mulder, I’m coming in." the voice came again through the door and this time accompanied with the sound of jingling keys. A name flashed to his mind that came with that voice. Diana Fowly. She was evil, she had hurt him and Scully didn’t trust him. He tore his gaze from the tall woman in his apartment and raised his gun and pointed it towards the door.

"NO!" the scream came from behind him as time slowed down. Suddenly the room was filled with a gray light. The woman behind him called out, "I give you memory!"

The door opened and he realized too late what he’d done. He had pulled the trigger and he now watched in horror as the bullet flew across the room and hit his partner in the chest.

The banging once again woke Mulder. He looked around his apartment. Everything was like it was yesterday, but where was Scully? He had shot her yesterday, the image of Dana Scully’s body flying backwards was still fresh in his mind.

He sat up and looked around his apartment. Everything was the same as yesterday; alarm clock, gun, door, walls. Suddenly he remembered the banging, it had stopped and the lock was turning. Jumping to his feet he ran to grab his gun by the door. His socked feet slid on the floor as the door began to open. He grabbed his gun and got a glance at the calendar as he picked up his gun…it was Friday the 23rd.

He raised his gun and pulled the trigger as his body began to fall. His loss of balance had forced his fingers to close around the trigger and his body hit the floor as the bullet hit Scully full force.

"Mulder?" he sighed. He’d stopped counting how many times the day had repeated itself at a hundred. He’d tried a hundred times and the day kept repeating. He hadn’t shot her in 30 days and he could make it through the day without having either of them killed, but every time he went to bed at the end of the day, he would wake up on the same damn day.

Maybe it had something to do with that woman. The day hadn’t started repeating till she had shown up…or had the day been repeating before that and he hadn’t noticed it? Oh well.

"Mulder, I’m coming in." Dana called through the door.

"Its unlocked Scully!" he yelled, there was a pause as she turned the knob and opened the door. ‘Let’s try something different. Tomorrow I’ll try using this to my advantage.’ He thought as she walked in wearing the same thing as yesterday, jeans and a white T-shirt. And, as usual, he could see right through the T-shirt because it was raining outside.

"Mulder…it’s 11 o’clock, you’re late." She said. He picked up the gun off the table in front of him and after a second he put it down. He stood and walked over to her. He took the cuffs of the table by the door and slapped them on her. "Mulder?"

"Shut up." He said roughly. He picked her up and threw her on the couch. "Now…tell me your fantasies."

Mulder smiled, he’d had a lot of fun with Scully the other day, but today would be even better. Today he as going to romance her and do what he’d only dreamed about. He had gotten candles and placed them all over the apartment, hung black sheets over the windows, and had just started the mood music. Armed with all the information he gotten from her yesterday he was ready to take Dana Scully for a loop.

He sat on his couch, listening to the CD he’d bought a few weeks before the day had begun repeating. The soft voice of Britney Spears filled his ears as the knocking began.

"I don’t know how to live without your love

I was born to make you happy

‘Cause you’re the only one within my heart

I was born to make you happy

Always and forever you and me

That’s the way our life should be

I don’t know how to lie without your love

I was born to make you happy"

Mulder sat and let Scully open the door. When she stepped in and saw the room a little "oh" escaped her lips and he stood, moving swiftly toward her.

"Dana!" he gasped, "You’re soaked! Get in here and dry off."

"M…Mulder?" she asked feeling his head, "Are you sick?"

"No. But if you don’t sit yourself down and dry off your going to be." She just stared at him. So he bent down and put his arms behind her back and under her knees. In a swift motion he’d carried her to the couch and laid her on it with the utmost care.

"Mulder." Scully said a warning but he didn’t listen. He was already coming back into the room with coffee.

"Call me Fox." He said handing her the coffee, and she almost dropped it. He had told her 5 years ago to call him Mulder. ‘What is this change I see in Mulder?’ Dana thought.

Mulder now came back into the room, with a towel and an extra pair of sweat pants and one of his FBI Academy T-shirts. He put the cloths on the coffee table and sat next to her. He took the towel and started rubbing her hair dry, and then he moved to her shirt.

"Dana, have you ever had a very feeling that you where doing things over and over?" Fox asked as Dana leaned into his massaging fingers beneath the towel.

"You mean like Groundhogs Day?" She asked sipping her coffee.

"Yeah, exactly." He moved to her lower back and she gasped. Worried, her stopped, "You alright?"

"Yeah," she shifted her weight away from him and turned to look at him. "Mul-Fox. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, I told you already I feel fine." He said, gently touching her face.

"Are you sure?" she asked and Fox smiled. It amused him that she avoided his eyes.

"Scully…" He moved his head and then caught hers with a finger. He moved her head till she looked him in the eyes. "I love you."

"Oh Mulder." She said getting up and moving away from him. "You don’t love me Mulder."

"Really?" he asked, watching he begin to pace nervously and avoiding his gaze.

"Yes, you think you love me because of what we’ve been through. But you’re not in love with me Mulder you just think you are." She kept moving, only looking at him when she finished speaking. Mulder slowly stood.

"So, you trying to tell me that I only think I love you because you’re the first person to show me compassion and because I’m having some…primal urges, shall we say, towards you. Correct?" He asked slowly moving closer to her.

"Yes, that’s it exactly." She said, and then moved her gaze from his. The six CD changer had just changed and the soft strands of ‘Everything I Do (I do it for you)’ began to play. "What are we listening to Mulder?"

"Then explain this to me." He caught her by the waist as she tried to move towards the CD player, and tilted his body down. He gently pressed his lips to hers and she stopped. They remained still for the brief moment that their lips touched, nothing filled their ears but each other heart beat. He pulled back and slowly her eyes opened.

Look into my eyes,

You will see, what you mean to me

Search your heart, search your soul

When you find me there, you’ll search no more.

She looked up into his waiting gaze. Her heart felt like it was going to burst if she didn’t touch him again that very second. Her stomach was rolling and her breathing was restricted. She felt as if she were going to cry but no tears filled her eyes. Her body screamed for some sort of relief from the pressure she felt in her body, it screamed for sex like it always did when Mulder was around, but right then it didn’t matter. She just wanted to be held, to be touch by this man. And after a moment Mulder smiled at her.

"Breathe Scully." He said gently, and suddenly the air whooshed from her lungs.

Look into your heart, you will find

There is nothing there to hide

Take me as I am, take my life

I would give it all, I would sacrifice

Don’t tell me it’s not worth fighting for

I can’t help it, there’s nothing I want more

You know it’s true, everything I do I do it for you

He raised an eyebrow and turned from her. Taking the cloths from the table he handed them to her, "Here, go change in the bathroom. Tell Skinner I’m not coming in today."

He moved about the room and blew out each on the candles, he pulled the black sheet’s off the windows and shut off the CD player. He then left he and walked into the kitchen, leaving her alone with her thoughts.