by Sara Lynn

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. I didn’t ask permission to use these, but I’m a poor college kid with a summer internship I’m not even being paid for. I’m not worth going after. Dialogue courtesy of Chris Carter. Facial expressions and wonderful acting by Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny.

Oh my god, what are they doing to Mulder? I hate feeling helpless. But I can’t just go and stop them from hitting Mulder. He’s in pain. I can see it on his face. Hopefully, they won’t turn on me. I could never take the hits. Even in the academy, I hated being taken to the mat. This is bringing up some horrible memories.

Mulder looks to me for help. For reassurance. I can’t tell. I know the men are backing away from him to let him get back in the car. He’s wincing with every movement. I try to take a step towards him, but one of the men standing guard on me grabs my arm. The other one leans in way to close and tells me to be a good girl and get in the car. In any other circumstance, I would stamp down on his instep, but it’s not worth fighting. I nod slightly and walk towards the passenger side door. Mulder is already behind the wheel and I can see the tears welling in the corner of his eyes. I look out the back of the car. The men are getting into their cars. However, I’m shocked when Mulder turns on the ignition. He’s in no condition to drive.

We only drove maybe a mile before our tail turned and we were the only ones on the road. "Mulder, pull over."

I look at his face and I can see his effort to not show the pain he’s feeling. "Just pull over."

This time he does as I say and parks on the side of the road. I unfasten his belt then mine.

I was amazed he didn’t resist me. We switched seats and I drove us back to the motel. For some reason, when we got back, Mulder wandered over to his room. Each step caused him pain. Even his effort to get his keys looked painful. "Mulder." He wouldn’t turn to me and just looked miserable. "Let me look at you." I went to my room and held the door open. He looked up at me and, I don’t know what I saw in his eyes, but suddenly I was licking my lips as his came crashing down to mine. I don’t know how long we were standing outside, but when he pulled back from my body, I only recall wanting more, but somewhere private. So into the room we went.

Inside the room it was a frantic frenzy of kisses. Mulder pushed me against the door and . . . the only way I can describe his kissing is plundering. He was nothing like any of the men I had ever dated. But it hit me suddenly, I wasn’t dating Mulder. I was his partner. His FBI work partner. Boy did that stop things quickly.

As I looked at his face, I saw pain written all over it.

"I . . . I need to check to see if you’re bruising." He nodded, loosing his tie as he backed away from me. I stood breathlessly waiting and watching his body emerge from under the sport coat and shirt. I almost didn’t even see the bruising until he turned slightly to unfasten his slacks. "Oh my god."

Mulder stopped at my word. I moved closer to touch to bruised area. It was right over his kidneys. "It looks worst that it feels."

"Scully, a mouth that pretty shouldn’t swear." He twisted back towards me and before I realized it, we were kissing again. It’s wonderful. This man knows how to kiss and do it right. I think I may have passed out as this point, because I recall going from standing fully dressed to lying on my back with my bra exposed and Mulder on top of my body. This is nice, but I think I need a shower. Mulder too.

"Mulder?" I manage to get out past his puckered lips.

He looks at me and nods. Being a gentleman, he helps me up and tells me to get the water running while he goes to get something.

I watch him leave in only his slacks and I can’t help laughing.

I’m risking a lot here. I’ve been down this road before . . . falling for a co-worker is not a smart move. Sleeping with them is even worst. As I turn the handle for the shower on, I realize that what I want right now could possibly change every thing. Striping down unconsciously, I run my hand under the stream of water waiting for it to heat up.

I never found out if it did.

Mulder opened the bathroom door no more than a minute after he left. As I look at him, I realize he’s as naked as I am. This is going to happen. As he kisses me, I know it’s going to change things. I turn off the water and we go back into the main room and use the bed properly.

"Mulder?" I say breaking the kiss once again.

"I think we should make this a one time thing." He nods, but only to have me continue. "We can’t have a personal interest in each other if we’re going to continue working together."

I nod and once more his lips lock with mine and frantically his hands reach for my thighs to make up for the height difference. I don’t mind that there’s not much foreplay, I couldn’t take it. I’d have to work side-by-side with this man knowing that his lips, the ones that this very moment are split mine like a sunflower seed hull, could get me off and make me throw any professional decorum out the window. Oral sex has always been my weakness and I just know Mulder would be the ultimate. After Mulder, no man could ever satisfy me.

Perhaps that’s why he wants to use first names, less intimate. Although if that is his tongue in my mouth and his . . . in my . . . intimacy is all we have at this point. Oh, this is nice. I think this one time deal might not work.

No, stop this. You work with Mulder. The man you are currently housing inside you is Fox. Oh god, I know I’m not a good Christian like I should be, but please PLEASE forgive me. If I could only feel this way more often, I would have fish on Fridays and attend church on Sundays and go to confessions every day. Bless me father for I have sinned . . . and sinned and sinned. I fornicated with my partner and took the lord’s name in vain . . . several times.

Fox feels wonderful as we climax one after another. His large hands on my back pulling me closer as he releases what has built up inside him. I almost forget for a second that anything feels better than the touch of a lover’s hands during afterglow.

I know I shouldn’t falling asleep, that we have work to do, but I’ll never have this again. I just want to savor it a few more seconds. "I need to call Gayle"

"Don’t move." I don’t know whether I’m talking to him or myself, but neither of us listens. I move to the side of the bed where my suitcase is and pull out some clothes just to lounge it. I can feel Fox come up behind me. He’s kissing my shoulders. I smile hiding it from him. He’s making it hard for me to be professional. "Mulder . . ."

Suddenly he stops.

I think for a second he’s just being a gentleman as I pull on my panties and bra, but when I sneak a glance over my shoulder, I can see that runner’s body of his being covered by a pair of jeans.

I watch him pull on his shirt and tuck it in. And I’m regretting it. I shouldn’t have done it. We knew it would happen. I knew it would happen. He looks at me and walked over to my side of the bed. "Dana, we agreed. One time. That’s it." I look up at his face and see he doesn’t buy it. I can’t either as he pulled me to lie next to him on the bed. His hands are so soft. I love how they feel on my face. I feel, instead of see, Mulder reach for the phone and hand me the receiver. "Agent Scully, weren’t you about to make a call?"

I nod, reluctant to raise my head from his shoulder. He dials the number for me as well. I listen to the rings and as the FBI operator answers the phone. "Could you put me through to Gayle Rogers?"

As I wait for Gayle, Mulder’s playing with my hair in it’s ponytail. I look up and can see a wistful kind of smile on his face. I can feel one just like it on mine. It’s the thing I remember just before we kiss.

Gayle’s voice breaks through and I reluctantly pull away not only from Mulder’s lips but also from the bed, so I can get back to business. "Gayle, It’s Dana Scully. Could I get you to look up two Idaho license plates . . . the first one’s CC1356 and the second’s CC1056."

I glance back over at Mulder lounging on the bed watching me. For what it’s worth, he’s still quite breathtaking. Especially since I know now what’s under that particular pair of jeans.

"Nothing under Idaho plate CC1356, No plate registered under that number. Thanks Gayle. No, no, no. . . I’m sure the other one’s bogus too. Bye." Boy, who didn’t see that coming? "So who were those guys?"

"I don’t think it was those kids they were chasing away from the base last night, I think it was us. They knew we were coming before we ever arrived. And they returned Colonel Budahas as a decoy." He moves closer and looks guilty as he tells me "There's something I didn't tell you, Scully."

Mulder proceeded to tell me of a man warning him to not follow this case. Wonderful. My partner is told not to toe the line and he jumps right over it with me in tow. I can’t believe this. We shouldn’t even be here.

Then he presents me with that damned photo again. It’s a fake. Why won’t he accept that? "Aren't you even curious?" I take the picture from him and sit back down. I’m not arguing. This is so stupid. Glad to know nothing’s changed. "Look, I gonna shower, I'll pack and then, we'll get outta here."

Thank you, Mulder. At least he didn’t attempt to use our tryst as blackmail. Actually shower sounds nice. Maybe I can relive . . . what’s that noise? A car? Oh shit. . . "Mulder! Where are you going?"

Shit! Well, glad to know nothing’s changed.

THE END

OK, Now go back and rewatch the scene. Tell me it doesn’t look like something happened.