TITLE: Butterflies All Tied Up-7 chapters

AUTHOR: bugs

E-MAIL: bugs1231@my-dejanews.com

DISTRIBUTION: Gossamer and anywhere else who asks.

RATING: NC-17 for violence, language and sex.

CATEGORY: I have no idea, Voyeurism?

KEYWORDS: MSR, RST, A schizophrenic blend of angst and dark
humor. Your mission, if you chose to accept it, is to figure
out which is which.

SPOILERS: Just slight references, no spoilers, however, I have
created my own reality for their reassignment to the X-files,
if you haven't seen season 6, do not take this as canon.

SUMMARY: M/S are back to work at the X-files, but a madman in
their midst finally sends their relationship in a new
direction, and someone is watching.

DISCLAIMER: HAH!

AUTHORS NOTES: Mike Raaker is my creation and in no way is
meant to disparage the fine profession of journalism.
Thanks to Jen for the initial beta read and sending me in the
right direction. And thanks to poor Teresa for dedicating
herself to her beta craft, wiping the sweat from her noromos
brow, pulling her red pencil from behind her ear with a
shaking hand and pointing out the need for some crucial
changes. My undying gratitude to MustangSally for carefully
prying open my tight grimy little fist, taking my shiny red
ball away and bouncing it against my hard head until some
sense was knocked into it. My head, not the ball. Oh, and
thanks for the name, Mike Raaker.

Butterflies All Tied Up
By bugs (07 parts)

 

 

"I like to watch."
Chauncey Gardiner in Being There by Jerzy Kosinski

Chapter 1

 

Washington D.C. June 2, 1999 2:20 PM

"What's a Scully?"

Any minute now I expect to get an answer. Sirens are filling
my head, beating that old familiar rhythm. Patrol cars arrive
first and ambulances pull up but are keeping their distance. I
can see SWAT teams moving around on the roof of the building
in front of us, getting into position. I motion to my
cameraman. "Get some pictures of that." He nods; he's started
even before I told him.

A car comes roaring up, screeching to a halt by our van. A
tall dark haired man jumps out of the passenger side of the
car and runs up towards the building. A lumbering ox of a bald
man jumps out too and with surprising quickness for a man of
his size manages to grab him before he gets any closer to the
building than we are. He murmurs intently in the tall man's
ear.

The man ignores him. "SSSccccculllleeeeee!"

Ah, this must be Fox Mulder.

It had been just another day lounging around the newsroom of
DC's crappy Fox affiliate. For a guy in my position this
wasn't unusual. I don't go looking for the stories, they come
to me. I've gotten a reputation in the DC area for my
exciting, on the spot reporting. Some would say I'm a jackal
feeding on the suffering of others but I can't please
everyone. I've got plans to move to a national show,
spotlighting my unique talents, but I need the right story to
get that attention. So I wait. And wait.

The phone rang. I took my time to pick it up. You want the
source to be frothing at the mouth. It adds the right quality.

When I picked it up though, the source was not frothing. He
was silent.

I started. "Raaker here. Hello? Hello?"

"Mr. Raaker? This is a friend. I have a story for you."

The calm ones frighten me, frankly. They always turn out to be
the one with a bullet in the chamber. I break out in a sweat.

He went on. "Call the FBI. Ask to be patched through to
Special Agent Fox Mulder. Give him the address of the old ice
plant down the street from your station, do you know where
that is?"

"Yeah." TV stations are notoriously in the worst sections of
town. We have plenty of old abandoned factories rotting around
us. That building happens to be isolated in a wide-open yard,
probably just one door in and one door out. Nice choice.

"Good. After you tell him where it is...tell him I have Scully."

"A skull? Whose skull?"

He was impatient, "No, you idiot! Tell him I have Scully."

"Ok, than what's a Scully? Wait a minute..."

"No. You wait. Trust me. This will be a very good story for
you. I guarantee you. You'll have time enough after your call
to get here and get into position before Mulder gets across
town from the Hoover Building. If you want this story you will
do as I tell you and not get any sort of morals and call the
police." Morals? Me? Please. As I'm gasping on the thought he
has hung up.

What's a Scully? To find out I made the call. I motioned to my
crew to load up the wagon and get ready to ride as I waited to
be connected.

"Hello, Fox Mulder."

"Special Agent Mulder? This is Mike Raaker with Channel 5, Fox
News."

He started fussing like a baby down the line at me. I cut him
off.

"I've gotten a phone call from a man who gave me this address.
It sounded important." Amazingly he didn't ask any more
questions and just wrote the address down as I read it off to
him. Usually Fed types take you apart before even getting past
hello.

"All he told me...his words were...I have Scully."

For the second time today I was hung up on before I could get
the next breath out. I jumped up from chair. "Let's go boys!"
I smelled blood in the water.

 

So here we all are. Now all we need is the caller and the
Scully.

Baldy is bearing down on me. Mulder is in the grasp of several
other agents yanking him around, yelling at each other.

I got the jump on Baldy. "We were here first, Bud. Can't throw
us out."

He clenches his jaw. "Yah, yah...you're the one who called
Mulder?"

"Yah." I'm wary.

"Was it a man? What did he say?"

I stop him. "All he did was give me this address and said he
had Scully. What's going on here?"

Baldy turns away. I'm of no use to him. He starts grunting
into a walkie-talkie as he goes back up to Mulder. My cell
phone rings. Mulder hears it and comes up to me.

"Yah? Raaker here."

"Good job Mr. Raaker. I knew I could count on you. All right.
Tell Mulder I want him to take off his jacket and his guns. I
want him to stand in view of the glass door in front of you
and turn around slowly. Have him lift the cuffs of his pants.
Then I'll bring out Scully." He hangs up.

I pass the message on to Mulder. Baldy starts bawling at him
like a stuck ox and Mulder ignores him as he sheds the Armani
jacket and the guns from his hip and ankle. He starts walking
up to the door and does his little dance.

We all wait. The glass door creaks open and two figures slip
out.

People accuse me of having no heart. I have a heart. I just
tend to keep it in a box at home. So when that horrible
feeling sinks into the place where my heart should be, it can
only ricochet off my ribs. This is painful.

A Scully is a little girl. A little red-haired girl with
freckles on her nose. And handcuffs so tight on her wrists
that they are cut and bleeding. Her white blouse is flecked
with blood and untucked. Her canary yellow skirt is dirty and
smudged. Her hose are torn and she is barefoot. Her face is of
a very old woman, set and still. She looks almost bored
tempered with an underlying irritation, as though she is late
for an appointment. The combination is unsettling.

My eyes flick up to the SWAT teams. They wouldn't be able to
get a clear shot. There is a large overhang and the man keeps
he and Scully under it. He has oily hair arranged over a bald
spot and large plastic rimmed glasses. He must have been a
small man because this was all I can see behind the little
girl.

"Dole. Todd Dole. Hey, you know, when a woman says she doesn't
want to go out with you, this isn't the way to impress her,"
Mulder snarls.

Baldy growls.

Mulder is raking his eyes up and down Scully taking in the
damage.

"Scully, has this guy hurt you?"

She speaks clearly. "I'm fine."

Mulder explodes with such anger we all jump, including Dole.
All of us but Scully. "I didn't ask if you were FUCKIN' fine!"
He hisses the rest through clenched teeth. "Has he hurt
you...touched you?"

"No," is all she says.

Dole smirks. "No Mulder. I was waiting for you. As you well
know, some things just need an audience, don't you think?"

Mulder tries to bring the tension down. "Hey, Dole, let's all
calm down here...there's obvious been a misunderstanding, your
feelings have been hurt..."

Dole ignores him and turns to the camera. "Don't listen him.
You wanna hear about an unbearable work situation? They say
nothing's going on, but she won't go out with me! 'I'm not
interested!' All day long, trapped in that crappy little
office...this damn heat...all day long, on assignment...they're all
over each other...touching each other, staring at each
other...it's like watching a ping pong match...and you know how
the sound of that ball banging back and forth drives you
crazy?" He is dripping spit on Scully's shoulder. She and
Mulder hold each other in a tight gaze, seeming to ignore
Dole. "She looks at him, she looks away, he looks at her, back
and forth, back and forth...how's a guy supposed to get any work
done!"

Mulder cuts him off. "You've got this all wrong. It's all in
your fevered little dirty mind!"

Dole gives his long thin toady smile again. "I wanna play the
watching game now, Mulder. Only now I get to play your
position."

Both Mulder and Scully tense. I mutter into my cell-phone at
my producer. "Switch to three second delay, George, I don't
like the feeling on this..."

"Well Scully and me don't wanna play Dole, take your toys and
go home." Mulder is cold.

"No, if I had to play, you have to play, that's the first
rule." With that he nestles the gun against Scully's chin and
drops his hand down the front of her body, pulling her tight
against him. His arm seems unnaturally long. He doesn't have
to bend over, yet his hand is at the hem of her sensible
length skirt.

Scully takes in a sharp breath.

"Ok, your game, Watch Us Fuck...my version, ok? Stockings or
Pantyhose, Mulder, which is it going to be?"

"I don't know! I told you, Dole, you've got it wrong!" Mulder
shouts at him.

Scully tries to say something but the movement of her neck
causes him to push the gun up against her chin again. She
looks really pissed. I realize she had yet to look frightened.
What is it going to take to scare her?

"Mulder?" Dole asks.

Mulder just shakes his head, staring at Scully like he is
looking for the answer.

Dole is enjoying himself. My stomach tightens. "Ah, Mulder,
silk, silk, silk...." Rhapsody covers his sweaty face. "Ah,
skin! Stockings, Mulder, you lucky shit!"

Scully is trying to pull herself away without jostling Dole's
hand.

Mulder speaks clearly and slowly. "I'm going to cut off your
dick Todd, and I'm going to shove it down your throat until
you choke."

Dole doesn't seem to hear him. "Double or nothing, Mulder.
Underwear. Now the choices are, none at all, thong, silk high
cuts, oh, help me here, Mulder..."

His hand begins to creep higher.

"White cotton! High cut! Jockey for Her!" Mulder yells out.

Scully gasps in relief. Dole smirks and we watch his hand
slither towards her groin. He must find what he is looking
for. "Very good, Mulder. Now see how easy it is to play my
game?"

He does pull his hand out.

I whisper into the phone. "Are we still on the air, George?"
He replies the affirmative.

"Now, let's take the game inside, shall we? You like to watch
so much Mulder, well, you're going to watch."

"Think about it, Dole. You sure you're...up...to this?"

Dole growls at him and Scully warns him. "Mulder."

Mulder grins at her. "Come on Scully, I don't think you have
anything to worry about."

Dole starts to pull the gun away from Scully's chin. Mulder
tenses himself.

Scully speaks. "Mulder, stop it! Don't do this!"

"What?"

"Stop trying to make this man kill you!" It is as though all
the rest of us, including Dole, have gone home for them. She
looks mad as hell. "Dammit Mulder! Shut up! I can survive
anything this man does to me, anything!"

Dole cuts in on them. "Shut up the two of you! We're going to
go back inside. Scully and I are going to back up and through
the door. Mulder, you will pace us, walking at the same rate.
Try anything and I kill her. If you try anything Scully, I'll
kill him. See how simple this is?"

The two agents must have decided to keep their argument about
his suicidal tendencies for later. They stare at each other
for a long minute and then they both blink, slowly.

Dole begins to move. All three move in some sick dance.

 

I had to watch the whole thing later on the tape to make some
sense of it, something more than the whirl of color and
screams and blood. On the small monitor I see Scully and
Mulder, their eyes locked. I watch Mulder do a head fake, I
watch Scully stumble, I watch Dole hesitate for a moment, not
sure who to shoot at. He chooses Mulder, somehow missing. This
gives Scully time to pivot and slam the gun out of Dole's
hand. I see the fear on his face.

She has this look on her face; this look like her mouth is
watering. She swings her shackled hands at his head, catching
him on the jaw. She cuts him and an arc of blood slaps across
her face. Not content to stop there, she swings back to the
right, getting him on the chin.

Mulder has been scrambling for Dole's gun and all the agents
are running around, waving their guns, and shouting at each
other. The Bull is bellowing. "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

Mulder comes up with the gun and stands, blocking the shot of
the other agents. He stands over the two fighting agents,
cackling. I can't believe it. Shouldn't he be protecting his
woman?

Meanwhile, she is bitch-slapping this guy on some sort of
nasty high level, involving a fist made of her clasped hands
and the sharp edge of the handcuffs. Dole's face is a bloody
pulp and he is down on his knees, but refuses to drop. I
thought he was trying to push himself up on his feet, but as I
watched the replay I could see him pull the hem of his pant
leg up and yank a 9mm pistol out of an ankle holster. He snaps
the pistol up and shoots Scully with a quick snarled, "Cunt!"

Scully is lifted by the impact of the shot and drops in a
writhing pile at his feet. Dole pulls the hammer back again
but by then Mulder is standing over him, pumping three shots
into his chest. Dole settles awkwardly back down on the ground
gurgles once and dies with his eyes still open.

Scully rolls over awkwardly. "The keys, the keys are in his
pocket," she gasps out.

Mulder frantically goes through the pockets of the body as
though it was a piece of trash. Other agents are hovering over
Scully but backs away when he returns with the keys. He
quickly unlocks the shackles, scoops her up and carries her a
few feet away from Dole's body before falling down, clutching
her to his chest, his eyes wildly looking around.

I'm staring back at the pool of blood she had left behind.
It's much too large. So is the puddle that was quickly forming
under Mulder. They are just a few feet away from us and I pull
the cameraman after me to get a close-up.

Scully is whispering, "Damn, I think he hit the artery...Mulder,
you've got to put some pressure on my shoulder."

He rocks her away from his chest and looks at her through
cloudy eyes. He nods though, and starts probing at her
shoulder until he finds the bubbling fountain of her wound. He
lays one hand on each side of her shoulder and presses. She
screams weakly. He sobs and eases the pressure.

"No, Mulder, keep it up, I need it that hard, it's ok..." she
murmurs.

He presses his huge hands back over the bright red current.
She stares up at his face. "Mulder, are you crying?"

He looks away, twisting his head, probably looking for the
ambulance that I could see trying to fight its way through the
nest of police vehicles.

"Yah..."

She manages to get her right arm out from against his body and
reaches up to wipe the tears off his cheeks. She smears blood
on his face and this causes her brow to crease in worry.
"Don't cry..." she whispers. "...Promise me you'll never cry
again...I'm so tired of crying..."

He nods but protests, "You never cry."

"I cry all the time..." she murmurs. "Promise..."

"I promise...I'll never cry again," he answers.

She seems to pass out, but her hand stays resting on his
cheek.

The EMTs suddenly appear from somewhere and gently untangle
her from his arms and flip her up on a gurney. Mulder
struggles to his feet as they roll her away and began working
on her closer to the van.

I'm pulling the cameraman with me to get some close-up of
Scully, even though I'm pretty sure they were going to cut her
blouse and bra off and we'll be taken off the air. But Hal
pulls away from me and I turn to see what he's found.

Mulder is staggering through the crime scene. The tape is up
already and they have thrown a sheet over Dole and are marking
the bullet casings. Mulder reaches down and pulls the sheet
completely off of the body in one sweep. He reaches to his
waistband where he has tucked Dole's gun and pulls it out.

"Shit, gun!" someone yells.

Mulder takes aim and first blows Dole's head to mush, then
shoots him in the balls two times. I think I'm going to hurl.
Bald Bull is grabbing him from behind and screaming in his
ear, but he doesn't seem to hear him. Mulder shrugs out of his
grip but turns and hands him the gun.

Baldy looks down at the gun and then realizes his hands are
now covered with blood from grabbing Mulder. He grimaces and
tries to wipe it off on his slick FBI jacket. It doesn't work
very well.

Mulder looks down at himself to notice the blood for the first
time. He looks repulsed. His clothing is soaked in her blood.
He tears his dress shirt off and tosses it aside, but his tee
shirt is just as badly stained. He yanks that off over his
head and wipes his body dry before tossing the tee-shirt
aside. His skin is still stained red, but at least it isn't
running down his skin. I can't say I blame him.

He wanders past the camera back to Scully's side at the
gurney. They have packed the wound and given her oxygen,
slapped some IV's in, but apparently have decided that a
helicopter will be the fastest way to get her to the hospital.

He stands by her uninjured right side and pulls her hand out
from under the blanket. She rolls her head to try to focus on
him. From over his shoulder I can see her face and her eyes
are almost black from dilated pupils. What the hell have they
given her?

She pulls her hand out his grip, reaches up and pulls the
oxygen mask away from her face.

"You ok?" she mumbles.

He gives a rusty chuckle. "Yah, you?"

"I'm ok..." She flails her hand around and somehow it lands on
his bare red-stained stomach. She draws her hand slowly down,
rising and dipping over his abdominal muscles. Her hand comes
to rest on his waistband and she tucks it in and pulls. He
leans down over her face. She reaches up to stroke his cheek.
"You promised not to cry," she grumbles.

His face is still as wet as before. He lies to her. "I'm not
crying."

"You are..." She pulls his face down to hers. Panting with
effort, she rests her mouth on his cheek. She licks it slowly.
"You are..."

Mulder stays that way for a moment, holding himself up with an
elbow so that he doesn't put his weight on her. I wonder if
she had lost consciousness. The tears are still wet on his
face, dripping off the edge of his lips. She turns her face
slightly to reach out and catch the teardrop with the end of
her tongue, her mouth opening with a gasp for breath. Maybe
that's all the encouragement Mulder needs because suddenly
they are kissing.

An EMT on the other side of the gurney says what we are all
thinking. "Oh, my God!"

Indeed. For a brief moment they are kissing passionately,
their lips tugging at each other desperately. Scully stills,
she has lost consciousness. Mulder gasps and pulls himself off
of her. He gently places the oxygen mask over her mouth again.

We all look up as we hear the approaching helicopter. Bald
Bull pulls Mulder back and gives him a jacket to put on over
his bare chest.

Mulder tries to climb in after they have loaded Scully on the
'copter, but Baldy holds on to his arm.

"I have to go with her."

"Mulder, we'll go in the car, come on." He shoots a dirty look
at me as he drags the disheveled agent away. All the cars
began melting away, leaving my crew and I standing by our van.

I look at my watch. Twenty minutes have passed since we
arrived. I grab the microphone to finish my report and notice
my hand is shaking. Now I know what a Scully is.

 

Chapter 2

Hal and I roared towards the hospital. I was able to watch the
live feed from the other reporters who had beaten a path there
first.

Mulder and Skinner were trying to push their way through, but
the reporters created a curtain.

"Agent Mulder, did you intend to kill this Dole person?" One
was calling to him.

He turned and stared at the rat-like face of the young man.
"Actually I was trying to gut shoot him, but I'm such a bad
shot I missed and hit his heart."

"Did you kill him because of what he did to the woman?"
Someone in the back was yelling this question. I could hear
the ligaments in Skinner's jaw creak even through the video
feed. Mulder must have decided to finally keep his mouth shut
and moved to the doors. Skinner swatted the press aside like
flies and they made their way into the hospital.

By the time I got there, Agent Scully had been taken into
surgery. That was all we were told. I made myself comfortable
in a shambled room set aside for us in the basement and began
working the phone. I had get my researchers started gathering
some information on these two. You don't think I do all that
boring grunt work myself?

Word came down that Scully was out of surgery and was going to
be fine, and Mulder was spotted making his way down towards
the exit. The other rats also had failed to tell me that
Scully's mother was on the scene, being questioned in the
doorway. I jumped up and hurried to join in.

The flickering lights of the camera crews always remind me of
circling dogs caught in a car's headlights. They had someone
trapped in the center of the pack.

It could be only one person. I moved in closer to see when
Mulder came bursting through the doors.

Maggie Scully was being relentlessly grilled by the shrill
voices of the hounds. "How long?...Do you know?...to what
extent?...Agent Mulder?...any others?...your daughter?"

Mulder pushed his way in and grabbed her arm. She turned first
with the look of fury that for some reason brought tears to
his eyes. Then her gaze melted and those tears began falling
unheeded again. This guy had to find a way to control himself.
She was obviously rattled. "Fox, what's going on? Where's
Dana? How is she?"

He began tugging her towards the door and babbling. "She's all
right. She's going to be all right. Everything is going to be
all right." He glared at the cameras and bared his teeth.

The hounds backed away from the presence of an alpha male and
he was able to pull her back through the doors. Skinner
slammed the doors shut behind the two of them as we all
pressed against the glass, still crying out questions.

Washington DC General Hospital, 5:35 PM

We had been made to wait for three hours since the 'incident'
and it had been an hour since the dramatic rescue of Mrs.
Scully and departure of our hero.

What was that about anyway? According to the information now
flooding our phone lines every minute, dramatic hospital
visits were not an uncommon occurrence for our star-crossed
lovers.

What 'I' had gathered so far: FBI agents. Partners for six
years. Paired in a department that had no official designation
but had many rumors surrounding it, rumors that were common in
my line of journalism. Frankly I was surprised I hadn't met up
with these two before. UFOs. Vampires. Ghosts. How had these
two ended up the victims of a something as pedestrian as a
disgruntled co-worker?

I watched the replay of the events from the evening news on a
small television as we waited. Over and over the small form
crumbled to the ground, the gun fired into Dole but the worst
part was the close-up of my sweaty green face stuttering out
the details.

I snapped my head up as the door into the small room assigned
to us at the hospital opened. Baldy. Great. This was going to
be fun.

I nodded to Hal to start rolling and muttered to George on the
cell phone to cut in with a live broadcast of the news
conference.

He went to the front of the room and cleared his throat. "I'm
Assistant Director Walter Skinner with the FBI. Agents Mulder,
Scully and Dole all work under me. Apparently, from what we've
gathered, Agent Todd Dole, while working in the same
department under Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, developed an
obsession with Agent Scully and reacted violently to her
rejection."

This was so dry I was choking on it. I tuned him out until the
questions. I starred in most of the narrative anyway.

I switched the TV to radio reception and listened the
reactions of the common folk calling in to the evening commute
talk shows.

*When he ripped his shirt off, I was like, oh my God, and
then, he took off his tee shirt...*

*I can't believe in this day and age there are still men like
this, who love their women with this kind of passion...I just
started crying when I watched this...*

*When the hell are these women going to stop calling and
jamming the lines with this crap? When are we going to get
back to the really important issues? How was a government
employee able to reach this level of security clearance with
obvious mental problems? And I'm not talking about that poor
Dole fellow...*

The first question cut right to the point. "Were you aware of
and condoning the relationship between Agents Mulder and
Scully?"

Skinner took a deep breath. "In the first place, there was
nothing for me to be aware of. Agents Mulder and Scully have a
very close working relationship, that's all. There was nothing
for me to condone."

The shouts started immediately. I decided to play. "You expect
us to believe that those two are not having sex." There. I cut
right to the chase, no beating around the bush.

Skinner looked at me with beady triumphant eyes. "In the first
place, there is no policy against relationships between
agents. Second, no, they are not involved in a sexual
relationship." Before any of us could contradict him, he went
on. "Anticipating this line of questioning, I directly asked
Agent Mulder this question. He denied it."

I kept at him. "And you believed him? I mean, perhaps he's a
gentleman." I grinned at him evilly.

Skinner looked uncomfortable. "Agent Mulder knows that I will
question Agent Scully as soon as possible. He would not put
her in a position where it would be necessary for her to lie
for him." He looked lost for a moment. "At least not over
something this...trivial."

I stopped listening after that. So Mulder lies to Skinner
regularly, but Scully is a little Girl Scout, but she will lie
when necessary for HER MAN...but there was no way they acted
that way towards each other and weren't horizontal...I was going
to need back up on this.

 

June 3,1999 9:45 AM

That's how I ended up the next day in a cramped and hot tin
box of a van down the street from the hospital. We had been
listening to the scratchy snatches of phone calls on cell
phone scanners for hours now and I had lost the point of the
whole thing. I was sick of listening to doctors set up
afternoon trysts with x-ray technicians and racquetball games.

A real pro, Neville Blatt, an experienced veteran of many
'hunting trips', had joined me on my quest. He had offered his
valuable advice in exchange for shared exclusive for his
English tabloids. If there was anything the English loved it
was a good love story. And the ghost-hunting angle didn't
hurt.

Blatt answered my whine. "Just you hold onto yer knickers,
little girl, there'll be something."

We had learned through sources with greasy palms that Mulder
had been denied access to the hospital and his calls were not
being allowed through to Agent Scully's room.

Blatt was confident, though. "I got faith in our pretty boy, I
got faith. He'll get a phone to her, mark my words."

So there we sat surrounded by equipment and soiled fast food
wrappers. Not that there was anything else we could do anyway.
Robertson at the Post had been able to ace me on some
anonymous quotes from the hospital staff and fibbies, but of
course no one would go on camera with an interview. Damn print
media, weren't they supposed to be dead? If I wanted to get
back on top of this story, I would have to pray that Agent
Mulder would pull some sort of Romeo stunt here.

I whined again. "Shouldn't we be staking out the room too? I
mean, I would think he could find a way in there."

Blatt shook his head. "I don't think he'll risk it."

Another six hours went by. Where does the time go when you're
having fun? I watched TV and got some more info about our
dynamic duo.

Old footage showed many crime scenes and many refusals to
comment. They looked good in trench coats, but that was about
all I gleaned from those reports.

All those shows I itched to be working for, the afternoon news
'magazines' had patched together pieces, made up of my
footage, cha-ching, thank you very much, and boring shots of
the Hoover Building, grimacing Skinner and furious Mrs.
Scully.

We needed something new and fresh before we lost our edge in
this race.

Suddenly, at 4 p.m., Blatt's beady little eyes lit up and he
cranked the volume up on the listening equipment of one of the
scanners. "There's our boy!" he chortled.

*Mulder? *

*Yeah, Scully? *

She paused for a long moment and we all held our breaths in
the van.

*Scully, you ok? *

*Yeah...why aren't you here? * She sounded drugged and lost.

He was indignant. *Didn't your mom tell you? Skinner's banned
me from having any contact with you. *

*What! No, actually, he was here the whole time she visited,
which I did think was odd. But Mom got a thrill...*

Her voice lowered and Blatt cranked the volume until it
hummed.

*... I had to go to the bathroom while they were here and so of
course Skinner left the room and she slipped the phone under
my pillow while I used the bedpan. She didn't say anything
though, just gave me a wink. *

Mulder chuckled.

*But Mulder, why would he do that? *

*Uh, it's not important. The whole thing has just become a
media circus and Skinner doesn't want us to be in the main
ring. *

*Why? Mulder, what have you done? *

*Me, why do you always think I've done something? *

*I was scared when you weren't here when I came out of it...I
was afraid something had happened after I lost consciousness...I
thought you had shot him, but I couldn't remember for sure...*

*You don't remember? Well, that's good...How're yah doing?
What's the damage? *

*They sutured the artery. The bullet went through clean, I
would have been fine if it hadn't nicked that...I've got quite
the bruise though...*

*Purple yet? *

She laughed, low and we could hear the rustle of the bedding.
She must be settling down into the pillow. *Deep purple,
almost black. You feel sorry for me yet? *

*I wish I could be there. Damn Skinner, I thought he was
supposed to be on our side. *

*Oh, I'm sure he knows what he's doing. * She sounded
doubtful, though.

*He said you would 'understand'...something about our best
interests...*

She sounded drowsy and sexy. *And what are our best
interests? *

*Me, gone. *

*Oh, Mulder...not that again...*

*Ok, I don't want to upset you. *

*How did you know? * She was beginning to sound foggy.

He indulged her. *Know what? *

*My underwear. *

*Oh, that...uh, my memory for detail, remember last week I
looked in your suitcase for your extra battery for my cell? I
didn't see the stockings though, when did you start wearing
those? *

She stuttered, *Uh, it's a girl thing, involving the humid
weather...*

That shut him up for a minute. She was quiet, her breathing
deep.

*You should go to sleep, * he murmured.

*Sing something for me. *

His voice was low and amused. *What? *

*I sang for you in your time of need. I need you to sing me a
lullaby. *

*I don't know any lullabies. *

*I figured that...but you gotta know some song, anything. *

*I don't know all the words to any song. I just know like
those first few lines and then I get lost...*

*Oh come on, you have to know the words to something. You're
just chicken. I wasn't chicken, I told you I couldn't sing and
did anyway, just because you asked. * Her voice had become
petulant. Boy, she was good.

*Ok, Ok, but I only know the words to one song, I'm warning
you. * I was on the edge of my seat. The pause however, was
long. He would take a breath to begin and then, nothing. She
would chuckle and break his concentration. That low, rich
chuckle was getting to me in the close, hot van.

He began humming a familiar lick. No, it couldn't be. It was.

His voice was hesitant and husky. *Dig if you will the
picture...of you and I engaged in a kiss...the sweat of the body
covers me...can you my darling, can you picture this? *

She somehow managed to stifle a laugh but Blatt let loose with
a braying donkey roar, shaking the van.
*Dream if you can, a courtyard...and oceans of violets in
bloom...animals strike curious poses...they feel the heat, the
heat between me and you. *

She sighed as though she was falling asleep, but I knew she
wasn't.

*How could you just leave me standing, alone in a world that's
so cold? *

She broke in. *Never, I'd never leave you alone. * Had she
really said that? It sounded like a whisper and Mulder
continued as though she hadn't said anything.

*Maybe I'm just too demanding, maybe I'm just like my father,
too bold. Maybe you're just like my mother, she's never
satisfied. *

She spoke louder this time. *I'd never be like your mother...*
It was a refrain as though she was singing with him.

*...This is what it sounds like when the doves cry. * He did not
attempt the little gasps and squeals of Prince. I thought it
was a good choice. Besides, he had some better lines to get
to.

*Touch if you will my stomach, feel how it trembles inside,
you've got the butterflies all tied up, don't make me chase
you, even doves that cry. *

I could see her tying butterflies up with those tiny white
hands, her face as serious as it was when she had that gun to
her head.

They went back and forth. *I'd never leave you...I didn't leave
you...I'm not like your mother...you're not like your father...*

I was sweating. Jeez buddy, someone oughta tell you this is no
way to get a chick. Pick 'Soft and Wet', hell, 'Little Red
Corvette' would be perfect, this song is too much of a downer.

He petered out and there was nothing but their breathing for a
moment. She broke the tension. I get the feeling she does that
a lot.

*You've got a better voice that me. *

Only then did he give a Prince squeal. She giggled. It sounded
rusty.

*You're supposed to be going to sleep. *

*I wanna talk about what happened. * She sounded like a child
trying to avoid bedtime.

*No. Later. I don't want you to have nightmares. *

*Mulder...don't baby me. *

*Me? Baby...you? No. Never. Keep the phone hidden; I'll call
again tomorrow. *

*Ok, fine, whatever...* she sounded peeved but sleepy. *You'll
call? *

*Of course, now turn the phone off so the battery doesn't go
dead...* the 'CLICK' cut him off. *Sleep well...baby, * he
murmured before cutting off the line.

I rubbed my hands together with glee. "Perfect just perfect. I
can get this on the air tomorrow morning..."

Blatt cut me off. "Nah, we wait."

I exploded. "Wait! What the hell are you talking about?"

He explained carefully. "So you put it on the air now, and
Skinner takes the phone away and we don't get anymore calls.
We want more calls, don't we?"

I had to agree, grudgingly. He went on. "Ok, good boy. See if
you can get some more info, we need more before this story
dies on us."

 

 

Chapter 3

I left Blatt in charge at the van listening to phone
conversations and eating yet another hamburger while I made my
way to Tiny's Coffee Shop downtown. I plastered a smile on my
face as the woman approached my table. I glanced down at my
hand on the coffee cup and willed the tremors to stop. I
hadn't gotten much sleep these last two days and it was
beginning to show.

She slipped into the booth with me and I raised my eyes to
hers. She was busy swiveling her head to make sure no one was
watching her, thus drawing attention to herself.

I put my hand out across the table. "Doris Whipple I presume?"

She smiled thinly at my little joke. "Yes and you're Mike
Raaker of course."

"My reputation proceeds me," I said grandly.

She looked me over with her watery colorless eyes, seemed to
want to say something but just nodded.

Through many complicated mechanisms I had managed to contact
Dole's partner in the bullpen under Mulder and Scully and by
some miracle she had decided to let me talk to her. I was
about to find out why.

"You people in the press have this thing all wrong. You're
making it seem so torrid," she said primly, nodding to the
waitress's offer of a cup of coffee.

"So tell me what was going on," I encouraged her.

"Well." She was going to draw this out, get her moment in the
sun, I could tell. "Regardless of what that man said, they
never did anything at work. Nothing overt at least."

"So they were involved?" I asked as a courtesy.

"Oh definitely. Everyone at the bureau says so. The way they
looked at each other! The thing is, I blame this partly on
A.D. Skinner. Not that he isn't a fine boss," she corrected
herself quickly. "It's just that for six years they had worked
alone, in a little room with one desk. And suddenly they're in
separate offices with Dole and I in a bullpen between them.
They just weren't used to it, you could tell. Even during
their recent...troubles...they were in the main bullpen and could
still see each other. This arrangement, I think it upset
them."

"What do you mean?" I led her on.

"Well, they would spend a lot of time in each other's office
with the door closed, I could see how that would
upset...someone..." I raised a brow and nodded to let her know I
felt her pain. "I mean, the imagination would go wild! Dole's
I mean." She took a sip of her over-sweetened coffee and
continued. "The alternative wasn't much better. They would
leave their doors open and they moved their desks so they
could see each other and they would sit there and as they
worked, they would...they would just glance at each other and
nod...I can't explain it...it was as though they were talking in a
foreign language and you know how that drives you crazy when
you don't know what someone's saying?" she asked me intently.

I eased my hand across the table and covered her cold little
fist gripping her spoon. "I think I understand."

"Not to say what Dole did was in any way justified," She
clarified with a blustering tone.

"No, of course not," I soothed.

She looked at me beseechingly. "You do understand?" I nodded
to reassure her.

"Doris, may I call you Doris?" she nodded. "Doris, could you
spare me the time to talk about this on camera?"

She looked horrified. "I just came here today to straighten
out some misconceptions you have about my fellow agents. I
have no interest in making a spectacle of myself on
television."

"No, no, of course not. But the public isn't going to believe
me if I turn the camera on myself and say the things you've
told me. I need a body and voice even if it's disguised."

"That won't do any good. Mr. Skinner and Mulder...Agent Mulder
would know it was me." She struggled out of the booth. "No,
no, don't tell anyone I came. I have to go."

I grabbed at her hand and held her there. "At least tell me
what the X-files are."

She looked truly frightened then and wrenched her hand away
from me. She hurried off; leaving me slumped in the booth.
Another opportunity lost.

I cased Scully's apartment building that night. After figuring
which was her apartment, I checked out the building across the
street. The roof was two stories lower than her building and
offered some good sight lines.

A little money to the landlord of the building, and I was the
renter of a few square feet of his roof.

I put in a call to a pal of mine at the Hall of Records, the
bastard was actually asleep but I got him to go down and dig
up the floor plans for her building. Fortunately the landlord
had recently had to apply for some permits for improvements,
and the plans were current. I looked them over and
familiarized myself with the layout.

Next I called another pal who specialized in surveillance
equipment, a Mr. Smith, waking him up too, and brought him
down to look things over. He got some ideas and went home to
start gathering the necessary equipment. Things were
progressing well.

 

June 4, 1999; 5:35 am

 

When I got back to the van just before dawn, Blatt had ripened
to the next level of putrid and he and Hal were snoozing. I
filled him in on my progress and he seemed pleased.

"Good boy, you're catching on."

The next call was from Scully to Mulder at 10am.

Scully's disposition hadn't improved with some sleep. *Mulder,
where the hell are you? *

*I told you, Skinner's banned me from the hospital. *

*Oh. * There was a lot of subtext there. I pitied him.

His voice throbbed with an odd passion. *I want to be there.
You know I do...but...but Skinner said some things to make me
think. *

She was indignant. *What could he possibly say to keep you
away from...the hospital? *

*He suggested that we've drawn attention to ourselves and that
will draw attention to the X-Files. Questions will be asked,
questions that our superiors don't want to be answering. *

*Questions? *

*He's done a lot helping us get the X-files back, he thought
he was doing us a favor with Dole and Whipple, he's worried
about our careers...*

She sounded incredulous. *Our careers? *

*Well, your career. I'm not too worried about my upward
mobility. Skinner just pointed out how any adverse publicity
could hurt your reputation...he said you would understand,
remember? *

She was on a slow boil. *Sounds like the two of you have
decided what's best for me. *

He groaned, *Scully...*

*I'm checking out of this place tomorrow. I've looked at
enough hospital walls for this lifetime. *

*But your mother's going out of town today...* he fretted.

*I know. I don't care, I've got to get out of here. I can take
care of myself. *

*I'll come stay with you. *

*You don't have to. * She was remote.

*I want to. And I'll pick you up. What time do you think it'll
be? *

She sounded worried but capitulated. *All right. It'll be
about six o'clock tomorrow evening. Is that ok? *

*I'll be there on my white steed. * He hung up without saying
goodbye.

Within a few moments, Scully made a call out.

*Mr. Skinner? *

He sounded hesitant. *Agent Scully? *

*Yes. I needed to talk to you to clarify a few things. *

*Yes? * He sounded really worried now.

*I understand that Agent Mulder has been banned from coming to
visit me. *

*Yes, that's correct. *

*Do you care to share with me why? *

*A situation has developed Agent Scully, a situation that I
really don't want to go into at this time. *

She growled. *You two...*

He got the upper hand while she sputtered. *I do have a few
questions for you while I have you on the phone. *

*Yes sir? * She was all business again.

*I have to corroborate your answers with the ones Mulder gave
me. * He started in. *Did you have any idea that Dole
had...feelings for you? *

*Yes sir. I just didn't realize the extent of the threat. He
had never given me any indication that he was capable of
physical violence. *

*Had he ever touched you...or asked you out on a date...anything
like that? *

*Yes sir. He did touch my shoulder once. I moved away. He
didn't try it again. I thought he had gotten the message. But
then, out of the blue, he asked me out, last Tuesday. *

*Mulder said that he had noticed Dole watching you when you
were unaware, staring down your...blouse...* He gulped and I began
to feel sorry for him. *And he had a 'little talk' with him...*

She exploded. *What! * I heard a muffled curse and she lowered
her tone. *What? *

*He said he took Dole aside and told him he had observed his
behavior and he would 'kick his ass' if he continued. He never
said anything to you? *

Her voice was made of stone. *No sir. *

*Uh...Agent Scully...your behavior...that is the behavior of you and
Agent Mulder...would suggest that the two of you are engaged
in...* He plunged on. *...A personal...intimate relationship. * He
had to stop to take a deep breath.

I swear I could hear her sooty lashes blink, slowly, once.
*Sir? *

He rushed on. *After you were shot...* His voice went up an
octave. *Agent Mulder became very emotional, * up another
level, *That in itself isn't unusual, I realize the two of you
are close...but...when you were on the gurney, * and he finished
at a high squeak. *Agent Mulder...that is...you...the two of
you...kissed. *

After an interminable pause she said calmly, *I was reassuring
him. *

*Uh...well, all right...I just...I have to ask...* He sounded like he
was strangling on his too tight tie. *Are you and Agent Mulder
engaged in a sexual relationship? *

*No sir. * Maybe she could lie.

*All right. That's what Mulder said, but you know him, he'll
lie on a dime...* I heard his chair creak as he leaned back in
it. *Especially to protect you, without any regard for
professional deportment. Frankly I thought for sure he was
lying he denied it so strongly. * Skinner babbled on. *I must
admit I feel partially responsible about all of this. I was
the one to assign more agents to the X-files when it re-opened
and I will say part of the reason was my concern about the two
of you possibly ruining your chances at re-starting your
careers if any suggestion got around...But I should have
realized, well if nothing had happened by now...&

She cut him off. It almost sounded as though there was a sob
in her voice. *Sir, if you're finished, I really need to get
some more rest. *

He mumbled his good-byes, but the line was already dead.

"Now, Blatt, now? If I hurry I can have these on the air by
the early edition of the evening news." I was frothing.

Blatt leaned back with satisfied grin on his fat sweaty face.
"Nah, we wait."

"What!" I exploded. "I need this exclusive...wait again?"

"Yeah, think about it. What better scene than our little
heroine being escorted home by her knight, eh? If we play
these tapes before she checks out, this Skinner fellow is just
going to stop Mulder. No, we wait until after he has taken her
home and then we play it to fill all those hours of footage of
the exterior of her apartment building."

I had to agree, grudgingly, that he had a point. I wondered
how Skinner was going to get away with the no sexual
relationship line now after hearing their intimate
conversations.

"Watch my moves kid, you'll learn a thing or two," Blatt said.

 

June 5, 1999; 6:12 p.m.

 

I had gotten myself a good position at the back of pack. All
the other guys had fought for the rights to be at the door,
but I wanted a different image. I was waiting back by the
curb. My sources had told me there was no sign of Mulder in
the hospital, so I was giving him credit for sweeping up on
his chariot to carry her away at the curb.

The hounds began baying excited cries and then I could see the
light reflecting off the bull's head as he pushed through the
crowd. Suddenly, just a few inches away from me, she was
there. I had to look down, down to find her. Our eyes met.
Damn she was small! Dole hadn't been a big man, so she hadn't
seemed that small in his grasp. But now, in front of my
gaseous-bellied, old sweat-smelling, wrinkled clothed body,
she was tiny and fragile. Her eyes were cool and solid as
steel though. She swept me aside with that gaze.

AD Skinner was confused, looking around. He yelled at another
agent. "Where the hell is the car?"

The agent shrugged and began talking into his lapel. Skinner
pulled Scully back against his body. A car approached. Skinner
looked relieved and then constipated. Mulder stepped out of
the vehicle and approached them as though he was stopping in
his Sunday drive.

"Sir. Scully. How you doing?"

She was trying to control her face. She just shook her head in
denial and then rolled her head back on her neck to look up to
him. Her eyes were suddenly damp with unshed tears. He leaned
in close and everyone took in a breath. He was going to kiss
her. He didn't kiss her. He looked carefully at her bandaged
shoulder and then over it to Skinner.

"I'll take it from here, sir. Don't worry about a thing. Her
bag?"

Skinner chewed all his teeth and swallowed them, with
difficulty. He handed the bag to Mulder without a word.

Mulder opened the passenger door and Scully sat down,
supporting herself on his arm.

Skinner finally found speech. "I'll expect a call from you
Mulder, when you've got Agent Scully settled in at home."

Mulder was getting in the driver's seat. "Yes sir."

He leaned over Scully's body and we all took in a breath
again. Their eyes were locked. His hand snaked out slowly to
tuck her limp red hair behind her ear and then as though he
did this every day, grabbed the seat belt and brought it
across her body. His hand brushed her breasts and she turned
her gaze away from his actions and stared out the window at
me. I realized she was looking right through me as he pulled
the belt tight against her chest to buckle it. When he was
done, he leaned in and whispered something in her left ear as
he tucked the hair on that side out of the way. She stared
straight ahead and said 'fine' to something, but I could see
the single tear trickle out of her right eye, out of his
eyesight. If this is what it was like to be around them all
the time, no wonder Dole snapped. I was pretty close after
just a couple of days of this.

I shock myself out of my revelry and pushed Hal ahead of me as
we scrambled in the van. We had to stay within range if the
first toy Smith gave me, the sensitive long-range listening
equipment, was going to work.

As we raced after them, the speakers crackled and squeaked
before finding the signal.

Mulder was saying, "Scully, you sure you're ok? Maybe you
should have stayed in the hospital another couple of days..."

"No! No...but I do think it isn't such a good idea for you to be
wasting your time staying with me."

"Huh? But your mom..."

"I know. I'll hire a nurse."

"Now what's the point of that? You should have stayed in the
hospital then! You think I can't even make some soup and fluff
some pillows."

I was watching them through binoculars through his car's back
window. It was shaky, but I could make out Scully in the front
seat staring down at her bruised and torn knuckles, picking at
the scabs on her wrists.

"Don't do that, they'll scar," Mulder admonished her.

She screwed her mouth up like a little girl. "So what?"

"Do your hands hurt? You worked him over pretty good."

"Oh, so now we're going to talk about what happened."

Mulder's tone of good will was gone. "What?"

"You keep trying to avoid talking about what happened with
Dole," she muttered.

"Ok, let's talk. How did he get you?"

"Well, I guess after you had your little talk with him," he
cringed, "He got pissed and decided to punish us."

"For what?"

Scully shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe he came with some
past problem..."

"How did he get you?"

"After I turned down your gracious invitation to lunch," he
grimaced, "I went out to the park as I originally planned..."
She was furrowing her brow to remember. "And I was on the
bench back by the trees, in the shade, when I began to feel
woozy. He must have drugged me. I wasn't knocked out, I just
felt ill. And then he was there, offering to drive me back to
the office. In his car, I was so thirsty. He offered me his
water bottle; it must have been drugged. I couldn't move when
he put the handcuffs on..."

She buried her head in her chest. "Goddammit!" She burst out
and he jumped.

"What is it?"

"Oh, I don't know, I guess it just felt good." She closed her
eyes as if she was sleeping and Mulder sped up, escaping us.

 

Chapter 4

 

There was a huddle of cameramen and equipment around her door,
but as soon as they pulled up agents materialized from nowhere
and shoved them out of the way for Mulder and Scully to be
able to make their way through.

I didn't join that group. I stayed in my van and adjusted the
controls on my next toy, the video equipment.

Hal had parked his car nearby earlier and left for the day,
telling me he'd be back in the morning with Blatt. I was alone
in the van, surrounded by the tools of my unholy trade. I
began slugging back the coffee again, refueling for the coming
evening.

Smith had helped me set up cameras on the roof of the building
across the street and we found a crack in one of the shades in
her bedroom window and gap in the window frame of the bathroom
to be able to focus into the rooms. We weren't able to find
anything for the living room, so as the two agents entered the
room I had to rely on my listening equipment and imagination
to fill in the blanks. Of course this is all illegal and can't
be used on the air, but we in the 'entertainment' press call
it research. How do you think we're able to know our prey's
every move?

I heard the door close and Scully speak. "Mulder, what have
you done?"

"Which time?"

"Don't be cute. Not this time. Why are we being hounded by the
press?"

"The cameras were there already when we arrived. Dole called
them so he could have a proper audience for his game."

She was silent for a few moments. Was she trying to remember?
Memory loss isn't uncommon after trauma. "Yes, I see them
now." She stumbled a bit. "Did they get...everything?"

Everything was a lot for her, I could tell. "Yah.
Everything...after you were being seen to by the EMTs...I took his
gun and I desecrated the body." He sighed deeply.

"What?" She sounded incredulous.

"I shot his balls off. The kind of stuff they just love on the
evening news. It's sort of gotten whipped up into a big deal.
That's why Skinner wanted me to stay away, to see if it would
calm down, but it hasn't. I think it might work if we just
hide out in here for a couple of days with the shades drawn.
I'm sure somebody in this town will do something soon to
distract their attention away from us." I could hear the creak
of a rusty smile on his face.

"Why did you do that?" Her voice whispered.

I didn't think he was going to answer and then he spoke his
voice as low as hers, "Something in me just broke, I guess."

I could hear nothing but their breathing, his shallow and
rapid as though he was running, hers deep and rhythmic as
though she was trying to keep herself from hyperventilating.

I heard the rustle of him moving to her side. "Scully do you
want to go to bed? Some food?"

"No. I want a bath. I feel dirty."

Those words. God. Had she been lying when she said that
bastard Dole hadn't touched her? I had decided she couldn't
lie, right?

 

I heard Scully began to drag herself towards the bathroom.
"Bathed in fear-sweat for three hours. Hospital smells
clinging to me. Sponge bath for two days. I could drill for
oil on my scalp. I must bathe."

Bathe. Thank god, it was just a flash of obvious anal
tendencies.

"Can you do that with your stitches?" I heard Mulder's big
feet galloping after her like a colt after the old gray mare.

"Watch me."

"But..."

"Mulder, help me."

They had entered the bathroom and I could see them at last.
They stopped by a big tub that dominated the room. "Help you?"
he squeaked.

"Yes. I'll need help out of these clothes and then you'll need
to take my bandage off. Why don't you start the water in the
tub? I like it very hot."

He turned like a robot, began filling the tub and asked her
what bath oil she preferred. Whipped.

"You see that bottle without the label? I want that one." She
faded away and dropped down on the stool beside the tub.

Mulder opened the bottle and breathed in the smell. I knew
instantly it would be that linger of scent that was on her
blouse the EMTs had left discarded on the ground back at the
ice factory. Not that I had sniffed it or anything. It had
just brushed my nose as I was picking in up off the ground.

The room must be warm and I'm sure it quickly filled with that
smell...the ScullySmell...Mulder whirled and dropped to his knees
in front of her. She gave out a little gasp at the sound of
his knees cracking on the tile floor.

He bent over the task of taking her tiny little shoes off. He
slipped his fingers into the first shoe for some reason. Nope,
couldn't even get more than three fingers half way into the
shoe...

"Mulder?"

"Huh?" He was looking up into her dazed, pain-filled eyes.
"Have you taken your meds yet, Scully?"

She looked away with a furious swipe of her head. "No. When I
get in the bath bring them to me with a shot of whiskey to
wash them down."

"Scully!"

"Don't be such a mommy." She griped and pushed her remaining
shoe off with the other foot. He and I watched in fascination
as her small white feet wrestled together to free themselves
from their socks. "Mulder! I don't want the water to get
cold." She struggled to her feet.

I could see the anger rising on his face. So much for the
course of true love running smooth. He looked her square in
the eye, anger clashing with anger and reached down to grasp
the waist of her sweatpants. Well, I was in for the whole
show. He yanked both her sweatpants and her panties down to
her ankles. The whole show started with a round little white
ass. This was going to be...hard...in more ways than one.

She steadied herself with her good hand, gripping his head
tightly, scraping his scalp with her nails.

"Sorry," he muttered. "Left, now right."

He rose from his knees, bending at the waist, keeping his
swollen groin area out of her view, kept his eyes from her
panties, from her naked hip area and whirled around her body
to stand behind her. He was a regular Fred Astaire. From the
back he reached around her and pulled down the zipper of her
sweat jacket. For some reason he stayed far enough behind her
to not touch her body and still reach around to pull that
zipper down over her breasts and pull it loose at the waist,
brushing her soft stomach.

He pulled the sweater off of her right arm and then very
carefully off the bandaged left arm.

He managed to remove her bandage with a minimum of wincing on
her part. She was shaking from cold. His voice was distant and
detached. "Get in the tub. Careful. Hold on to me."

She turned to get in the tub and I saw her full-frontally-nude
body for the first time. She was a small woman but beautifully
proportioned and sleek as a half-grown kitten. My eyes
couldn't stop themselves from being drawn to the horrible
pucker of the fresh scar and the mottled black and purple of
the bruise.

"Oh, Scully." He and I both wanted to weep.

"Get my medicine, please." She pushed herself down until the
bubbles came up under her chin.

 

She and I listened to him bumping around in her room. She
started to soap up her body. Rubbing the cloth over her
injured arm, she looked up at him as he wandered back into the
room.

"Can I help?" he asked.

She dropped the washcloth onto the edge of the tub. "Sure,
knock yourself out."

He pulled a stool over to the tub and picked up the cloth,
rubbing it on a cake of soap until it was covered in bubbles.
He pulled one foot out of the water and carefully washed her
foot and down her calf to the knee. She gripped the edge of
the tub to keep from being pulled in.

His arms dipped under the water. He must be washing her
thighs. When she stopped him her voice sounded harsh. "I've
already washed there."

He pulled his hands out of the water hastily. "Ok, sorry."

He grabbed the stool and walked hunched over behind her to set
up again. Gently he pushed her forward and began the slow
circles on her back. Now that he couldn't see her face she
gripped her lower lip to keep herself from moaning. Did she
need to act this remote? There were a rumor or two floating
around the Hoover Building about that too.

She stopped him. "I need to wash my hair, I'm not sure how to
do that..."

"Here's an idea...just lay back floating, and I'll hold you up,"
he suggested.

His big damp hands took a hold of her shoulders carefully. She
leaned back, unsure. She took a deep breath and let her feet
come off the bottom of the tub and made herself float. The
cooler air made her nipples harden as her breasts broke the
surface of the water.

I had noticed him grasp his dick between his thighs when he
sat back down. Ah, the old trapped dick trick. Now he was in a
pickle. We both stared down at her in a catatonic state,
watching her breasts bob in the water, the flame of hair
between her legs float among the last few bubbles, matched by
her head of hair swirling around her still, carved ivory face.
Uh, oh, he was rubbing his legs together. From the look of
pain that crossed his face, I knew this did nothing to
alleviate the pressure.

"Ok, Mulder." She murmured. Why couldn't she be saying, "Oh,
yeah, Raaker," instead?

He gently pushed her back up on her feet, the water streaming
off of her hair. "Get that cup over there off the shelf. Use
it to pour fresh water over my head when I need to be rinsed."

He fetched the cup and her bottle of shampoo and sat back
down.

He was soaping her hair when she spoke and startled Mulder and
I. "I guess I screwed up."

"Huh?" he asked.

"I should've known something was up with Dole. I knew someone
must've drugged me, I just didn't suspect him," she muttered.

"Scully, don't worry about it, I didn't take him seriously
either. He was a joke to us, someone to laugh about after he
went home," he answered.

"I should've known," she said stubbornly. "At least we have
matching scars now," she added.

"Nope, I got mine lasered off," he said.

She grinned suddenly and somehow he knew. "What?" he asked as
she took the water cup and filled it while he softly whirled
the suds through her hair.

"You didn't keep my love tap?" she queried as she tipped her
head back.

He pushed the hair from side to side as he poured the water
over her head. Suds ran down her neck and between her breasts.

He chuckled. "The look in your eyes as you pulled the trigger
burned into my mind is enough."

She clamped down on her lips and didn't seem to have anything
more to add to this odd exchange. Finally her hair was clean.
He sounded like he was forcing cheerfulness. "So, I guess
that's it."

She had leaned forward and had pulled the plug out but was
turning the water back on, steam rising from the fresh water.
"I've gotta shave my legs, they're driving me crazy."

He told her he hadn't noticed unsightly stubble when he had
washed her legs. She shot him an annoyed look. "I know it's
there. I just have fine body hair, but it's been five days
since I've shaved and I can't stand it."

He fetched a razor. "Do you have shaving lotion?"

"No, I just use soap."

He pulled his stool back down by her feet. She was grumbling
again. "You can't do this."

He snipped back at her. "You can't either. Do you want it done
or not?"

Maybe I had this all wrong. Maybe this guy was gay. He was
taking way too much interest in her personal grooming. Not my
game at all, frankly, but then again I haven't given it a try.
I just wanted the leg hair gone; I didn't want to be the one
doing it.

He did a careful but thorough job. He was whispering under his
breath, "Steady, steady." When he glanced at her she gave him
a soft little smile. He dropped the razor into water. "Sorry."
His hand was feeling around. She helped him. "Back a little,
to your left." It looked like he found it by her butt.

He finished with her legs and rocked back on the stool seeming
to be pleased with himself. "Out without a scratch."

There must be a nasty part of her that she kept down deep...most
of the time. "Mulder, I need my armpits shaved too."

"What?!" he squeaked.

"Even more than leg hair, hair under my arms kills me," she
continued.

"All right, all right. Are you able to lift your left arm?" he
asked.

"No, I can't lift it high enough, but the right one...it'll do."
She looked at him through slit eyes as she lifted her right
arm in the air with a lazy motion.

He got down on his knees by her shoulder and looked into
gentle valley of her armpit.

"Be careful, hold the muscles back so that the area is flat,"
she murmured in his ear.

"Ok." He licked his lips and pushed the muscles back until the
skin was tight. He ran the razor quickly down over the hair.
"There." He was triumphant.

"Thank you Mulder, I'll have to return the favor sometime."
She was giving him that lazy look again. What was she thinking
about shaving off of him?

"Ok, I'll take you up on that..." His attempt at humor fell as
flat as her face.

She stood suddenly in the tub and swayed from the rush of
blood to the head. He grabbed her wet, slippery body.
"Thanks," she said as she stepped out of the tub.

He wrapped her in a body towel and fetched the panties and
pajamas he had laid out on the edge of the bed. He had chosen
the white cotton briefs probably for sentimental reasons and
yellow flannel pajamas with large red cherries on them. Her
mouth turned down when she saw them.

"You don't want these?" he asked.

"They were a gift. I was wearing a set of blue silk ones
before..."

"I think flannel is best, now that the hot weather has finally
broken," he said firmly.

She let the towel loose...there he was again, back down on his
knees, this time pulling her panties on. I had never thought
putting clothes on a woman could be erotic, but now I was
thinking of amending that notion.

He lightly brushed her skin as he pulled up and secured her
panties on her hips. He let his big dark hands rest for a
moment on her hipbones. He looked as though it was taking
every inch of his self-control to not rest his head on her
stomach.

The flannel could never be as soft as the skin on her belly I
decided, as he slowly pulled the bottoms up her silky legs.
She was standing stock still, as though she was afraid to
move, and stared intently at the wall behind him.

He carefully applied bandages over the scars on both sides of
her shoulder, pushing her damp hair aside. "Do you want me to
dry this?" he murmured in her ear.

She shook her head no as he pulled the top on her and slowly
buttoned it up.

Almost there...relief was almost there for me...he led the
stumbling slight figure to the bed. He had turned back the
covers and now sat her on the edge, swung her feet under the
duvet...yes, almost there. His voice, so calm, "Two pillows or
one Scully?"

A faint whisper. "Two please, I need to elevate the injury to
reduce the pain."

Of course, perfectly sensible. He fluffed the extra pillow
leaning over her to place it behind her back...her shampoo must
have no effect on him.

He pulled back and looked at her sad little face. Watched her
nibble on her lower lip, glancing away from him with shiny
eyes...One tear escaped and balanced for a moment on an eyelash
and then slid down her face. He looked fascinated.

She needed to be comforted in her time of pain. He had to do
it. Just a goodnight kiss on the forehead, just like Daddy
would give her...when he pulled back I saw she had let several
more tears escape. I heard his voice crooning, "Oh, now
Scully, don't cry."

He licked a tear off of her left cheek and then switched to
chase one down her right cheek...oops it had gotten away, it was
on her lip!

His tongue swept over her lips, wiping them dry, moistening
them with his warm salvia. He supported himself over her and
tilted his head to the other side to lick her lips the other
direction. He had to lift the nape after all...I realized he...I
had lost all reason.

His tongue was big and strong enough, I'm sure it could get
its own way. He pressed it between her lips and she sobbed,
opening to it. The victor would wrestle his opponent to the
mat, the warm soft mat, and then let himself be flipped and
held in a tight grip...her one strong hand was on his chest and
gave a strong push.

He jumped back and I thought frantically, "What's the problem?
Damn her, damn him, damn me!"

 

Chapter 5

 

She sat still and quiet for a moment, so small in her big bed.
When she looked up she was still shiny eyed but it was like
wet steel instead of deep soft waters. She pulled herself free
from the covers and got up to stand stiff and straight in
front of him.

"Mulder, I think we need to talk about this..."

If there are any words that a man wants to hear less from a
woman, I couldn't think what they would be. I pitied him.

She looked back down. That sudden strength was gone. "Mulder,
I don't want you to feel you have to do anything to...comfort
me...I'm fine...I mean, I know you would do anything for me,
anything you thought I needed..."

She went on. "And I'm not saying...I know you have feelings for
me Mulder." This came out in a rush. He blushed like a
schoolboy caught writing a girl's name on his binder.

"But I think those feelings are jumbled up with feelings for
your sister. I've noted that I'm roughly the same age as Sam.
I'm small, this all feeds into your need to relive the
experience with your sister, make it right this time..." She was
getting stronger, as though she had found her stride. Hey,
wait a minute, what was she suggesting about his feelings for
his sister!?

"The thing is...If you've sensed a need in me...don't feel as
though you have to do me any favors. I mean, I know I'm not
your type..." She was back to staring at her hands.

What did that mean?

She seemed to read my mind. "I'm just a basic ordinary woman
with all of her original parts the size they developed at
twelve. I know you like something different...enhanced,
larger...perhaps more size compatible..." She looked at him and
tried to smile but it didn't really work.

He looked immobilized and stunned.

She had to look away again for the next part. "And I know you
have special needs..."

Special needs? It made it sound as though he had been kept
separate from the other children. Wait a minute, he I think I
saw he had been...

She flung her head back and looked him square in the eye. "I'm
not like that. I like just plain ordinary sex. A man and woman
and their compatible genitalia. No props, no extra players, no
oversized body parts..." She lost her nerve and dropped her
glance again.

I could tell he was seeing red and it wasn't just the damp,
curly halo of hair around her hung head. He was furious. He
was having a flashback to the Junior High debating team, madly
shuffling through his 3X5-inch index cards trying to figure
out where to start his rebuttal, I was sure. How dare she
judge him like this! She didn't know my...needs...she didn't know
what went on in my mind...

I watched his huge hands reach down and grip her the back of
her thighs under her buttocks. He lifted her up and slammed
her tight against his chest and looked into her shocked eyes
for only the briefest of moments before he started kissing her
with all his strength. As a rebuttal it may not be
sophisticated but it appeared to be effective.

Mulder pulled free from her mouth and grumbled against her
neck as he sucked and chewed it. "That's better, one problem
solved, the height difference..."

Scully seemed to be letting the waves of sensation lap at her
hot body and rested against him, licking up curve of his ear
to the elfin point. His mouth suddenly returned and she
plunged wildly back down into its dark depths.

He was trying to rub his hard cock against her crotch, but
when she was kissing him, her hips were somewhere around his
sternum. His hips bucked up ineffectively.

He was frustrated; I could hear it in his gasps against her
mouth.

He lowered her back to the floor and she was grumbling
herself. He stepped back and stared at her. "I don't want to
hurt you," he said.

She reached out with a hand. "You hurt me when you step away."
That was probably the most intimate thing she had ever said to
him and of course, he didn't notice.

"I mean, I don't want to hurt you, you're so damn small, I
mean..." He let his words run down.

She rocked back on her heels and spoke slowly. "Well, I've
found in my experience, and my experience has been always
with...big men..." She let her eyes sweep down to his bulge in his
sweatpants. He looked sad already. No Mulder, I don't think
she's coming to you a vestal virgin. "...That as long as we do a
lot of foreplay, I receive a lot of oral sex first, have at
least one or two orgasms to loosen me up and then I get to be
on top, everything turns out ok."

He actually took her seriously. He nodded like an obedient
dog. "Ok, that sounds like it might work...but Scully...I just
think we should wait anyway...take things slow...work at it, when
you're healed up of course, take some time, get to know each
other..."

She turned her back on him. "Yeah, that's it. Well, I'm going
to sleep now, suddenly I'm very tired."

He rushed forward to help her into bed, sickening in his
eagerness to remove her from the situation. After he tucked
the bedding under her set and angry chin he turned to escape
the room. She bellowed at him. "Where the hell are you going?"

"Out there to sleep on the couch." He motioned vaguely at the
doorway.

"You can't fit on that damn couch, get into this bed," she
ordered him.

He hesitated so she went on, low and silky. "I thought we just
went over this. First you're going to ask my mother for
permission to court me, then you're going to start slipping
notes across the desk at me with little X's and...X's under your
name...in other words, ain't nothin' gonna happen in this bed
tonight. You're tired, I'm tired...Get in here so you're not the
disabled one in the morning."

 

Was she making fun of him? But she did have a point. If he
could slip a Vicodin into her and knock her out, he would be
able to lay there beside her and...rest. I knew he wasn't going
to sleep. He was never going to sleep again. Because when he
and I closed our eyes we would have the image of his face
buried between her legs, in the odd improbable situation of
being underwater, so that her red hair swirled in the waves,
like it had in the tub, swirling around his head. He dove
under the covers on the night table side of the bed.

"Let me get you your pill." He fumbled for the glass of water
he had set up and the pill bottle.

"I don't want to have a pill, I think they are having a
depressive effect on me," she stated in a cold tone. "Good
night Mulder and...thank you for everything." She sounded
singularly ungracious.

I watched him carefully arranged the thick duvet in a tent
over his hips. "You're welcome, Scully, and good night."

 

She was dozing fitfully in the dark room. I could tell her
shoulder had started to throb with a hot pain, waking her. I
ached to go over to her apartment and help her.

Mulder lightly snored beside her. He seemed to be sleeping
like the dead.

I watched her push herself up on her right arm. The left arm
must have screamed in protest when she tried to lift it higher
than a few inches to reach over Mulder's body. She winced in
pain and lay across him to reach with the right arm...

She had to wiggle a bit to get closer to the table...

A hot breath puffed in her ear. "Scully, what're you doing?"
It was an amused voice. A voice that suggested perhaps she was
trying to seduce him. Well, he could forget it, I knew she
would never, ever do that again. He should be so lucky.

"I'm trying to get a pain pill," she muttered.

"Why didn't you wake me?" the husky voice in the dark asked.

"I didn't want to disturb you." This sounded kind of shaky.

"Well, you have. You've disturbed me a lot." His mouth was
very close to her ear now. She was refusing to turn her head
and look because then their mouths would be within inches of
each other...that's my girl!

"I'm truly sorry." I knew she was. I knew she just wanted to
slip into a drug-induced coma and forget all about him.

"Scully, uh, are you going to move?" He sounded amused.

She started to wiggle again, mad as hell, but couldn't keep
herself from groaning in pain. He grabbed her around the hips
to stop her. "Scullee..."

She was being lifted weightlessly into the air and settled
down on his chest, a leg resting on either side of his torso.

"Are you going to admit to me now that you've secretly been a
member of the Ice Capades all along?" She said with a dead
pan expression.

"Yah, Olga, care to try the death spiral?" He sounded like he
was the one taking the painkillers, slurred and distant. He
laughed suddenly, an oddly joyous sound.

She sat up on her knees. She looked down at him coolly for a
moment. Now she was going to devastate him. She was just
choosing her weapon. No! No! Not the kiss!

Mulder met her halfway when he craned his head up and captured
her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth before she could
protest. We all lost track of time. She just stayed draped on
top of him, kissing and kissing him. I could see their tongues
intertwined and pushing at their cheeks. She finally let go of
his mouth to allow him to catch his breath.

"Scully, like I said before, I don't think..." he gasped,
embarrassed.

"I know, I know," she conceded. She gave him a sly smile.
"Perhaps we could just pet a while... haven't you heard about
Catholic girls, Mulder? We weren't supposed to give out, so we
got lots of practice petting." She ran her hands over his tee
shirt, grasping the hard mounds of his pectorals through the
soft material. She pushed back her hips and rubbed his hard-on
lightly.

He bucked up with a proper enthusiasm but then started flaying
his arms in protest. "Scullee, stop that! Not that I don't
like it. It's just that we need to stop, you need to get your
rest..."

"Can you go back to sleep?" she asked.

"Nooo...." he mumbled.

"I can't either...so shut up and kiss me." I liked her attitude
and was a little ashamed.

Mulder put a hand over the mouth that was lunging down at him.
"Uh, let's think about this."

Those red brows raised.

"I mean, I want to, I really do...but I don't want to hurt
you...so maybe we can just stick with something that doesn't
take very much motion." He looked up into her velvet eyes
nervously. "It could be part of us getting to know each other.
Exploring so to speak, exploring each others depths..."

Poor choice of words. She bit the back of his hand lightly. He
let go of her mouth but stayed tense and ready to move again.

She nodded with a curt motion as though she was agreeing to
let him interrogate the perp first.

He pulled his knees up and pushed her shoulders back slowly so
she rested on the hard cushion of his thighs. She watched him
with all the seriousness reserved for examining a murder
victim as he began to slowly unbutton her pajama top.

The buttons were large and seemed to be almost impossible for
his fumbling fingers to manipulate. Finally he was finished
and he brushed the soft flannel back.

They sat there together for what seemed like hours as Mulder
slowly moved his palms over the silky surface of her stomach.
Scully slipped her hands under his tee shirt and I watched her
fingers burrow under the material like inquisitive gophers.

He pushed the top's edges away. Her breasts hung in front of
his face, one pale and pink, one mottled purple.

He must not have been able to help himself, again. "Ah,
Scullee..."

"It'll go away, like all my pain, I know you can make it go
away."

"I don't know Scully, I can only remember the ways I've hurt
you."

"Sometimes you really piss me off, Mulder...so how about this
Mulder, today will be the first day of the rest of our lives."
Her look bore down into him with the pain of staring into the
sun.

"Hello, my name is Fox Mulder and I'm addicted to Dana Scully,
how I'm doin' so far?" He looked as though he wanted to cry.

She gave him a sudden grin that caused his hard-on to twitch.
With her special low sexy voice, the one I was just beginning
to recognize, she said, "Shall we start the twelve step
program?"

I heard him...giggle. God, what a girlie giggle. He pushed
himself up on his elbow and gently licked the tip of her pink
nipple. She sat still and watched him. He let the hard tip of
his tongue wander lightly over the surface of her firm breast.

Her right arm moved behind her back. He was distracted and
must not have realized what she was doing until he felt her
fingers snaking under the waistband of his sweatpants. She
gently lifted the material up and over his erection.

"Now, where's the Flukeman?" she murmured. What the hell does
that mean?

She was slowly traced those cold long fingernails of hers
around and around his hard damp cock. She didn't turn to see
it; she must have a good memory.

He gasped as the cool air hit his hot sensitive skin. We both
waited for her firm grasp but it didn't come. He must want it
so badly, so badly he took it out on her neck, grabbing the
side of the slim column with his teeth and sucking until she
growled.

Her hand remained slow and steady. Damn that woman had
control!

Her technique seemed to be working. He had tried to fight back
with the assault on her neck but now he had fallen back and
was just aimlessly squeezing her waist and gurgling in the
back of his throat, his eyes wide and white rimmed like a
panicked horse.

She sucked her lower lip into her mouth as though
concentrating on a tough question. Her thumb found the head of
his penis and rubbed it very lightly and then scrapped the tip
of her nail across it.

"Oh dear..." was all he could garble out with a high voice. He
sounded like a little old lady.

I wondered if she got off on this kind of power. Her technique
seemed slightly tentative as though she was doing it for the
first time. Had it only been in the theory stage for a number
of years? The trials seemed to be going very well. Would she
be looking for other test subjects?

Mulder had to do something for her. There she was up there,
doing all the work and he was just lying under her like some
sort of love slave master. Something reciprocal. Reciprocate.
Reciprocate. I sweated those words out.

He was staring at her firm belly and traced the sway of her
hips with his fingertips. Maybe she had something there with
the light touch. He used his first two fingers on his right
hand to pull back the waistband of the bottoms of her pajamas.
God I loved that flannel. I was going to have to find a way to
steal one of the pieces and take it home to sleep with as a
Lovie.

He ran just the two fingers down the swell of her lower belly
and then raised his hand slightly to let the nails rake
through her pubic hair. The flesh would become softer and
softer as he neared the crevice between her thighs.

He was getting to her, I could tell. Sure, she wasn't saying
anything, just staring him down through slit lids, but she was
panting lightly like she was pushing back some unknown terror.
He was going to make her afraid of the dark before he was
done.

Firm, then unspeakably soft and silky, like plunging his hand
into a peach...she was raising herself up on her knees to give
him better access, with a soft sigh. She pulled her hand away
from his cock to support herself on his knee and arched her
back to tilt her hips.

He began to pump his hips slightly to rub his penis on her
flannel encased back...and then somehow slipped it under the
cloth in the same way his two fingers were touching her
center, with the light touch of a ghost.

I wondered if his penis was rubbing the spot where her tattoo
I had seen in the police photo was...that circle...that hole into
her soul...

He gently probed the entrance to her vagina, dampening his
index finger and then sliding it back up to roll her clit
around like a soft ball of clay.

His finger wandered back down and I heard her suck in her
breath.

As he slipped the finger in she gasped, "Yes, yes, that's just
what I want..."

His finger was like a curious eel, searching every ridge and
surface inside her dark depths. She reached back and slid her
palm up and down the exposed underside of his cock, pressing
it further into her back.

He had slipped the index finger out, and she moaned in dismay
but then he earned her groan of approval when he gently pushed
his middle finger back in with the first finger.

The first shuddering sigh came out of her.

She gazed down on him. His mouth hung open in an almost
humorous expression of befuddlement. Sweat had twisted his
hair into a wild nest. Tears creased down the sides of his
face. All the muscles of his chest and arms twitched with the
effort to control himself.

I leaned so close to the screen my breath fogged the glass. I
couldn't believe it when I heard her voice, clear and
authoritative. "Mulder, stop!"

Chapter 6

 

Stop? Stop? The amazing part was, he actually did stop. He
stopped with his fingers buried up to the knuckle, his hand
sticky with her juices and his thumb stilled on her clit. He
stopped his hips from their lazy pumping. She had trained him
well.

"Is something wrong Scully?" His voice was so calm I wondered
if he hurt something in his brain with the effort.

"No, nothing is wrong, well, uh, Mulder, maybe you should
remove your hand, you're distracting me." She had taken her
hand off of his dick and was tugging lightly on his tense
wrist.

He pulled his fingers out immediately and wiped his hand off
on his exposed stomach. She watched him do this and then ran
her hand over the damp and sticky hair, smoothing it back into
its original swirls.

She started slowly. "Do you think I'm being a cock tease,
Mulder?"

This was one of those moments, I decided. One of those moments
in a relationship where a guy has to concentrate really hard
on the subtext and let the obvious answer wander away and
grumble in the corner.

It was amazing how easy it was for him. Maybe he did really
love her. "No Scully. Was that not enough, do you need
something else?"

A few tears dropped off her eyelashes. That was one of the
things I had noticed about her, her ability to cry without
crying. "No, you were doing everything right, it's just...it's
just not what I want right now, right at this moment, at..."
she turned her head to squint at the clock. "...At 12:31 on
this very special day. Do you know why this is a special day,
Mulder?"

"Because it's the first day of the rest of our lives."

She gave him a sweet reward of a smile. "Yeah, and the first
time, the first time I want all of you. I want you to fill
me...do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I know...I want you to fill me too..."

The one eyebrow went up.

"You know what I mean." He grinned. "We only have one first
time."

She flopped over onto of him, breaking her fall with her one
good arm. "No pressure or anything Mulder."

"You're the one who started this, Scully." His voice sounded
chiding to me.

"So you are calling me a cock tease." Her voice became chilly.

How the hell had this happened? Now I remembered why I wasn't
very good at relationships. A .360 batting average was only
good in baseball. None of this was making any damn sense. I
had a headache and an ache in my...

"No, baby...." He sounded as though he was trying the word on
for size and from the look she shot him, probably should
decide not to try it again. "I understand. I just don't think
you can stand the stress of actual intercourse right now."

He went on in his best talking-the-madman-out-his-gun voice,
low and steady. "Scully, I think we should address this issue
tomorrow morning after we've both had some rest, and right now
I think you should take that pain pill as you originally
intended."

Her glare could shatter a diamond. She pushed herself sitting
upright on his chest and his half-limp dick gave a hopeful
hop. "Then give me my pill and some water."

This must be a trick. She must be up to something. He dropped
the pill into her palm and then slowly gave her the glass of
water. Would she dump it on his head? No, she took a quick
gulp of the water and slapped the glass back in his hand. He
lowered her back onto the mattress. He really should get her a
new pair of panties and a new bottom for her pajamas, but I'm
sure it was all he could do to straighten the ones she had on.
Last, he pulled the covers back up under her chin, avoiding
her glacial gaze. She lay straight as a board beside him and
staring at the ceiling. God, how long will it take for that
pill to take effect? He eased the covers off his feet and
swung off the bed.

Mulder was walking out the door, again.

"Goddammit, Mulder! Stop!" she growled. She tossed the covers
aside and stumbled after him.

 

He shuffled to a stop and just stood there with his back to
her, head hanging. She reached up with her good hand and
grabbed his shoulder and pushed down hard.

"Get down, now!" With a little squeak Mulder crashed to his
knees, probably thinking all the wild thoughts I was thinking,
like bunnies hopping madly across a meadow.

She came around to his front and looked down at him
thoughtfully, pursing her little mouth. He had to stop looking
at her lips, she would think he wasn't taking her seriously.

"I get tired of looking up at you all the time, Mulder, it
gives me a cramp, a cramp I can't make go away, do you know
what I mean Mulder?" she murmured.

Mulder bobbed his head up and down, unable to speak.

For once he had to look up to her but it wasn't too high to
give HIM a pain. His eyes were level with the dimple at the
base of her throat right about where her gold cross nestled. I
watched him suck gently on his lower lip as he stared at the
cross. Was he fantasizing about sucking on the piece of
jewelry, probably breaking several commandments in the
process?

He glanced up see the underside of her plump lower lip and
then on up to her suddenly drowsy looking eyes, their heavy
lids dipping to her soft cheeks. He should let her chew him
out so she could go to sleep, she was obviously tired.

When he hadn't noticed, she had moved closer and as her
suddenly ragged breaths went in and out, her breasts brushed
his chest. He hadn't buttoned her top back up and all he had
to do was push the two edges open...

This was going to be a leap. She was going to have to kiss
him. He was apparently paralyzed. Perhaps he was too tired;
she should let him go to sleep...

Just a good night kiss, soft as a mother's, a brush of the
lips, another brush, soft as kissing her pillow when she was
thirteen...prodding his mouth open with her tongue...reaching in
and finding what she was looking for, caressing it, welcoming
it into her mouth...the feeling of his hands under the top of
her pajamas, smoothing and cooling her hot skin...

That voice, questioning, questioning, was he ever going to
stop talking? "I thought we had decided to stop...I still don't
think this is a good idea...what're you doing?"

"Well, Mulder I'm trying to get you to think with your little
head," probably wasn't a Scully sort of comment, so she stayed
silent and persistent. She shifted slightly and slowly rubbed
his erection with her leg, chasing it as it skittered
backwards away. He gave a glug sound and fell back on his
heels.

She had him now. She moved one leg between his open knees and
continued her assault.

He leaned his sweaty forehead against her breast bone panting,
"Scul-ee..."

This was more like it. She lowered her shoulder letting the
sleeve slide off of her good arm and moved slightly to the
right so that his mouth was there, over her breast...would he
get the idea?

Aye yes, there we go, we have lift off...Mulder began to work on
her breast diligently and this distracted him enough to let
her begin rubbing vigorously against his erection. He
whimpered against her damp breast causing her nipple to be
sucked further into his mouth.

She gave one strong pant and he was off of her, staring up at
her, worried.

"For god's sake, Mulder, stop worrying about me! Do you want
to do this or not!" I understood she was mad and horny but
perhaps this wasn't the way to get a man to do your bidding.

He gave her the hurt little boy look. "I thought we had agreed
that we would wait..."

She couldn't stop herself. "What the hell are you, my prom
date? Do I have to pin you first?" That was a thought... she
tried reason, like talking a crazy man down off a ledge. "Ok,
I've done some thinking..."

He interrupted, "In the two minutes since we were on the bed?"

She went on. "I have very rapid thought processes when the
situation warrants." She had managed to pull down her pants
and panties and was in the process of stepping out of them.
"Now, using my knowledge of physics I've found a solution to
this logistical problem. Pull down your pants."

He looked at her, frightened.

She sighed and grabbed his shoulder with her good hand, leaned
on it and shifted her weight onto right foot. She slipped her
left foot under the waistband of his sweatpants and slid the
sole of her foot up his rigid cock. He leaned back a little,
apparently pinned down by her actions.

She had the waistband snagged on her heel. She pulled it out
and over the tip of his penis. It sprung free and he let out a
gasp of relief.

"I just, don't want to..." He garbled out.

She soothed him. "Don't worry, I'll be ok."

He wiggled out of his tee shirt and pulled her body against
him gently, pulling her top around both of them.

One part of her must have felt cold and naked. She put a foot
on each side of his thighs and opened herself slightly. I went
faint. I swear I could smell the golden cloud of want that
surrounded both of them.

Could she sense his cock pulsing up at her, naked and alone
too? She must have because she bent her knees ever so slightly
and let her slick lips come in contact with the head of his
penis. She rotated her hips gently to lubricate them with
their fluids.

"OhScullyohGodohScully," Mulder was chanting in her ear.

She paid him no mind. She was concentrating. His hips were
bucking, trying to get into her and I wondered if she loved
the thought of being chased, pursued by a creature with no
worse intent than her pleasure.

"Where have I misplaced those schematics?" she mumbled
drunkenly. I could tell her they weren't back in the boring
old third dimension. They were in a crazy forth dimension of
their own making, made up of pulsing heat rising off of his
cock, the honey dripping from her, and the constant harsh
moans from their throats. She waited until he had sat back
down onto his heels in frustration. She sank with him,
slipping down...oh yes, that's right, Tab A into slot B...she
concentrated on being open, and receptive, receptive to this
need they both had and she found herself able to take it all
in. She wasn't closed off to extreme possibilities. She let
her head loll back with that feeling of freedom that comes
from standing at the bow of a sailing ship pressed back by the
wind....

 

Mulder was grasping frantically behind him. What the hell was
he doing? She had gotten them into this position, this
incredible position, but he couldn't seem get any leverage.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I vaguely thought he was
going to embarrass himself in the next few minutes. What the
hell, so was I.

He had been reaching for the footboard of her bed. He got a
good grip with both hands behind him on the wood. He got his
feet under him. His personal trainer would be proud of his
form in the dip position. "Upsy daisy." He said with a grunt.

He was rewarded with a look of sleepy surprise in Scully's
eyes. He was pinned under her hot blue gaze. He was going to
go blind from looking into her eyes. It was like looking at a
welder's arc.

She shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet so that he
wasn't supporting both of them. Not that he couldn't have at
this moment; he could do anything right now. He was plugged
into the ultimate power source.

She smiled slowly and rolled her head back, showing him the
underside of her chin and lips and the sweep of her eyelashes,
and then she pinned him under that intense gaze again. I had
the image of icebergs calving off of a cerulean glacier. His
arms were shaking from being frozen in position. She shifted
the angle of her hips forward and planted her feet squarely on
the ground.

She tensed around him like a velvet fist and he lost it. He
sucked a breath in and started pumping up madly. She met his
intensity, grinding down on his pelvis. She shifted from foot
to foot, twisting on his cock.

"SweetMaryMotherOfGod...forgive me...for I have sinned..." she
moaned over and over again. The forth dimension was now
stretched out to cover his torso, glistening gold with sweat,
his straining arms lifting and dropping them, his face open
and smooth, his mouth hanging loose with his tongue glistening
and writhing in the dark depths. He never broke eye contact
with her...

The shoulder muscles pulled back tight to support the arms,
stretched the pectorals out, flattening them and hardening
them...the abdominals contracting in effort to lift the two of
them up, to give a little buck at the end of each thrust... The
tangle of hair where their bodies joined, wild and
intermingled as their thoughts but two separate entities, red
and black. She rocked back and stared down at this image,
fascinated. He gave a special little gasp for that movement
and she looked at him with slit predatory eyes. The move must
have made his cock press and slide down the wall of her
vagina, could she feel every ridge? When he drove back up he
could he be pressing somewhere different and dark within her?
The changed pitch of his groans suggested having his erect
penis pulled back in resistance had a certain pain/pleasure
effect for him as well.

She rocked back on her heels and dropped her head again to
stare at their joined place. When he was on a down stroke she
lifted slightly off to see his cock, dark and slick. She
slammed down as he pumped up.

His eyes were dilated and frightened. He was whimpering and I
knew he must be close. I had been counting. It had been 136
seconds since he had first pumped into her. You'd think this
guy hadn't been laid in ten years. Frankly I was surprised, a
good-looking guy like that, you'd think he had a little better
technique, but I guess appearances can be deceiving.

She wasn't doing any better. All he would need to do is lick
the sweat from her chin and she would come, I knew it in my
heart. She leaned all the way over him and somehow managed to
reach the footboard and grab it with her right hand.

His mouth was too far from her chin. Damn. Her eye was looking
right at his twisting, gasping tongue but there was no way she
was slipping a millimeter off of his cock to even kiss him.
She closed her eyes and must have felt his impossibly soft
lower lip under the sweep of her lashes. He gently kissed her
eyelid and that was it.

She was crying out with sweet desperation, baby sounds against
the thud of my heart and the crashing waves of blood pounding
in my ears. It was all she could do to stay on her feet and
just let her body follow its course. I knew she was deaf to
Mulder's bellows but I heard every one. I was glad he was so
loud, he drowned out my whimpered moans.

Yes, that was much better. I'm sure we all felt better now.

 

He managed to hang onto her with one hand and the foot board
with the other and lower them to the ground but that was all
the heavy lifting he was probably going to be able to do for a
few minutes. She would just have to sit there with his slick
limp penis inside her. She leaned against his chest, nestling
into the crook of his neck, not seeming to mind.

He said something really stupid. "So that's plain ordinary
sex?" He should be glad he said it now while she was
apparently incapacitated, but she did still manage to bite
him, hard, on the nipple.

A few minutes passed and we all got control of our breathing
patterns. Then the idiot started in again. "I'm sorry," a
husky voice was whispering in her ear.

"Huh?" Scully mumbled.

"I'm sorry it wasn't better. I just...well, it's been a
while...although that isn't an excuse...I shoulda been better
prepared..." The voice was now whining.

She snapped her eyes open to look up at Mulder's pained-
covered face. "What has let you to believe that I did not find
that an enjoyable experience?"

"Well, I'm sure you had an enjoyable experience..." He stumbled
on his words. "But I shoulda held out longer, made it last..."

"Believe it or not, that was exactly what I wanted. Like you
yourself said, that was the only first time we are even going
to have. I wanted it to have all the passion and longing and
bone crushing want I've been feeling. You don't have to
impress me with your skills. I'm not some girl you picked up
in a bar. You aren't auditioning for a part in my life. If
you'd been smooth and controlled I would have been scared
shitless 'cause that wasn't what I was feeling. I was feeling
out of control and overwhelmed with want. Do you understand
me?" she finished her rush of a speech.

He nodded, bumping the top of her head. "Good. Now you need to
carry me to bed, I can't feel my legs."

He managed to stumble to his feet, drag off his stretched out
and stained sweats and tossed them aside. He carefully picked
her up, carried her to the bed and slipped her under the
covers. She waited until he went around to the other side of
the bed.

"Besides, you've got the rest of our lives to show me all your
moves."

I could see his eyes glistening like diamonds in the darkness
of her bedroom. That'll shut him up. Now she could get some
sleep. He crouched halfway under the covers, frozen in place,
and the goosebumps that had risen up his back and skinny ass
caught in the shine of the moonlight. His hyperventilation was
her lullaby as she fell asleep immediately.

 

June 7, 1999; 7:48 am

A sharp rapping like a woodpecker woke Mulder and I. I snorted
and rubbed my eyes quickly to clear them and focused on my
monitors. I adjusted the volume on the speakers as he raised
his head and looked around the room for the source. The form
cuddled next to him in the bed caught his attention. Scully
lay on her right side cradling her sore left arm but her face
was smooth and pain free. He watched her eyes flick slightly
under her eyelids. She didn't wake though. Someone was at the
door.

He slipped out from under the covers and tucked the duvet
tight against her body so that none of the morning chill could
assault her. His balls tightened against the cold. He started
looking around for his sweatpants. He found them tangled on
the floor. The memories of their activities in the dark
shadows on the rug surged back. He and I found ourselves
panting in unison.

The rapping continued. He pulled on the sweatpants and
staggered out to the living room.

I heard him pull the door open and then his voice, defensive.
"Something I can help you with this morning, sir?"

"Jesus, Mulder, you reek of sex," Skinner growled.

Well, so much for polite conversation.

"Scully is on medical leave and I'm on administrative leave
pending an investigation, so I can't think of any work related
business that you would need to talk about so I'll see you at
the office at a later date, ok?"

"What the hell's going on here?" Scully had escaped the
bedroom without me noticing.

 

Chapter 7

 

"What are you two doing standing in the open doorway like
that, arguing?" she scolded. Skinner didn't mention if she
smelled of sex too.

I was suddenly furious. This was their time. They should be
back in bed awakening slowly in each other's arms, whispering
all sorts of secrets in each other's ears, not standing out
here with morning breath and bed head and their boss reaming
their asses.

But Scully seemed as calm and controlled as though she were
making a report in Skinner's office rather than standing there
with no underwear on and Just-Been-Fucked hair swirling around
her head. "How are you today, sir?"

Skinner sounded lost. "You two, what the fuck are you doing?"

Nobody said anything. Scully, who could not lie but perhaps
did not like her answer, stayed silent. Mulder, who could lie
but probably had decided to start a new program as of today,
stayed quiet. Skinner must have been thinking.

He spoke. "I think you're not happy unless you're fighting
against the odds. You had it all just a couple of days ago.
You had your assignment back. You had my support. You had a
group of agents to help you. But you have too much self-hatred
to just sit back and enjoy it, don't you?"

I realized Skinner was addressing Mulder. "So you gotta create
a public scene that causes you to be persecuted by a whole new
group of jackals. Just when I might be able to clean that up,
you gotta be sloppy and use an unrestricted phone line for
phone calls that is now being broadcast around the world and
there's no way you can get out of that." I could hear them
both gasp. "And now this! I can't ignore this and I gotta find
a way to deal with it. And you're right back home again.
You're pursued, persecuted and one second from being fired."

I knew Skinner was speaking partly out of pain but it didn't
make it any better. Mulder mumbled, "I'm sorry sir..."

Scully broke in. "Well, I'm not. I am sorry if we've hurt you
as a friend. What has happened between Mulder and I is
personal and now was the time it was meant to happen, however
inconvenient it may be to you or the Bureau. Now, if you will
excuse us sir, I really need a shower and some more rest."

How could she get away with that? Acting like the Queen of
England when she should be hiding under the sofa?

Skinner was walking to the door. "Think about what I said
Mulder," he warned him as he pulled the door shut behind him.

I watched him wander into the bathroom already filled with
steam from the shower. Scully was slipping the pajama top off
and testing the water. He took a moment to admire her body,
again. Her perfect little soft ass had a large bruise on the
right cheek. He reached out and touched it lightly. "Did I do
that?" he asked.

She craned her head around to see. "No, after I was shot I
landed on my butt." She traced her fingers up his long arm.
"Don't listen to Skinner."

"Maybe he has a point?"

"Maybe you want to find a way out?"

His eyes shot up to meet her solemn blue depths. She covered
his heart with her hand as though to hold it in his chest. I
knew what he was thinking. He was afraid. Afraid of the
future, afraid of the unknown, afraid of losing her...

She nodded slowly and although he hadn't spoken out loud,
she'd heard him anyway. "We've faced a lot of scary things
together, I've been so scared sometimes I thought I would die
of fright. But I think now, now we can help each other face
that fear, ok?"

He laid his forehead against hers. A tear dripped off the end
of his nose and this time she didn't kiss it away. She went
on, "I think falling in love is the easy part. Making it work
is the hard part." She rubbed the place over his heart. "I
want to believe..." she gave a small smile, "...I want to believe
in the power of our love."

I knew she was waiting but had too much pride to ask him. "I
believe," he whispered in her ear.

Her smile became blinding. "Good, now let's see what kind of a
handmaiden you are in the shower." She pulled the glass door
open and stepped in.

We watched her twist and flow under the water. She smiled to
him again, reaching her hand out of the shower doorway. He
joined her under the spray. "I believe..." he whispered in her
ear again.

I had to hurry. Blatt and the cameramen would be here any
minute. I quickly popped the videotapes out of the decks and
slipped them in a duffel bag I'd brought. The sound tapes
followed. I adjusted the equipment slightly so that when they
drove up to join me in the van, bringing coffee and donuts,
the reception was bad enough I could claim I had seen nothing
all night long. Blatt gave me a searching look and let his
eyes rest on the fabric of my rumbled lap, but said nothing
more.

 

Blatt had another plan that unfortunately involved staying in
the van. Now at least the rains had returned and it was cool.
Blatt was asleep beside me and our cameramen were in the back
playing cards.

All the other press was down at Agent Scully's apartment
building hovered around the front and back doors. Amateurs.
Blatt had suggested and I had agreed that well-trained FBI
agents would be able to escape the building undetected. We
were down the street in front of Scully's neighborhood
coffeehouse, the logical place for anyone to go on a rainy
afternoon.

At first I didn't even recognize them. The man was just
another tall dark-haired man. I didn't think Agent Mulder
started to be eye-catching until you got up close. And the
woman...she just didn't look like the Agent Scully I had seen so
far.

At the bottom of her deep green thick polar fleece pullover
she had on tight spandex running pants, and her muscles
rippling with the supple strength of a cat. She bounced up on
the toes of her thick-soled running shoes like a perky
aerobics instructor. She wasn't a beaten down victim of a
madman. She wasn't the worn and frail woman checking out of
the hospital. She wasn't the frantic hellcat in flannel PJs.
She was what she always had been, a strong young woman full of
life.

Her head was a flashing vortex of light and color. Her hair
had a life of its own, red strands whirling and flying around
her lively face. Pearl toned skin and flashing eyes caught the
morning light and reflected back gold. Her coral lips kept in
constant motion, smiling, laughing reaching up to kiss him...I
guess I had to admit to