From: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
      
   Title: numero dieci Jersey   
   Author: sitarra   
   email: bellydancergirl7@aol.com   
   Distribution: All okay   
   Classification: S,R   
   Keywords: MSR   
   Rating:PG   
   Spoilers: Theef, Milagro   
   Summary: MSR   
   Disclaimer: I own nothing.   
   A/N: This is my first X-Files piece but far from my first story.   
   Since I'm definitely hoping there will be more X-files stories in my   
   future, I'm going to put all titles in Italian. This title means   
   number ten jersey.   
   Dedication: This goes to Dana for helping me by assuring me this   
   story is up to XF standards. Thank you so much!   
      
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   Blue and white fabric. Stripes horizontally down the front and back.   
   Long sleeves. Numbers on the front and on the back as well as a name.   
   There were the smallest slits on both sides where it hung at mid   
   thigh. And it was comfortable as hell.   
      
   The New York Yankee's jersey was the most comfortable piece of   
   clothing Dana Scully owned. Well, not so much owned as borrowed. And   
   not so much borrowed as the real owner didn't quite know she had it   
   still.   
      
   Scully slipped the jersey over her semi naked body, not caring that   
   her body was still slightly moist from her bath. Her hand started for   
   the clip that held her hair up but thought better of it. She'd always   
   liked her up like that.   
      
   She didn't bother to put on the blue cotton drawstring pajama bottoms   
   she brought with her. She felt lazy right now.   
      
   She admired her appearance for a moment in the large bathroom mirror.   
   Yep, she was in love with a T-shirt.   
      
   She left the bathroom with a smile, enjoying how comfortable she   
   felt. After making sure the hotel door was locked, she settled in bed   
   with the book she always brought on cases for the plane ride.   
      
   She opened it to her marked place but the words were lost on her. Her   
   mind was elsewhere. She was still remembering what had happened that   
   night at the cabin. It still scared her; to go from having eyesight   
   to fearing for her life had happened all too quickly.   
      
   When Mulder had held up the poppet, the indentations still there, she   
   stared in disbelief. How could something like that hold that kind of   
   power?   
      
   It had her thinking now. What would she do if she truly did lose one   
   of her senses?   
      
   She already knew what it would be like if she lost her eyesight. She   
   looked down at her hands; what if she lost her sense of touch? She   
   ran her hand over the pages of the book, then the cover. Then she ran   
   her hand over the fabric of her sleeve, smiling at the feel.   
      
   What if she lost her hearing? She closed her eyes and forced herself   
   to listen to all the noises she drowned out everyday. Could she   
   really go without hearing his voice everyday?   
      
   What about her taste or smell? No, she didn't think she could do it   
   and she really didn't want to think about it.   
      
   She shook her head to dismiss her thoughts and returned to her book.   
   Just as she had begun to comprehend the words, there was a knock at   
   the door.   
      
   She glanced at the clock, for once not caring it was that late of an   
   hour. She swung her legs out from under the covers and marked her   
   place in her book, setting it on the bedside table. She glanced   
   through the peephole before unlocking the door and removing the chain.   
      
   "Couldn't sleep?"   
      
   "Nah and I didn't feel like letting my mind settle down and think   
   about the case," Mulder answered, stepping into her motel room. She   
   let him, shutting the door behind him, locking it.   
      
   "I don't blame you."   
      
   "Is that my jersey I haven't been able to find since last year?" he   
   pointed out, scratching his neck.   
      
   She looked down at her attire, realizing she hadn't bothered to put   
   on her robe. Come to think of it, she hadn't even brought her robe.   
   Her hands had immediately gone for the jersey that meant so much to   
   her when packing for the trip. It always brought her comfort. Maybe   
   that was why when she got home from a traumatic case, she went   
   immediately for a long bath and the jersey.   
      
   She smiled sheepishly, lifting her head back up to look at him.   
      
   "Yes, actually it is. I don't suppose you'd like it back now."   
      
   "No, no, keep it. It looks better on you than it ever could on me."   
   He eyed her up and down, not even trying to be subtle. She did look   
   good.   
      
   It hung on her frame but not too much. It was actually quite snug in   
   some places. The jersey was a bit old; honestly he had forgotten all   
   about it. He'd immediately recognized it as his though by the snag on   
   the shoulder. And the way it hung down to her thighs… that was a   
   sight he would never want to burn out of his mind.   
      
   "So how are Doctor Wieder and his daughter?" Scully asked, moving   
   past him to sit on the bed.   
      
   "Good, good. They are indefinitely selling the house. They might   
   actually leave the state, they're so shaken up," Mulder filled her   
   in, keeping his eyes elsewhere besides on the sight of her bare   
   legs. "It understandable though."   
      
   She pulled the covers over her legs but just barely so. She got a   
   high out of his reactions to her sometimes. She watched him fidget   
   where he stood, his eyes staying on the green carpet.   
      
   "Mulder, you do know you're allowed to sit in bed with me don't you?   
   I'd really appreciate the company."   
      
   He immediately began to protest. "Well, I just thought…"   
      
   He waved off the issue and somewhat reluctantly joined her on the   
   king sized bed. He layed out next to her, a pillow under his head and   
   his hands resting on his stomach. He was just trying his hardest not   
   to glance over at the amount of thigh she showed.   
      
   He'd been extremely tempted by her lately. Just the sight of her some   
   days made him mad with lust. No, not lust. Love. Those were the days   
   their innuendos were at their most frequent.   
      
   He'd been in love with her for quite some time. It was becoming hell   
   trying to fight it. He was dying to tell her but how would she   
   receive it? Would she be nonchalant about it or would she think he   
   meant it as a friend? Maybe him seeing her in his jersey was a good   
   sign.   
      
   "So how are you? You feeling better?" he asked her, tilting his head   
   upward to look at her. She was slouched down against the head board   
   and pillows. She looked adorable.   
      
   "Yeah," she nodded. "I'm still trying to forget about it. It's best   
   if I do."   
      
   "Why?"   
      
   "Honestly? It scares me that something like that caused me to lose my   
   eyesight. You have no idea how scared I was, Mulder."   
      
   "I can imagine."   
      
   "I had no idea what had happened and then all of a sudden, I could   
   see again. I didn't have time to process it; I had to protect the   
   doctor."   
      
   He lifted a hand to find one of hers. She gladly granted him his   
   wish, lacing their fingers tightly together. He squeezed her hand   
   tightly, reminding her he was there to comfort her. The simple act   
   alone was enough to give her semi-pleasant dreams. She still had   
   nightmares on a weekly basis but not as often as he did. His were far   
   worse, too. More than once she had barged into his room in the middle   
   of the night to calm him from his demons. Maybe that was when she   
   first started to love him.   
      
   She'd never admit it to him but she loved taking care of him. Just   
      
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